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Volume 7 Endless Longing Chapter 117

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    The swallow in the photo still has bright eyes and white teeth, showing a sweet smile. Those clear eyes stare at wealth with infinite nostalgia.  Fugui stared at the photo blankly, and time seemed to freeze the moment he saw the black and white photo!

    The white flower hanging on the photo made Fugui unable to open his eyes, and the black gauze, like a ruthless rope, dragged Fugui into the bottomless abyss!  Fugui seemed to be struggling in the air, trying desperately to grab something. At the moment when his body lost weight, he clenched his fists desperately, and finally there was a crisp sound, and then his fingers felt numb, and the water glass was finally broken by him.  , the remnants of the glass were deeply embedded in his palm, and the bright red blood fell silently to the ground

    He walked over slowly, took off the picture of the swallow, and wiped it gently with his sleeve, but tears kept falling on the lenses, splashing thin drops of tears.

    Fugui suddenly felt dizzy. He slowly knelt down while holding on to the table and put Yanzi's photo in his arms. He wanted to use his own body temperature to warm Yanzi's cold smile, but could Yanzi still feel his warmth?

    Fugui closed his eyes, raised his head, and let tears flow down his cheeks sadly. He felt like a ball of cotton was stuck in his throat, which made his chest hurt. He wanted to shout, but he couldn't muster any strength.  Make him cry out.

    "Agui" Someone was calling him. The voice seemed to come from the sky, so familiar yet so far away.

    He was shocked, opened his eyes, and looked around for the source of the sound. With tears in his eyes, what he saw was the blurry figure of his aunt.

    Fugui looked at the photo of Yanzi in a daze, suddenly not believing that Yanzi left him like this, as if everything that happened was a nightmare. Looking at the photo of Yanzi in his hand, he felt as if the end of the world was coming. He asked with tears in his eyes  : "Auntie, thisis this true?

    The vague figure nodded.

    "She" Fugui closed his eyes in disappointment. He wanted to get a negative answer from his aunt's mouth.  He swallowed, and his throat was so painful that he had to use a lot of effort to say each word: "When did she leave?" Fugui's voice was very weak, so weak that he could almost hear it.  Not sure.

    Auntie wiped her eyes and said with a choked voice: "The year before last I left in the autumn of the year before last"

    Fugui was still kneeling there, stroking Yanzi's friendly face in the photo and said, "Okay, why why did you just leave!" Before he finished speaking, tears fell heavily on Yanzi's face.

    Auntie lowered her head and shrugged her shoulders slightly.

    Fugui suddenly felt cold all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cave. His teeth were chattering because of the cold. He carefully wiped the tears on the photo with his sleeves and murmured: "As promisedAs promised, wait until I come back."  , youwhy did you just leave by yourself!!"

    Auntie stood up, and after a while she came over and took Fugui's arm. She choked and said, "My child, stop crying. Get up. Your hands are bleeding."

    Fugui gently broke away from her hand. He raised his head and bit his lip. He tried his best to control his emotions, but tears could not help but flow down his face.

    Auntie helped him bandage the cut on his hand, sighed and said: "In the autumn of last year, your father suddenly became ill at night. Yan Zi got up in the middle of the night and saw that your father was very ill. He went to the town to find a doctor that night, riding a bicycle.  , arrived at Hukou Cliff and never came back"

    Fugui¡¯s heart tightened suddenly. He bit his lip and didn¡¯t even notice a trace of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth.

    Hukou Cliff is where he rested when he returned home. The cliff outside the boulder is more than a hundred meters deep.  A hazy scene suddenly appeared in front of his eyes: Yanzi was driving hurriedly in the dark night with the help of a dim flashlight. The road was slippery in the middle of the night, and Yanzi just rode his bike and fell off a deep cliff

    "When people found her the next day, sheshe just left like that, and the bicycle was smashed out of shape" Auntie's voice was like sharp arrows. He closed his eyes and couldn't bear to stop.  As he listened, he felt like his heart was being pierced by sharp arrows, and blood was flowing drop by drop

    Auntie wiped her tears and walked into the back room. When she came out, she held a thick stack of letters in her hand: "These are all the letters you wrote to her in the past two years. Alas, Yanzi's life is really hard."

    Fugui silently accepted the letters, his heart twitching: These letters were written by him with all his heart for Yanzi, and every word was filled with his love for Yanzi. However, how could he know that these letters would be sent to him in the distant Gobi?  Become a longing that no one will ever open!

    After being silent for a long time, he asked gently: "Auntie, where is she? II want to see her now."

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    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????¡­How did he come here? He felt like a walking zombie, without thoughts or consciousness. His brain seemed to be a vacuum and blank.

    He silently held the pile of letters that Yanzi would never see, and walked step by step. The road would never end, and he didn't want to walk so fast. He was afraid that his steps would disturb the resting Yanzi!

