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The swallow in the photo still has bright eyes and white teeth, showing a sweet smile, and her clear eyes staring at Fugui with infinite attachment. Fugui stared at the photo in a daze, and time seemed to freeze the moment he saw the black and white photo!

The white flower hanging in the photo made Fugui unable to open his eyes, and the black veil was like a ruthless rope, dragging Fugui into the bottomless abyss! Fugui seemed to struggle in the air, trying his best to grasp something. At the moment when his body was weightless, he clenched his fists desperately, and finally a crisp sound came. Then his fingers felt a numbness. The water cup was finally broken by him. The residue of the glass was deeply embedded in his palm, and the red blood fell silently to the ground...

He walked over slowly, took off the swallow's photo, and gently wiped it with his sleeve, but tears kept falling on the lenses, splashing fine tears.

Fugui suddenly felt dizzy. He held the table and knelt down slowly, putting the photo of Swallow in his arms. He wanted to use his body temperature to warm the Swallow's cold smile, but can Swallow still feel his warmth?

Fugui closed his eyes, raised his head, and let tears flow down his cheeks sadly. He felt a ball of cotton blocking his throat, which made his chest hurt. He wanted to shout, but he really couldn't gather any strength to make him scream.

"Agui..." Someone was calling him, and the voice seemed to float from the sky, so familiar, but so far away.

He shook for a moment, opened his eyes, searching for the source of the sound everywhere, and in his tears, he saw the blurry figure of Aunt.

Fugui looked at the photo of the swallow in a daze, and suddenly he didn't believe that the swallow had left him like this. It seemed that everything that happened was a nightmare. When he looked at the photo of the swallow in his hand, he felt like the end of the world was coming. He asked with tears in his eyes: "Aunt, is this...is this true?

The vague figure nodded.

"She..." Fugui closed his eyes in disappointment. He wanted to get a denial answer from his aunt's mouth. He swallowed, and the pain in his throat became blocked. Every word had to be said with great effort: "When did she... leave?" Fugui's voice was very weak, so weak that he could hardly hear it clearly.

Aunt wiped her eyes and choked and said, "I left the autumn of the previous year..."

Fugui still knelt there, touching the friendly face of the photo swallow and said, "Okay, why... why did you leave!" Before he finished speaking, tears fell on the swallow's face.

Aunt lowered her head and her shoulders were slightly raised.

Fugui suddenly felt cold all over his body, as if he had fallen into an ice cave. His teeth were trembling because of the coldness. He carefully wiped the tears in the photo with his sleeves and murmured: "I promise... I promised to wait for me to come back, why... you... have left by yourself!!"

Aunt stood up, and soon walked over and pulled Fugui's arm, choked and said, "Child, stop crying, get up, see that your hands are bleeding."

Fugui gently broke free from her hand. He raised his head and bit his lips. He tried his best to control his emotions, but tears still couldn't help but flow down his cheeks.

Aunt bandaged the hole in his hand and sighed and said, "The autumn of the past year before, your father suddenly fell ill at night. Swallow got up in the middle of the night. Seeing that your father was very sick, he went to the town to find a doctor at night, rode his bike, and arrived at Hukou Cliff... and never came back..."

Fugui's heart suddenly tightened. He bit his lip, and a trace of blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Hukou Cliff is where he rested when he returned home. The cliff outside the huge rock was more than 100 meters deep. A hazy picture suddenly appeared in front of him: Swallows rushed on the road in the dark night with a dim flashlight. The road was slippery late at night, and Swallows rode his bike down the deep cliff...

"...When people found her the next day, she... she left, her bicycle was broken and deformed..." Aunt's voice was like sharp arrows. He closed his eyes and couldn't bear to listen anymore. He felt that his heart was worn by sharp arrows, with blood dripping...

Aunt wiped her tears and walked into the inner room. When she came out, she held a thick stack of letters in her hand: "This is all the letters you wrote to her in the past two years. Alas, swallows are really suffering."

Fugui took the letter silently, and his heart twitched: These letters were written for the swallow with his heart, and every word was filled with love for the swallow. However, in the distant Gobi Desert, how could he know that these letters would become longings that no one would ever open!

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

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For more than an hour, Fugui didn't know how he came through the mountain road. He felt like a walking corpse, without thoughts and consciousness, and his brain seemed to be in a vacuum and blank.

