There was a wine stall by the river, but no one passed by.

Qian Qianmo bought wine, sitting under the tree and stuffing his head, the cold wind, mixed with the wine of the throat, as if the charcoal fire was burning in the throat.

The boss came over and persuaded: "The son, the wine is not like this. It's almost a New Year's Eve. If you have any sad things, say it better, don't be so boring."

Qian Qianmo looked at the old man and smiled, but he was accidentally coughed and coughed, mixed with the painful hot air.

He pointed to his heart, the heart of thousands of sails, and then smiled: "I have a wife, I have a daughter, I can't go home."

After that, he smiled low, and his laughter was low, and he slammed his fist on the tree, and he was so **** and painful: "I can't go home!"

......

The palace was quiet and there was no sound at all.

The number of warmth slowly pushed open the door, and even the lights did not point, groping into the house.

The mouth was very dry. She touched it in the darkness, found the tea, poured a cup, and took a sip. The chill has penetrated into every corner of the body and mind.

Her fingers shook a little and almost broke the cup.

It’s so dark.

There was a dark lacquer in the house, and the moonlight could not be seen.

It seems as if the fear of darkness can completely cover her whole person, so that she has no time to think about anything else.

The number of warmth slowly sat down in the corner of the room.

The ground was very cold, but she was unaware.

She slowly curled up her legs, held herself, and widened her eyes, confronting the darkness.

Not long after, she was still afraid to close her eyes and bury her whole face in her knees, suppressing her own crying, for fear of being noisy in the sleepiness of sleeping in the next house.

However, it is particularly uncomfortable.

Special, especially uncomfortable.

When she didn't believe his departure, she was young and hugged the mountains to find him.

It’s hard to accept his departure. The price paid is that he will die for a lifetime when he is a child, and he will never speak.

Others are embarrassed, and there is no childishness.

She never mentioned him in front of the child, and she never asked her.

She thought... from now on.

Four years, four years.

He lives and lives well in front of himself.

For four years, there was no letter, not coming to her once, not once.

It’s like he is really dead.

It’s just like the feeling of a few warmth is not important at all.

How can you not be angry?

How... no crash...

However, those complex and sad emotions have not yet come to my heart, and his strange eyes are like a knife and a knife in the heart of her heart.

Uncle Uncle does not know the number is warm.

The dreams that have been made, the promises that have been made, have become ridiculous jokes.

Everything is beyond the slightest light of his words.

Her heart is so strong, it is just a little woman.

She will also have a time of complete collapse.

So huddled here, let the dark engulf her, and I am afraid that it will be discovered.

I can't know how much warmth is. The childish and sleepy eyes stood outside the door for a while, and wanted to knock on the door, but when they reached the small hand, they found that the door was gently pushed open, and the number of warmth did not close.

There was no light in the room.

Qing Qiao stood in the same place and went back to his house to take a light and come into the house.