Zhou Lingfang's falling body was caught by Yan Qing.
She used her last bit of strength to caress his cheek... ...
Her breathing started to become uneven, and her body was twitching slightly.
But she couldn't care about the pain, and she smiled as she looked at her son who was close by.
"Mom, how are you? Mom, don't scare me... " Yan Qing hurriedly reached out to cover his mother's trembling hands, letting her touch his cheek as much as possible.
"You have to... be fine... " Zhou Lingfang opened her mouth to speak, and more blood gushed out from the corner of her mouth ...
Yan Qing watched, and his heart almost exploded. He choked on his sobs, and his vision became blurry. "Mom, don't talk, MOM... "
Before he could finish his words, the hand that was gently caressing his face suddenly lost its strength, and slipped down in the mournful wind... ...
Yan Qing was completely frozen.
Tears gushed out like a flood that broke the dam... ...
Countless veins popped out on his hands. His body trembled, and he hugged his mother tightly, shouting, "MOM! ! "
The snow gradually became heavier.
The vast expanse of white quickly covered the blood on the ground. It was like a speck of dust that disappeared in an instant. Everything that happened here sank completely.
Yan Youcheng watched from the side. A trace of mist actually appeared in his cloudy old eyes.
While everyone's gaze was focused on Yan Qing and his mother, Yan Youcheng quietly used his sleeve to wipe the tears at the corner of his eyes.
He was born a human, and he had to pay the price for his actions.
Zhou Lingfang was able to get to where she was today because she had brought this upon herself. No one could be blamed.
But in the end, she was still... ... The person who had accompanied him for so many years ...
Long Qingxin quietly observed this scene. She did not say anything, but just let out a long sigh --
Something something something something something something something something something something something something something something something something something something something something.
Something something something something something something something something something something something something something something something something something something something something something something something something something.
...
The snow.
It rained for an entire night.
On the second day, it did not stop at all.
The snowflakes flying all over the sky were free and unrestrained, elegant and unrestrained, causing people to be infatuated.
The dried branches of a maple tree downstairs swayed and swayed under the weight of the thick snow... ...
In the end, the entire pile of snow fell and smashed onto the ground.
That helpless and miserable sound attracted Xia Jinqi's gaze.
She stood under the maple tree for a long time, staring blankly at the snowflakes that kept falling from the sky.
While her mind was wandering, her shoulder suddenly felt warm.
She turned around and saw that it was Yan Jun walking over.
"What are you thinking about? " His tone was gentle, and he naturally shook her hand.
"Is it all over? " She raised her head to look at him, her eyes sparkling.
The gunshots last night were so real, as if they were still ringing in her ears.
"Yes, it's all over. " Yan Jun slowly nodded, helping her to brush away the few snowflakes falling from the top of her head.
"where's mom? "
"She's in the room. Dad is accompanying her. "
Xia Jinqi only nodded when she heard this.
She wanted to ask Yan Qing about the situation, but when the words were about to come out of her mouth, she didn't ask.
It was all in the past... ...
Yan Jun held her slender waist, which was not even close to her waist. Standing Tall, he looked at the silver-clothed world with her... ...
They stood like this for a long time until Xia Jinqi's legs were a little sore. Only then did Yan Jun hold her and enter the house together.
Before he could sit down to rest, Yan Youcheng rushed into the House with great achievements.
He first looked at Yan Jun with a troubled look, then his eyes turned red. He looked at Xia Jinqi. "Jinqi, you... you go and persuade Qing 'er! He sat in the snow with his mother in his arms the whole night. No one would persuade him to leave... "