It's a little soft......

She walked straight up to me and leaned down to reach out and hugged me into her arms. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At that moment, I endured endless sorrow and pain, as if I had met the person closest to me.

In the haze of consciousness, I couldn't help but burst into tears.

Smelling Xiaorou's fragrance, there was a burst of warmth on his body......

The long-weary mind seems to have finally gained a moment of peace.

Relying on Xiaorou's fragrant shoulders, a wave of tiredness hit, and the body could no longer support it......

"Sleep..."

"I feel your pain......

Outside the fresh-keeping warehouse, the moon and stars are scarce, and the time and space are quiet.

In the fresh-keeping warehouse, the cold wind was bleak, but I fell asleep peacefully under the protection of Xiaorou.

"Water Moon Tower, willow boat."

"Boating on the lake, Yueming Tower."

"The mountains are green and the water is green~"

"Love is thick and sweet~"

When I was trapped in the fresh-keeping warehouse, the doorman in the factory heard a traditional Jiangnan tune in Wu Nong's soft language.

He looked up at his watch, and it was only three o'clock in the morning.

At first, the doorman thought that he had heard it wrong, but the low and tactful singing voice became clearer and clearer in his ears.

Listening to this minor key, I can't help but see the picture in the song in front of my eyes...

A young girl in the prime of her life, who admires the talent next door, but is difficult to speak, integrates this love into the song......

The doorman followed the singing in a daze, and unconsciously came to the door of the fresh-keeping warehouse.

When he came back to his senses, he found that the warbler sound like the cry of a yellow oriole actually came from the fresh-keeping warehouse!

The doorman was taken aback, in the middle of the night, how could there be anyone in this cold storage?

Could it be that it's a ghost?

He was a little frightened and ran to the dormitory to call someone.

After a while, Director Wang heard the news and came to the factory with the key.

He also specially called two young people from the dormitory to come together to make a strong appearance.

But when they came again, they didn't hear the singing that the doorman described.

Although there was nothing abnormal in it, for the sake of safety, Director Wang still opened the library door.

It doesn't matter if it's opened, everyone present invariably let out an "oops......

They found me lying on the ground and rushed in and carried me out.

In this way, I was shaken awake, and when I woke up, Director Wang breathed a sigh of relief: "Little Sun, why are you in the fresh-keeping warehouse?" Are you okay! ”

I shook my head and replied weakly, "I'm fine!" What about Xiaorou? ”

"Xiao Rou? What's Xiaorou? "Director Wang and the others looked at each other when they heard this, they only found myself just now.

"Oh, oh, it's fine! I'm sleeping, I'm going home! "I was afraid that Director Wang and they would be treated as a psychopath, so I quickly excused myself.

Seeing me like this, Director Wang was still a little worried: "Can you go home like this now?" Are you really okay? Didn't freeze, did you? ”

"No, no, thank you for your concern!"

"Okay then...... you go back, you will have a day off tomorrow, you can rest at home, and I will draw you the same attendance!"

As soon as I heard Director Wang say this, I finally got some comfort from hunger, and after thanking him, I walked home.

Strange to say, I was already frozen just now, but now I have nothing to do with me except that I am hungry and tired.

Having said that, recalling what happened in the fresh-keeping warehouse just now, I can't help but feel a thrill.

If it weren't for her, I'm afraid I would have frozen to death by now.

Xiaorou, you saved me again......

Dragging my tired body on the road, I was full of emotion for a while......

Looking up at the sky, a bright moon shone out my shadow.

Heaven and earth are great, but there is no road left for oneself.

The people who grew up with me and watched me grow up are gone.

The only thing that accompanies me now is the shadow on the ground......

People, why do you live?

It's tiring to be alive......

Before I knew it, a tear slipped from the corner of my eye and fell down on my clothes.

In this way, in the bitter cold wind, I cried as I walked, and the way home became so long at this moment......

By the time I got home, all the shops selling breakfast on the road were open.

And the tears that I have dripped from my clothes have become ice ballast...

After lying on the kang, the body still couldn't support it after all, and a chill came from the heart and reached the whole body.

I put two quilts on me, but to no avail.

I curled up in the quilt and swayed, and my teeth kept fighting.

I don't know how long it took before I finally fell asleep.

By the time I woke up, it was almost twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

I got up and drank the water from the half-warm kettle, and I was able to recover a little.

From last night to this morning, I almost died of discomfort.

It's not easy to live!

While lamenting that life is not easy, my stomach also growled.

I ordered some noodles, and I devoured the cabbage that my grandmother fried last night, as if I hadn't eaten in 800 years.

After eating, I looked at my hands, and in the past six months since the summer vacation, my hands have been grinding calluses.

It seems that in the future, I will really just give my life hard.

As I sighed, I heard a "thin rope" sound coming from the drawer of my desk.

"Could it be that there are rats? No way! Daddy's portrait is still in that drawer! ”

I quickly got up and went to my desk and opened the drawer.

There was nothing in the drawer except for my father's portrait and a few books.

I picked up my father's picture again and looked at it.

I breathed a sigh of relief......

Alas, I was hard enough, and I didn't even have a photo with my parents.

Thinking of this, I laughed a little self-deprecatingly......

When my palm stroked my father's photo, suddenly my body was like an electric shock, and the whole person was shocked.

How so?

On the photo of my father, there is actually water.

You know, I keep my photos in a drawer all the time.

And this is a portrait of my father, which is very well kept on weekdays, and it is impossible to sprinkle it with water.

I quickly took a closer look at my father's photo.

On the portrait, the corners of my father's eyes seemed to have cried, and they were moist.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but recall some of the past events, and I was a little heartbroken, and tears flowed out.

"It's okay, I'm fine, Dad......"

Looking at my father's portrait, I muttered to myself.

It's been a year and a half since my dad died, but I haven't seen his ghost.

It stands to reason that after death, the first seven days of a person usually go back to the place where he was alive to take a second look, but that night I stared at it all night, knowing that it was dawn and I didn't see my father come back.

Later, in the May Seven, 100-day festival, and anniversary festival, I also didn't see my father.

The tribute in front of Dad's spirit was also placed there, and it was never touched.

This is extremely unusual, and I can see the souls of old people in the village when they died.

Only to my father......

Dad, have you already died in bliss......

If that is the case, I am glad for you ...