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The day of Zhou Yucheng's death was the coldest time in winter, and the dead grass and branches in the cemetery were covered with frost, which was cold at first glance. His adopted son, Zhou Jixue, comes to visit him at this time of year.

Two bouquets of flowers are placed in front of two adjacent tombstones.

Zhou Jixue's girlfriend asked with some curiosity, "Jixue, I know that one of them is an uncle, and next to him is ......?"

"It's my mother, although I haven't seen her either." Zhou Jixue replied.

My girlfriend hesitated, "Is this your family's secret?" Then I'll ...... it."

Zhou Jixue smiled and took her by the hand, "It's just that I don't know my mother after all, so I haven't mentioned it before." As you know, I was adopted by my father, and before I was adopted, my mother died. "

You buried the mud under the spring, and I sent the world full of snow. Zhou Jixue turned her head and glanced at the two tombstones that gradually disappeared from sight, only to see them snuggling up in the whiteness, "When I first read this poem, I knew why my father gave me this name." Zhou

Jixue was adopted by Zhou Yucheng when she was nine years old, and she became the successor of the biggest force in City A in a daze.

In his impression, his father was a quiet and gentle man.

Zhou Jixue knew that if he was known what he thought of his father, he would probably be laughed at - who didn't know that the head of the Zhou family was ruthless, and it was a fantasy to describe him gently.

But he never changed his mind.

There is a framed, unfinished puzzle hanging in the Zhou family's main house, and Zhou Jixue only knew when he was older that it was Van Gogh's "Starry Night".

"Why don't you put it together?" Zhou Jixue quietly asked the housekeeper Aunt Mingxia.

She looked at the missing corners of the puzzle, "Probably because not all the gaps can be filled."

Looking at Zhou Jixue's blank eyes, Ming Xia suddenly smiled and touched his head, "You are still young, it's normal to not understand."

Zhou Jixue looked at the unfinished place.

At the age of

twelve, he was taken to a cemetery, and intuitively understood that this vacancy might be the name on the tombstone.

- "Chu Xin. His father's expression was light, but his tone was gentle to the point of restraint, and he put down a bouquet of flowers in front of the tomb, which was still stained with dew, "I have come to see you."

Zhou Jixue stood far away, unable to hear what his father said, and could only see him stretch out his hand and brush away something on the tombstone, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The wind blew Zhou Yucheng's hair. Zhou Jixue was shocked to realize that his father already had so much gray hair.

In memory, Zhou Jixue and Zhou Yucheng did not communicate much. Zhou Yucheng is introverted and silent, and he will not express any father-son affection, but he never criticizes him.

The original industry of the Zhou family involved a lot of gray areas, and Zhou Yucheng laundered them all before his death, and when they were passed on to Zhou Jixue, only legitimate industries remained.

"She'll want you to stay away from the. Zhou Yucheng's explanation is simple.

"She, is she a mother?" Zhou Jixue mentioned that strange and familiar person for the first time in front of Zhou Yucheng.

Zhou Yucheng was stunned, looked down at the ring on his ring finger, and suddenly smiled.

"It's your mother. He said.

"Can I ask you, what kind of person is my mother?" asked Zhou Jixue.

"She. Zhou Yucheng smiled in his eyes, "It's a little liar who likes to talk nonsense." If she's still around, she should be nice to you, she's always surprisingly accommodating to children.

Zhou Jixue felt regretful.

Before Zhou Yucheng died, they had a brief conversation.

"Over the years, I should have saved up enough stories. Zhou Yucheng said.

What is the purpose of collecting stories? Zhou Jixue didn't know, but because of the relief in his father's eyes, he felt sour, so he lowered his head and suppressed the desire to cry.

My father wore a ring on his ring finger, which he never removed for the rest of his life.

The other, perhaps, was hidden under six feet of loess with his mother, whom he had never met, accompanied by the sound of chanting and paper ashes, and no one had ever seen it again.

——Jun buried the mud under the spring, and I sent the world full of snow.

"Jixue?" his girlfriend shook Zhou Jixue's arm, "Why don't you speak?"

Zhou Jixue smiled, "Oh, it's nothing, I think of some old things." "

In the bitter cold wind of deep winter, a couple of lovers slowly left the place. The tombstone stood behind them, and in the black-and-white photograph above, the woman was smiling cheerfully, and the man was looking at the gray and distant sky with gentle eyes.

Some stories will eventually dissipate into endless years, like a land hidden by snow.

However, in the turn of the four seasons, the snow will melt in the endless withering. Once again, spring returns to the earth.