C1504

On the street, the snowflakes are so thick that they have piled up over the instep of one's feet. The dim yellow road lights, without the white light reflected by the snow, the whole city is a vast expanse of white. Under the snow, I don't know what is melting, waiting for the coming sun to come and take it away quietly.

Now it's almost early morning, there are not a few pedestrians on the street, vehicles have no sound. The only thing you can see are beggars and vagrants who are shivering under the eaves or under the bridge.

Already quiet in the world, even the sound of breathing is extremely harsh. In this sleepy City, it's hard to get such peace under the cover of snow.

"Creak Creak... "

The sound of stepping on the snow, like the orchid in the empty valley, wandered in the street. A thin figure, clothes floating, calm and steady walking in the street, that kind of silence into a kind of loneliness, as if the whole world is left with such a living creature.

If anyone had noticed, it would have been appalling. Because the snow falling down like goose feathers, in a few inches away from this man, unexpectedly disappeared. No It should be melted, and his whole body is clean. Even the snow covering the back of his shoes can not stain his shoes even half a minute. He is like an insulator of snowflakes, or - out of the way.

"The arrival of heavy snow is not a kind of death of heaven and earth? Exuberant vitality seems to fall into a deep sleep, and it seems to be wrapped in swaddling clothes and brought back to the ruins. This is a kind of death, a kind of death that melts life and melts life. Tomorrow... "

Sikong Banyu raised his eyes and looked at the misty sky filled with snowflakes. He murmured: "tomorrow, maybe the sun will come, snowflakes will smile and come back to life. Then it is the death of snow, from snowflakes to water, penetrating into the earth, or becoming a part of rivers, or after being absorbed by plants, perhaps Into the human body. The snow is dead, but it is still alive. "

"It controls life, but the way it's born has changed. So what's the reason? Now that it's in charge of life, why does it need such a change? "

The perception of life and death, now Sikong half language has touched not shallow. He has realized that both life and death need a kind of control, and this kind of control, perhaps acting on his side, or acting on himself, will become the hand in charge of life and death, and nothing can deprive him of the qualification of life and death in front of himself.

It's just This life and death change, but let him confused. Just like the snow, it is actually undergoing a transformation of life no matter how it changes. It seems that it is already a process of death to another process of death, but is it really so? In Sikong Banyu's view, this is a circuitous method. It twists in the world of life, far away from the process of death. Since it has controlled life, it is enough to control its own life. Why do we need such detour?

Sikong half language is still in the feeling, and unconsciously comes to a kind of building. He looks up. The building with more than ten stories is like a huge column, standing under the snowflakes all over the sky. It is very lonely and lonely.

In the hall of the building, two trembling security guards are rubbing hands and holding the heat, looking out at the dark and snow against the white blend of the night.

"Hoo Hello Who are you looking for? " Looking at Sikong Banyu coming in, one of the security guards asked.

"703 on the 7th floor. I'm here to see my friends." Sikong half language light said.

“703？” Another security guard smell speech, eyes show a look of disdain, a little uncomfortable pointed to the direction of the stairs: "the elevator is broken, you take the stairs!"

Thank you very much

Looking at Sikong's back, a security guard said, "tut I didn't expect that coquettish girl would never forget to do business in snowy days

"It was The figure and appearance of others are excellent! But it's a pity that I'm on the wrong path. "

"It's someone else's business. Where can we manage it? You see, in this snowy day, I also want to have a person who can warm the quilt. Her family is a disabled boy. Can't I expect to warm the quilt? Not only can you make money, but also you can Hey, hey... "

"Don't mention it. When I think of that girl, I always have snacks. Do you want me to ask her about the price tomorrow? How about tasting them, too

"Come on! I'm afraid it's only a few months for your salary of 3000 yuan. They work for the rich. What kind of place is that? Who can afford it? "

"Cut Can't you talk about it? "

Although Sikong Banyu went far away, he could hear them clearly. There was a kind of inexplicable sadness in his heart. There is vulnerability in everyone's heart. If this vulnerability is magnified infinitely, no one wants to live. But some people magnify others' vulnerability with their own shortsightedness. Are they murderers? It's not But it's not much different from a murderer.

When he came to the door of room 703, Sikong half language knocked on the door gently, and a voice suddenly rang out in the room."Coming!"

"Creak."

When the door opened, a half grown child with a flat head was wearing a handsome national style student uniform. He looked extremely energetic and had a beautiful face, but he was a handsome boy. There is a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. Anyone who sees him at the first sight will think that he is a sunny and handsome boy, but when he looks down and sees the wheelchair with wheels, he will not think so.

The half of the children looked at Sikong Banyu, and his eyes showed a puzzled look, because it was close to the people's Congress that he had seen before. All the people who knocked at the door here were all dressed in bright clothes. At a glance, he almost wrote three words on his face, but this man Ordinary.

Inconspicuous gray coat, calm eyes, ordinary face.

"My sister is not at home. Go to the tycoon to find it." Still, he said bluntly.

Sikong half language shook his head: "I'm looking for you. I'm your sister's friend. I asked me to look for a hospital for you to operate on. I'm here to learn about your situation and arrange for it. My surname is Han."

"Is it? My name is Liu Chun. Please come in. " Liu Chun smiles as soon as he hears it. It seems that many people have come here. After all, Liu Xia has been working hard for his recovery. Liu Chun's heart must be very clear.

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