Chapter 1722

Little Jun Zhan ran forward expressionless, but his eyes gradually blurred. He wiped his eyes coldly and told himself at the bottom of his heart.

Don't cry,

Tears are the most useless thing in the world.

The dark night shrouded the earth, and the dark night sky could not see any light, only the boundless darkness. The woods were shaken by the branches and leaves hung by the cold wind, and the snow fell in succession, falling on the branches, on the leaves, and on the boy's wet eyelashes.

This is destined to be a night without moonlight.

Between heaven and earth, late at night, in the woods,

There was silence, only the little creaking sound of the boy's footsteps stepping on the snow.

Suddenly, a gust of north wind blew, forming a sharp contrast with the warm fire in the room. The white and tender cheeks of the boy were hurt by the cold wind, and the whole man was cold as if he had fallen into the coldest ice cave.

The cold north wind blew a blanket of snow and caught the boy's eyes off guard

Little Jun Zhan clenched his lips, never stopped for half a step, and walked hard and stubbornly in the heavy snow

Under the dark night sky, the branches of the woods are staggered,

Only the boy was alone, walking hard in the snow. His back was always straight, and the meaning of silence and solitude rose for no reason in the night.

On this night,

Jun Zhan finally understood how ugly human nature could be.

Only the strong can control their own destiny.

This is the truth of life that little Jun Zhan understands tonight.

The snow has been falling for several days and nights, but it has not stopped. The overwhelming snow seems to cover up all the ugly sins in the world, and there is only a benevolent snow-white where your eyes go.

It was the first snow at the beginning of the year.

No one can think of it,

How did a six or seven year old child, the tiny and fragile figure outside the snow space, come from a distant county to the bustling capital.

Later,

Every time at midnight, Jun Zhan thinks of this winter night. The only thing he remembers is that it's very cold and cold. It's almost cold to the bone. The heavy snow has fallen for a long time, and Jun Zhan can't remember when the snow stopped.

In the overwhelming snow, there was a dazzling blood red, just like the pruned plum blossoms in the courtyard, a little dark red, eye-catching and dazzling.

He ran alone in the woods. The snow lost his eyes and couldn't see the road clearly. He just felt that the front was so far away that he couldn't see the end.

This is the coldest winter in junzhan's life. Since then, junzhan has never felt that any winter night can be as cold as that day.

February

The capital,

The snow finally stopped, and a light splashed in the sky. The semi dew sun hung in the blue sky, looking warm and peaceful. This was the first sunshine after the snow stopped.

In the bustling streets, the Hawker's Hawking voice and people's laughter are intertwined. In and out of the classical restaurant are the well-dressed young ladies and sons of the aristocratic family. The pale golden sun is shining, outlining a warm and soft picture.

Little Jun Zhan looked at the picture without expression. His eyes were like a pool of stagnant water without waves.

His little hands hanging on his side curled up slightly.

Dad,

I'm in Beijing.

At that time, Jun Zhan simply thought that when he arrived in the capital, there would be a light, but what he didn't think of anyway was

What greeted him was not the light he imagined, but the nightmare of his life.