Snowing.
The original salt particles turned into goose feathers, spinning and landing.
The snow-like young man was lying quietly on the high platform, his eyes half-opened and his breath weak.
Dirty blood was scattered around, staining his snow-white fur collar and dyeing his plain long coat red.
It's really bad. Mr. Fufeng has always loved cleanliness. Even in the dark Zhuangzi three years ago, he was waiting for death in pure white clothes.
Fortunately, there was still snow, the only pure color, floating and falling, burying and covering him deeply in this silent moment.
The world was extremely peaceful, with only the faint sound of breathing and nothing else.
The flapping snow butterflies fluttered, bringing mother's call in a trance, "Fufeng... Fufeng..."
ridiculous.
He raised the corners of his mouth with difficulty, thinking of the taciturn woman who always sat in the ancestral hall and knocked on wooden fish.
As a daughter of the Zhou family, she would rather give up her own child to benefit the Zhou family.
Sometimes I really envy my uncle for getting so much love from my mother.
And he only has himself.
"Why do you need to hold authority when your body is so weak? You shouldn't be alive since you were born, so you deserve to die." The father's violent voice came, full of resentment and dissatisfaction.
He is sickly, he does not live long, and his destiny is determined at birth.
He is a useless person, no one thinks highly of him, no one cares about him, no one wants him to live.
If I hadn't encountered a ray of light, how could I have survived these three years?
"Fufeng..."
This time the sounds were far and near, the silence was broken, and noise and life came in like a tide.
Someone picked him up, and hot tears fell down. It was his cousin who shouted, "Fu Feng, wake up."
Someone held his hand and tried to give him a touch of warmth. With a rare sense of helplessness, he said, "Brother Fufeng, don't let anything happen to you. How about you stay alive?"
There were also the chirping younger brothers and sisters, who surrounded me with tears in their eyes, calling one after another, "Brother Fufeng, brother Fufeng."
His name is Fufeng, and he doesn't want to be named Wang.
So Xu Mo called him Brother Fufeng instead of Brother Wang.
Later, he really forgot that last name.
He likes to be called Fu Feng, and he likes to be called Brother Xu even more, just like now, one call after another.
Accompanied by the familiar and peaceful voice, he could finally fall deeply and safely into the darkness.
"Brother Fufeng!" Xu Mo screamed, "Xiao Si, Xiao Si, come here quickly."
Wen Zhiyun, who stumbled, hurriedly got up, forced himself to stay calm and stretched out his hand to feel his pulse, his pupils dilated instantly.
He couldn't believe it, so he squeezed over to look at Fufeng's pupils again, and picked up the blood stains like ink, almost speechless.
"Xiaosi, what's wrong with Brother Fufeng? What's going on with him?" Xu Mo asked, choking with sobs, "Are you too worried? Or are you tired from running around? It's me who made him work so hard. It's all me."
Wen Zhiyun shook his head gently, his deer-like eyes full of struggle, and after a moment he said, "It's poison."
Everyone on the high platform fell silent.
The dignified young master Fufeng was actually poisoned.
"How is it possible? Who would poison Brother Fufeng?" Jiang Sheng shook his head with tears in his eyes.
The dignified head of the Wang family has a cold-hearted attitude and a detached heart. He is the leading local snake in Anshui County. Anyone who dares to hurt him will be able to hurt him.
unless……
"It's Third Uncle." Wang Mingyu finally spoke, his eyes filled with hatred, "In order to seize power as early as possible, Third Uncle and Wang Haoran combined Wang Yuyao's poison to Fufeng. He has been suppressing him since Anshui County, suppressing him at all costs."
After traveling thousands of miles, he still showed no signs of weakness, and the high-level talks were still smooth. Until everything was completed, the last hanging mind relaxed, and naturally it was the time of his death.
He knew that he would not survive, and wanted to do his best before his life burned out.
Not only for the sake of friends, but also for the students all over the world, for the fairness of the imperial examination, and for the longevity of the family and country.
"He said that the power of the family is stable and the hierarchy is difficult to break through, which is not a good thing for the Dayu Dynasty. It is like the ice surface in winter. The longer the freezing time, the thicker the ice, and the harder it is for the fish at the bottom of the river to break through the ice."
"As time goes by, the fish will no longer want to rise up, the ice will become arrogant, and the family and country will be in danger, and the generations will change."
"Although it is said that the world will be divided and reunited after a long time, Fufeng still hopes that this land can be stable for a longer time, and a little longer."
"He doesn't love the Wang family, but he loves the land that gave birth to and raised him, loves this country, and loves to stabilize the world."
"He said that he would not be sent back to Anshui County after his death. He would stay here and be buried at the foot of the highest hillside, watching the glory of his family and country and the prosperity of his friends."
Wang Mingyu looked at his cousin who seemed to be sleeping. Although his voice was trembling, his words were steady.
Those words that were spoken one by one in the dead of night are reproduced at this moment.
"He said that he was very lucky to meet Brother Xu. He could watch Brother Xu walk from the village to Fengjing, and watch Brother Xu reach the top step by step. He would feel as if he was in good health..."
So he helped at all costs, so he burned in the last moments of his life.
He should have thought about what kind of life he would have had if he had not been a sick man.
But no matter what, what Xu Mo has is beyond his reach in this life, and he can only bless you.
Wang Mingyu's emotions finally reached the critical point, and he sobbed and turned his head.
Xu Mo stood blankly on the spot, tears streaking down his cheeks.
Jiang Sheng held Wang Fufeng's hand, as if trying to convey warmth.
Only Wen Zhiyun felt the disappearing pulse at his fingertips and sighed, "Brother Fufeng is gone."
He left and never saw eighteen-year-old Xue in this life.
He was still so peaceful and seemed happy to have his friends by his side.
This world is not a joy for him. His mother's indifference and his father's ruthlessness are all pain. His frail body makes him huddle in the courtyard, the sun cannot shine on him, and his only joy is reading letters.
He has the world's most extraordinary talents and a sharp mind, but he only lacks health.
He is so beautiful that God wants to take him away in advance.
The snow in the sky is getting bigger and bigger, as if to celebrate the coming of the New Year, but also to hide all the bad things.
Goose feathers were woven into a feather quilt, covering the noble and pure young master.
Xu Mo, with his head full of white hair, finally bent down and picked up the only confidant in his life, "Take Fufeng home."
The Wang family is not his home.
Then give their homes to him.
Familiar people came from far away, either with fear or worry, or with ridicule or sarcasm.
Xu Mo acted as if he didn't hear anything. His thin shoulders burst out with strength, and he walked towards the carriage with the young master who was so thin that there was only a bone left.
Wen Zhiyun slowed down, followed closely by Jiang Sheng, and escorted by Wang Mingyu with tears in his eyes.
The teachers and commanders who came from Anshui County stood up sadly and caught up with them in tears.
In the thirteenth year of Heqing's reign, the old and the new changed, and heavy snow fell on the city for three days.
The snow is thicker than the wrist and deep enough to cover a person.
At that time, Mr. Fufeng died at the age of seventeen.
