Leng Qingzhu was awakened by freezing, gasped, and was immediately choked with a mouthful of cold water, and when he opened his eyes, he found that the whole person was soaked in cold water.

What's going on? Obviously you're dead? Why do you wake up?

The icy water also left her with no time for anything else, and her will to survive made her desperate to swim upstream. There was a hand on the edge of the ice, and I didn't care if my palm was cut.

It seemed that she heard someone calling her name and shouting for help, she thought it was an auditory hallucination, nothing is more important than being alive, she wants revenge, whether it is Ye Wenchuan, Cheng Qingshu, or Jiao Meihua, she wants them to pay for their blood debts.

The clothes were soaked in water, clumsy and heavy, Rao was cold and watery, and it took a long time to climb on the ice.

When I was breathing in the fresh air, before I could see where I was, a cold wind blew, and Leng Qingzhu shivered coldly, and I sneezed three or four times in a row, and a layer of hoarfrost quickly formed on my eyelashes.

It's so cold, blink your eyes, and you feel like your upper and lower eyelids are going to stick together.

There was a stack of cries for help in his ears again, and the sound made Leng Qingzhu feel familiar.

I was really soaked in oxygen and starved, how could I hear Ye Wenchuan's voice here.

Leng Qingzhu hugged his shoulders and looked at the surrounding environment, the first thing he did was to find a way to go back, otherwise even if he didn't drown in the water, he would probably freeze to death on this ice.

- Wait, how can the sea of Bicheng freeze?

Leng Qingzhu realized that something was wrong, and looked around, and there were rime hanging on the willow trees around him, and the rime wrapped the branches, and against the black trunk, black and white were distinct. The mountain road is sparsely populated, and the surrounding hills and houses not far away are covered with snow, as if covered with a layer of white quilts.

——Where is this seaside, it is basically my hometown, Luobao Village, Qixia Township, Linchenggai County.

And themselves—

Leng Qingzhu stretched out his hand, the skin on his hand was white and smooth, his fingers were like green onions, and the two scars in his palm were cut when he climbed the ice just now.

It's not your own hands.

His hands had already been scarred from years of hard work, their palms were full of calluses, and the backs of their hands were dry and yellow, like dead branches.

There are also clothes on the body, not the tattered cotton clothes, inside the dark blue woolen pants, which are big cotton jackets and cotton pants made at home.

Leng Qingzhu subconsciously touched the right side of his face, where there should have been a long scar, but now it was tender and elastic.

Is it a dream?

The peace buckle hanging from his neck fell out of his collar and was grabbed by Leng Qingzhu.

The blood in the palm of his hand was stained on the peace buckle, a dazzling red.

Cheng Qingshu's words are still in my ears: "Good things, keep them for your funeral." ”

Fu Yingshao said, "Brother, take you home." ”

So much suffering and hatred, that time when life is worse than death, unforgettable, how can it be a dream!

It's God, God has eyes, I don't want her to die like this, I don't want those two people to get away with it, let her come back to life.

Leng Qingzhu raised his hand to cover his face and cried bitterly!

She didn't notice that the clasp was glowing faintly, and the blood on it was slowly being absorbed.

It wasn't until there was not a drop left that the light of the peace buckle slowly faded and returned to its original appearance.

“…… Save me, Fengzhu, help, save me......"

The cry for help interrupted Leng Qingzhu's crying, and she raised her head to look at the people who were constantly struggling to surface and trying to call for help from her, her eyes were cold.