Chuluowei doesn't know what Qiao Weiya is looking for. Although it's not the first time for him to come to this place, he doesn't know the specific situation here.

So, can only look at Qiao Weiya, don't know what is looking for.

Qiaoweiya jumped on the high slope under the tree and pushed down all the snow above. Below was the previous foundation, so it was higher than other places and formed a small high slope.

"What are you going to do?" Chu Luo only opens mouth to ask, don't want to keep looking at her to move, but he what all can't help.

After pushing the snow away, Qiao Weiya looked at the wood under her feet and bent down to lift it up.

Almost the same color as the mud board was lifted, emitting a pungent smell.

Chuluowei stretched out his hand to pull Qiao Weiya down, looking at the air that was polluted there.

"Cough -" Qiao Weiya forced cough a few, until the taste slowly dispersed, she just looked up.

The dust dispersed, and the scene gradually emerged. It was a space similar to a tree hole, and inside, there was a white bone.

Chu Luowei

Qiao Weiya pushes Chu Luowei away and climbs up again. The people inside have died for at least ten years. There is no flesh and blood left but white bones.

Qiaoweiya stood there, for a long time did not move, just staring inside.

She didn't want to admit that it was her grandfather, but this place was his home.

Therefore, he wants to return to his roots.

She is waiting for her grandfather to come back every year, and she will come here every year. However, she did not expect that her grandfather would have come back long ago, lying here, lying here safely.

Qiao Weiya feet soft, straight kneeling on the ground.

Chuluowei didn't think that it was like this, although everyone thought that old man sapman was no longer there, but he didn't find the body, which always made Qiao Weiya feel that there was still a hope.

Now, there is no hope.

Chu Luowei hands pressed on her shoulder, don't know how to persuade her, now Qiao Weiya, the whole body is filled with a kind of sadness that don't let others close.

The moonlight is beautiful, the snowflakes are still falling.

The cold wind is piercing, but people kneeling on the ground have no consciousness.

At this moment, an expectation of more than ten years was completely broken by her.

The old man who handed her over to her parents 15 years ago and left, who she was looking forward to coming back to find her every year, lay here quietly and would never call her name at the foot of the mountain or run all over the mountain after her short legs.

"Little girl, I want to go home in the dark."

"Little girl, it's thundering. Don't stand under the tree."

"Little girl, I went home with my grandfather."

"Grandfather, why do we come here every year?"

"Because you were born here. Your mother brought you to the world here."

"But there are no houses."

"I don't need a house." 】

Qiao Weiya kneels on the ground, holding the cold snow tightly in her hand. The cold snow melts and leaves an ice mark on the back of her hand.

Chu Luowei squatted down beside her, gently holding her cold hand, "find a place for grandfather to rest in peace."

"This is my grandfather's home. He said that the fallen leaves should go back to their roots." Qiao Weiya said in a low voice, dumb voice, with grievances, with hope after the despair.

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