"Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep!"
The sounds of the suona and the trumpet overlapped and intertwined, creating a sad and mournful song.
The pale paper money was fluttering in the air, wrapped in the snowflakes all over the sky, and drifting in the wind, making people almost mistakenly think that everything falling from the sky was just white paper.
"I met the village chief last month, and he was still in good health. Why did he suddenly..."
"Who says it's not the case? It's too sudden. It's New Year's Eve in a few days. Alas..."
"I heard it was acute tuberculosis. A few days ago, my doctor went to have a look with the doctor invited from the county. He coughed up blood all over the floor. It felt uncomfortable just to look at it."
"The village chief is such a nice person. He's gone as soon as he says it. His girl Yue is also a doctor, and they haven't even found out..."
They all say that it is not a family matter, but after all, it is impossible to understand the tragedy.
Although the villagers who accompanied him to the funeral were also sad because of the passing of the village chief, they could not avoid talking and whispering.
These words were spoken in a low voice, mixed with the wind and snow, but they made the frail and petite girl next to the coffin even more haggard and hurt.
Bai Yue's face was pale and almost transparent, her tears seemed to have dried up from crying, and her expression looked particularly hollow and numb.
Yes, she has been a doctor for so long, but she is still a real dilettante.
He couldn't even save his own Aweng.
The girl staggered, her thin body wrapped in filial piety swaying in the cold wind. Her plain body seemed to be mixed with the white surrounding her.
It was as if another gust of wind could lift her up, fluttering and turning along with the paper money and snowflakes all over the sky.
"Ayue."
Seeing that her body was swaying as if she could no longer hold on, Yu Zhu quickly stepped forward, held her slender arms, and asked her to lean against him: "Are you okay?"
"Brother Yuzhu..." Bai Yue raised her head and glanced at him, then shook her head with a pale face, "I'm fine."
She said she was fine, but in fact her body was really weak and she could only put most of her weight on Yu Zhu's arm for support.
Today, Yu Zhui is also dressed in white. He and Bai Yuesui are not yet married, but in his heart, they are already his family.
However, someone is talking about it again.
"That boy from the Sun family before, why does he also wear mourning?"
"Isn't he in love with Yue Yatou? I saw him secretly preparing a gift a few days ago, so he might have proposed marriage. But... after this happened, I don't know if it will happen."
"Hey, tell me, if the village chief left so suddenly, could it be because of that person?"
"What are you talking about? Hasn't there been no talk of disaster stars for a long time?"
Several villagers were discussing in low voices while glancing at Yu Zhu cautiously.
Yu Zhu looked gloomy and said nothing.
"Who knows, that boy looks very gloomy on weekdays. Maybe it was because of the engagement that he finally started to go to the village chief's house."
"Stop talking nonsense, let others hear you..."
"Why are you talking nonsense? Have you forgotten? When that boy was young, didn't the second elder of the Sun family suddenly die of illness?"
...
Yu Zhui clenched his free hand tightly, leaving a string of bright red marks on the pale snow, but he still endured it without saying a word.
He could bear it, but Bai Yue next to him couldn't. Originally, she thought they were the neighbors and villagers who came to give her a gift and didn't want to quarrel. However, what they said was too much and rude!
She suddenly stopped and turned around, her voice weak and hoarse, but resounding: "Dear aunts and uncles, thank you for coming to bury Aweng with me.
I know it's freezing cold, but if you insist on chewing with your tongue to keep warm, you might as well go home and rest.
I, Aweng, heard a lot of arguments and noises during his lifetime, and I like peace and quiet. I hope I don’t disturb his old man’s rest. "
What she said was polite at the beginning, but really ruthless at the end.
The villagers who had been discussing in a low voice suddenly blushed. They did not dare to choke. They could only choke on their words and smile: "Yue Yatou said these words to pay tribute to the old village chief. How can I do this?" I’m halfway back.”
"Yes, yes, it's about to be delivered. It's unlucky to stop halfway. It's better to go faster."
Although no one stood up to apologize, everyone was so proud that they did not dare to talk nonsense again.
Bai Yue pursed her pale and bloodless lips, and finally bowed her head slightly, then turned around and continued moving forward.
However, her hand on Yu Zhu's arm tightened tighter and tighter, as if only in this way could she get a trace of warmth.
"This little girl has such a powerful mouth..."
"Okay, shut up, but don't say any more."
When people in the village pass away, they are buried directly on the nearby hills.
The road was a little harder to walk in the snow, but we finally arrived.
Seeing that the wooden coffin was completely covered by the soil mixed with white snow, Bai Yue held back the tears all the way, and finally burst out of her eyes.
The little girl who has just turned 18 has already experienced the pain of life and death.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."
Yu Zhu's eyes were slightly red, and his expression was sad, but there was not a single tear.
He was born unable to cry, and even when his mother passed away, he never shed a tear. Perhaps, he is really a natural disaster, and everything he loves will...
Just as he was thinking about it, the girl suddenly buried her head on his chest.
The warm tears soaked his filial piety clothes, as if they had passed through the layers of clothes and burned all the way to the tip of his heart: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Brother Yuzhu, I don't have an Awen anymore..."
The girl's voice trembled slightly, and the whole body of the man she embraced was trembling.
Yu Zhu's hesitant hand hanging behind her back finally fell down and held Bai Yue tightly in his arms: "Don't be afraid, Ah Yue. From now on, I will replace your father, mother, and father. Be with you, love you, protect you...don't be afraid, don't cry."
He didn't believe in fate. If God really wanted to hurt everyone he loved and loved, he would be willing to fight with his life before Bai Yue was tired of him.
"It's windy and snowy today, and Yueyue's body is weak. Don't stay in the mountains for too long." My aunt raised her haggard face and glanced at Bai Yue and Yu Zhu, "Boy Yu, take Yueyue back first. "
"......good."
At this time, the funeral procession had almost retreated. Yu Zhu glanced at his uncle and aunt who were still kneeling in front of the tomb. Finally, he nodded in agreement, picked up Bai Yue, who had fainted from crying, and walked slowly down. Mountain.
The wind was howling, and the snow was so heavy that it almost buried everything.
Xiao Ling leaned against Han Yuan's side, the ghostly aura resisting the chill that enveloped his body, but it could not resist the sadness in his heart.
Staring at the man and woman cuddling together and slowly blending into the snow-white mountains, Xiao Ling couldn't help but sigh.
A twist that leads to the story's tragic ending...
here we go.
