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"Snow again? Just now the weather is fine. How can we say that it will change? "

"Sun snow? What a strange thing

"Why! It seems that the snow is falling without any warning. It seems that it was thrown down directly. The God is becoming more and more evil. "

Many people murmured about the unknown snow, which was still shining in the sun one moment before, but it has become Snowy the next. Especially those meteorologists are standing in front of the window and rubbing their eyes hard, because the weather reporter has just taken the data from them. Today's temperature is 20 to 25 degrees, It's southwest. It's a force three.

"Sister, look It's snowing. " Liu Chun looked at the white snowflakes floating outside the window and said in astonishment. It was unbelievable that the snow could be said to fall, just like a child, crying and laughing without warning.

"Is it snowing?" Liu Xia looked up at the white snowflakes floating outside the window. The snowflakes, as soft as feathers, were dancing in the air. The void became the stage for their performances. However, she did not know why. It was not a happy performance, but contained a deep sadness, like It's like a dreary dance under a funeral song, which makes people feel sad unconsciously.

Unconsciously, Liu Xia's eyes seemed to emerge a picture. She saw two lovers separated by Yin and Yang. The sadness and helplessness on their faces made people shed tears unconsciously. It was The bearing of love, however, even heaven and earth can not carry it.

Not only Liu Xia, but all the people who saw the snow felt that there was a deep sadness in the white snow, which unconsciously affected their emotions.

"Why am I crying?" A half year old child touched the tears in the corner of his eyes and was at a loss.

"What's wrong with me? I haven't seen tears for many years. Why? " A drooping old man, with tears on his face and hazy eyes, seemed to see the sound and smile of his wife who had been gone for several years.

"Is she OK?" In front of an office building, a well-dressed young man put his hands in his trouser pockets, quietly watching the snow outside the window, but his eyes were moist.

The whole snow covered area seems to be rendered by a kind of sad mood, which wakes up the sadness in everyone's heart. Many people see, are too much bright, always feel that everyone is so happy, rich, powerful, status, fame and wealth and so on However, few people know that everyone's sorrow is the same. Once it is magnified and jumps out, it may be crying, or it may be that no one wants to live.

No one noticed that the snow covered the sky and blurred the sky. The snowflake from nothingness, slowly as if sucked by a whirlpool, slowly whirled and fell down. Through the invisible funnel, it fell on the earth. In the middle of the funnel, there was only a figure standing quietly.

Those snowflakes poured in from the whirlpool above Sikong Banyu's head, and then spread from the foot. As if after his body's filtration, the snow took something away, and it was like The snow melts some things in his body and disappears into Sikong Banyu's body. That is what?

Sikong half language stood quietly in the void, tears had already wet his face. He can't remember how long he didn't have tears. Since the time when Han Qingming left, he saw his own tears, and there were no tears.

He touched his face and put it in front of his eyes. A feeling of pain pierced his heart, as if the tears had turned into a sharp knife and pierced into his own heart. The bloody pain It's just

"Why do I feel so painful? It seems that there is such a person who used to be with me Well I know it's a woman. It seems to be very important to me, but what's her name

He searched his memory carefully, but could not think of any information about the man. However, the pain in his heart was more intense when he thought about the name.

"Why? Why? Why can't I remember? " He held his head in his hands and felt as if something important had been lost. He wanted to remember it, but no matter how he opened his memory, there was no trace.

Snow Growing bigger and bigger, as if by some kind of call, faster through Sikong half language's body, as if he did not respond to the end of the snow. In just ten minutes, the snow covered the street has covered the ankle.

Sikong half language slowly let go of the hands holding his head, revealing his face. At the moment, although there are tears on his face, but the brow is gently wrinkled. In the heart that kind of tingling feeling is slowly dissipating, as if the disease goes like a thread, dissipate without any reason, that kind of pain feeling, only exists in the memory, but can no longer feel the same.

This is a good thing, no pain, is the end of everyone's pursuit, because without pain, there is only happiness and happiness. But Sikong Banyu felt that he wanted to keep the pain and the feeling. He vaguely understood that it was his most important thing, but The dissipation of the pain was not controlled by him.After a long time, he slowly raised his head and looked at the snowflakes swirling down like a funnel. The tears on his face slowly dissipated, leaving only confusion and hesitation in his eyes, as well as the coldness and coldness of feelings, just like an outsider who ignores the world.

"The rain from heaven and earth washes away evil in the world. And snow, is the sin has been unable to wash, can only melt and dissipate before falling down. Who said that? I feel as if the snow has taken my what? "

He looked at it quietly and thought, trying to find a trace. However, contrary to his wishes, his mind was empty and could not remember anything.

All of a sudden, Sikong's eyes converged on one of the snowflakes in the sky, or one of the numerous scattered snowflakes, which was A black snowflake, it stands out among the many white snowflakes, so dazzling, so unique. That floating posture, as if to announce something.

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