Not Spare the Years

It was getting late, and after the sun went down, the gloomy wind blew again.

Not long after, snow fell.

There was no one else in the room for a long time, no matter who they were, they were driven out by Mu Xueyi when they stepped into the room.

all gone.

All rolled away.

In this way, no one can threaten her again.

Mu Xueyi covered her right eye, curled up in the corner, her thin and thin body almost shrunk away.

She looked around with one eye, and everything lost its original appearance.

The table is not a table, it is Zhu Hong, who said with a grim face:

"You don't want to sleep with those pedophiles, do you? Go back to Mu's house, hug your dad's thigh, and ask me for money!"

The chair is not a chair, it is Mu Guocheng, who sneered and said:

"Go lie to Zhou Zhenyue and help me get that document, otherwise, your mother will die because of your hard bones. A life, because of you, is going to die, understand?"

And Mu Ruqing.

"Go and steal the quotation, otherwise, I will tell Zhou Fengnian everything!"

They have always been like this, and she has... can persuade herself to come out.

But…

Shen Huaixing, the one she loved.

The person who once gently held her hand and said I like you so much, walked side by side with her on the tree-lined path and helped her carry her schoolbag. Now, standing in front of her, he said:

"If you don't play well with me, I won't play well with your father, do you understand?"

Why every time she walks out of the shadows, someone always comes... and pushes her back into the darkness.

Who else can she trust?

In this world, who else would never threaten her?

...A month.

Ayue... where is Ayue?

Mu Xueyi was like a drowning person grabbing a rope, the words "Ayue" echoed wildly in his mind, over and over again, like a bell, fast and ruthless.

She staggered to her feet, then stood up, and was stunned again.

Ayue... have you been here just now?

Among the people she just reprimanded, was there...Ayue?

Mu Xueyi seemed to have lost his parents' child in an amusement park, standing bewildered, his eyes full of panic.

She was instantly immersed in bottomless terror.

If... If Ayue came here just now and yelled so many "go away", Ayue...

The confused memories overlapped in his head, and there was a vaguely familiar voice that seemed to say something:

"Okay, I'll go."

It was like Ayue's voice.

Is that Ayue's voice?

Is it a real memory, or an imaginary caused by her too much fear?

Mu Xueyi felt that she was going crazy.

Only a lunatic can't tell the difference between imagination and reality.

And now, she has wandered on the edge of the intersection of imagination and reality, there is chaos on the left and right, and she can't see anything clearly. Take one wrong step and you will fall into madness.

Ayue…

If the voice in the memory is true, she really said the word "go away" to Ayue, she...

Did she... push away the only person who was kind to herself?

If even Ayue is gone, don't want her anymore...

She dared not think about it.

Mu Xueyi crawled halfway towards the door with difficulty with her limping legs. There was only one thought in her mind: she had to find Zhou Zhenyue desperately, and confirm with her whether the memory in her mind was real.

If it wasn't real, she would hug her and cry.

If it was true, she would desperately apologize, desperately keep it, commit herself into the dirt, kneel on the ground and beg, and catch the only remaining light in her life.

she has to go...

Room 1102 of the hotel.

Yes, 1102.

Mu Xueyi touched the door, and kept muttering the four numbers "1102". She didn't wear her coat, so she opened the wooden door.

The wind and fine snow from outside rolled in, filling the mouth of her clothes.

A look up.

Trance for a moment.

On the shortest step at the entrance of the wooden house, Zhou Zhenyue sat there.

The wind picked up the snow and slightly ruffled her long hair spread behind her back. She closed her eyes and bent one leg, her black hair was covered with a layer of fine velvety snow, and her drooping eyelashes were covered with a layer of gray frost.

The blood in Mu Xueyi's whole body solidified at this moment.

Time has also frozen.

She looked at Zhou Zhenyue, as if ten or a hundred years had passed, the sun and the moon had risen and fallen thousands of times, and the growth rings of the old trees had been stacked.

Looking at her snow-covered long hair, she suddenly saw the eighty-year-old Zhou Zhenyue sitting there.

No blue silk, snowy temples and frosty hair.

From young to old…

She seems to always be where she can see when she looks up.

With tears in her eyes, Mu Xueyi called softly:

"Ayue."

Zhou Zhenyue's frosted eyelashes trembled, she slowly opened it, and the wound on her cheek also twitched slightly.

Seeing Mu Xueyi standing in front of her, she held onto the ground and stood up stiffly.

Standing up straight, she stretched out her arms and opened her mouth.

I haven't spoken for a long time, and after being blown by the cold wind for so long, my throat seems to be wrapped in sand, and only a dry and hoarse word is uttered:

"…Come."

Mu Xueyi cried and rushed over, plunged into Zhou Zhenyue's arms fiercely, and used all her strength to hug her waist, as if she wanted to rub herself into the other's blood.

Zhou Zhenyue gently hugged Mu Xueyi's back, her eyes drooped slightly, and there was fine snow on her eyebrows.

Mu Xueyi was stuffed in Zhou Zhenyue's shoulders, crying: "I thought you really left, I thought you took it seriously, I thought...you don't want me anymore..."

"Don't be afraid," Zhou Zhenyue said in a hoarse voice, "you really told me to roll, and I didn't dare to roll too far. I... thought you didn't want me anymore."

When Zhou Zhenyue said the last few words, there seemed to be some uncontrollable crying.

"I'm sorry..." Mu Xueyi raised her head and stroked the wound she made on Zhou Zhenyue's side face, sobbing, "I, I'm sorry, Ayue..."