    When he looked up and saw the raised mound of dirt at the end of the road, his heart felt like it was pricked by a thin steel needle. He stopped and looked at it sadly, just like the swallow had given him the gift, but  He will come back after traveling far away, but what about the people he saw off?  !

    Gritting his teeth and holding back the overflowing tears, he slowly approached the mound. He looked at the luxuriant grass on the mound, trembling in the fine rain and mist. He knelt down and murmured:  "Yanzi, II'm back."

    The drizzle gradually blurred his eyes, and also blurred the swallow's grave. The fine rain and mist danced in the air, stained his face, and gradually condensed with the tears into crystal water droplets, flowing down his painful face.  Slide down.

    Fugui crawled a few steps and touched the stone table in front of the grave. It was like holding the rough hand of a swallow. He grabbed the soil on the grave fiercely and cried out the name of the swallow. However, no matter how deep his hand was,  Deeply inserted into the soft soil, the distant swallows can no longer hear his voice!

    The spring rain rustles, listening to the whimpering breath, outside the cloud mountain, there is a mist of sadness, a lonely road that does not change the wind and rain, the sad loneliness, passing through the miserable grass in spring.

    With his eyes blurred by tears, he seemed to see the swallow standing in the mountains waving her hands in the distance, the breeze blowing her long flowing hair, her pretty figure watching silently in this season when the grass grows and the orioles fly, her bright eyes reveal infinite  The sadness

    Fugui unconsciously picked the wild flowers next to the tomb. The wild flowers were fragrant, and the little rain and dew were still trembling slightly on the delicate petals. He tremblingly placed the bouquet of flowers in front of the swallow. In the passionate season, he counted the world of mortals in the days.  I hope that in my dreams, I can pave a white chrysanthemum path for the swallow, lie in the buds, and lead her home.  The sights flying all the way merged into the candlelight of mourning and reflection, which made the eyes red and blurry with tears.

    He unfolded the letters one by one, and turned on the lighter with trembling hands. In the drizzle, he ignited every part of his thoughts. April was dripping, and noisy tears fell on the painful land; the nightingale wept blood, leaving behind  The color spots of red rain break the sadness of memory.  I still remember the last time I wrote for Yanzi, the huddled memory condensed into the last longing in my life!

    The rain gradually became heavier, and the paper ashes were gradually extinguished. Maybe God could not bear to let the swallows read those missing words with tears. He also hoped that the kind swallows would not be sad or confused on that endless road.  Open your palms, trying to catch the flying memorial paper, and watch it gradually burn out, extinguished under the drops of tears

    With tears in his eyes, Fugui opened the gold ring he bought for Yanzi, took out his handkerchief and wiped the rain stains on it. The ring glowed orange in Fugui's palm, and the two beautifully carved hearts on it were tightly nestled together.  He sat sideways next to Swallow, looking at the hazy rain curtain in the distance and murmured: "Originally I wanted to come back this time and let this ring connect us tightly together, but you broke your promise  Ohwhy didn't you wait for me? Why???"

    The squirming liquid on my face was itchy. I didn¡¯t know if it was rainwater or tears, but I just let it flow into the corner of my mouth. It was salty.

    Fugui dug a deep hole in the swallow's grave, then put the ring into the box and carefully put it into the hole.  Stained with tears, hands are filled with muddy soil, the years of mortal life, how many luxurious vows of eachother, but the red candle used in April to commemorate the past?  How many memories that have been frozen for a season can slowly melt with the swaying drizzle?

    Fugui silently looked at the white stone table, with raindrops hitting it, splashing layers of mist. He looked at the trees planted by swallows in the distance, and his heart seemed to be melted by the thin raindrops.  Swallow, do you know that the tears I shed with you have become the source of my longing; the pain I have experienced with you has become the best memory; the pain I have experienced with you has become a lifelong bond between you and me.  .

    Fugui¡¯s chest ached, and he stood up, hoping to see the swallow again on the opposite mountain. However, the spring rain was bleak and the grass was luxuriant. Where was the familiar figure of the swallow?  ?

    He stood there blankly, the raindrops beating the sorrow in his heart again and again, the wind mixed with the smell of longing blew away, in the gray and blue sky stream, with a ray of melancholy, holding a gaze, just because  Only the most sentimental sorrow will shed the most affectionate tears of lovesickness.

    Fugui looked at the dark sky and let out a long whistle as loud as he could. The world seemed to have stopped. The whistle passed through the rain curtain and echoed for a long time in the mountains accompanying the swallows.

    However, when everything returns to calm, what remains is Fugui¡¯s empty heart, exhausted in lonelinessnbsp; However, when everything returns to calm, what remains is Fugui¡¯s empty heart, exhausted in loneliness
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