"It's okay..." Zhou Zhenyue was about to say something comforting, but she couldn't help turning her head and coughing a few times.

"Cough, cough, cough."

She's ill.

I suddenly remembered that the old man told her before that after the car accident, Zhou Zhenyue's immunity became very low. In order to ensure your health, you should be very careful to protect yourself and not be blown by the wind.

After the snow disaster, Zhou Zhenyue had already suffered from a minor illness.

This time, after blowing in the wind and snow in the evening for so long, how could there be no problem with her body?

Mu Xueyi had never hated herself so much.

Holding the weak Zhou Zhenyue, she wished she had never been born in this world.

"I'm fine, don't blame yourself." By this time, Zhou Zhenyue was still comforting her in a drowsy way, "I am willing to sit here, not you forcing me, don't... don't blame yourself, I... "

Mu Xueyi cleaned up her messy emotions, knowing that no matter how many words there are, they should not be said outside.

"Let's go first, Ayue, hold on."

"...I can hold on."

Zhou Zhenyue swayed a little, glanced at the half-open door, only to feel that there was already a double image in front of her.

She held on to her consciousness, bent over and barely picked up Mu Xueyi, who had injured legs and feet, "Hold on to me, I'll hold you... go back to the house."

Mu Xueyi didn't dare to refuse, for fear of further arguing and wasting time, so she could only obediently hug Zhou Zhenyue's neck.

Zhou Zhenyue hugged Mu Xueyi and walked into the wooden house with difficulty step by step. When Mu Xueyi reached out and closed the door, she carried her and walked inside again.

When she got to the bed, she put Mu Xueyi on the bed.

Mu Xueyi stretched out his hand and said, "You too..."

However, Zhou Zhenyue's body softened and she lost consciousness. Like the scattered Rob, she collapsed to the ground with a "bang".

Her eyes were tightly closed, her lips were pale, and her long black hair, together with the snow that had turned into water droplets, was spread out messily.

Mu Xueyi lay beside the bed and shouted:

"Ayue—!"

Mu Xueyi himself is a person who has not healed from a serious injury and cannot protect himself, and there is no way to help Zhou Zhenyue.

In the end, only Ge Weilong could be called.

Ge Weinong helped the unconscious Zhou Zhenyue to the bed, let her lie down beside Mu Xueyi, went to find a thermometer and antipyretic medicine, twisted a cold towel, and put it on Zhou Zhenyue's hot forehead.

"There is a doctor in the villa, but I went down the mountain two days ago to buy medicine, and I can't come back until tomorrow morning." She whispered to Mu Xueyi, "Tonight you and Chairman Zhou will support first, the doctor will come back tomorrow, I will go right away. Please come over. Take the medicine every four hours. I have set the alarm clock for you. You must watch Chairman Zhou take the medicine. Don't worry, Second Miss, nothing will happen. "

Mu Xueyi held Zhou Zhenyue in her arms, tears kept in her eyes, and her voice was hoarse to the point of blurring.

"Thank you, Anon."

Ge Weilong picked up another roll of gauze and iodine, hesitated for a while, but still asked:

"...Second miss, your right eyelid and eye area have been scratched a lot, can I wrap it up for you?"

That was the cut made by her fingernails when she washed her face too hard. She was crying all the time, tears streaming through there, stabbing and painful.

The pain is a little better, and she can stay awake and watch Ah Yue's condition.

"...No need to pack, let's go."

Ge Weilong: "Okay, I'm right next door, just call me if you have anything. I won't sleep tonight, I'll be waiting for orders."

She put the medicine box by the bed, brought a pot of hot water over, and then turned to leave.

There were only two people on the bed in the room.

Mu Xueyi tightly hugged Zhou Zhenyue's arm, closed her eyes, chuckled lightly, and murmured the other party's name.

"Ayue..."

After reading for a while, she raised her eyes and muttered to herself.

"Ayue, I regret it."

"I don't want to turn this place into a nunnery. If it really needs to be changed, it has to be turned into a hospital... that's it. Are you right?"

"When you and I are old, we live in the hospital. When we are sick, the doctor is by our side. When we die, we lie on the same shelf, in the morgue, and the numbers are all connected. Don't write an epitaph on my tombstone, If you want to write a couplet, you can write anything up and down, but horizontal..."

"Horizontal criticism must be written: 'My next life...'"

She choked.

"In my next life, I will never meet Zhou Zhenyue again."

The person in his arms didn't know when he woke up, and after a light cough, he let out a helpless laugh.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Mu Xueyi buried her face in Zhou Zhenyue's hair, crying and laughing at herself.

"I live this time, obviously I'm here to pay your debts, but no matter what I do... it will always hurt you..."

Zhou Zhenyue wanted to say something.

However, Mu Xueyi squeezed her shoulders and stopped her words. With tears in her eyes, she said word by word:

"Zhou Zhenyue, avoid me in your next life."

"It's good for you to meet anyone, just don't... fall in love with Mu Xueyi."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who threw the rocket launcher: blame sister AhLian1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: 4 big oranges; Ji, Chen., Lythrum, living in Beifushan, strange sister AhLian, and Manzhi. , I'm not right! , 152167663761;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 150 bottles of Qingshan; 20 bottles of monsters; 15 bottles of AI Star Chaser; 13 bottles of swab; 10 bottles of Ajin; 5 bottles of Xiaojizi; 4 bottles of Mo Xi; 1 bottle