He silently held the stack of letters that he would never see, walking step by step, the road never ended, and he didn't want to walk so fast, because he was afraid that his steps would disturb the resting swallows!

When he looked up and saw the raised mound of soil at the end of the road, his heart seemed to be stabbed by a thin steel needle. He stopped and looked at it sadly, just like the swallows sent him. However, he would come back when he traveled far away, but where are the people he saw him off?!

He gritted his teeth and endured the overflowing tears, slowly approached the mound. He looked at the lush grass on the mound, trembling in the fine rain and mist. He knelt down and murmured: "Swallow, I...I'm back."

The drizzle gradually blurred his eyes and the swallow's grave. The fine rain and mist were flying in the air, dipping on his face, gradually condensed into crystal drops of water with tears, and slid down his painful face.

Fugui crawled for a few steps, stroking the stone table in front of the grave, as if holding the swallow's rough hand, he grabbed the soil on the grave hard, and cried in tears, but letting his hand penetrate the soft soil deeply, the swallow who had gone away could no longer hear his voice!

The spring rain is shining, listening to the sob, and beyond the clouds and mountains, there is a misty bitterness, a quiet road that does not change the wind and rain, and the sad loneliness, passing through the sad grass in spring.

With tears in his eyes blurred, he seemed to see the swallow standing in the mountains and waving his hand. The breeze blew her flowing long hair. Her pretty figure was silently watching in this season of grass and birds flying. Her bright eyes showed infinite sadness...

Fugui unconsciously picked the wild flowers beside the tomb. The wild flowers were fragrant, and the little rain and dew were still trembling slightly on the delicate petals. He trembled and placed the bouquet of flowers in front of the swallows. In the passionate season, he counted the world of the days in detail, hoping to pave a white chrysanthemum path for the swallows in his dream, lying in the buds, and leading her home. The scenes flying along the way became candlelights that mourn and felt the thoughts, and the tears were blurred with red eyes.

He spread the letters one by one, turned on the lighter with trembling hands, and ignited every thought in the drizzle. April drizzled, and the noisy tears sprinkled on the painful land; the nightingale wept, leaving behind the spots of red rain, breaking the sorrow of memory. I still remember the last time I was writing for a swallow, the curled memory condensed into the last thought in my life!

The rain gradually became heavier, and the paper ash was gradually extinguished. Perhaps God could not bear to let the swallows read the words of missing with tears. He also hoped that the kind swallow would not have any sorrow or melancholy on that endless road. He opened his palms and wanted to catch the scrambled paper, watching it gradually burn out, extinguished under the tears...

Fugui opened the gold ring he bought for Yanzi with tears in his eyes, took out his handkerchief to wipe the rain stains on it. The ring shone orange-yellow on Fugui's palm, and the two exquisitely carved hearts snuggled together. He sat next to Yanzi, looking at the hazy rain curtain in the distance and murmured: "I originally... I wanted to come back this time to connect us... tightly, but you broke your promise... Why didn't you wait for me? Why???"

The liquid squirming on my face was itchy. I don’t know if it was rain or tears, but I just let it flow into the corner of my mouth, salty.

Fugui dug a deep hole in the swallow's grave, then put the ring into the box and carefully put it in the hole. With tears in it, he filled the muddy soil with his hands. The years of the world, how many luxurious vows, but the red candles used in April to commemorate the past? How many memories of the frozen season can be slowly melted with the swaying drizzle?

Fugui looked silently at the white stone table, and the raindrops hit on it, splashing layers of hazy mist. He looked at the trees planted by the swallows in the distance, and his heart seemed to be melted by the thin raindrops. Swallow, do you know, the tears of being with you turned into the source of my longing; the pain of being with you turned into the best memories; the pain of being with you made the complex of you and me the whole life.

Fugui's chest felt a faint pain. He stood up, hoping to see the swallows again on the mountain opposite. However, the spring rain was bleak and the grass was lush. Where could the familiar figure of the swallows be there?

He stood there blankly, raindrops hitting the sorrow in his heart again and again, and the wind blew away with the smell of longing. In the sky stream where gray and blue intertwined, there was a trace of melancholy and a stare. Only because of the most loving lovesickness, the most affectionate tears of love will shed.

Fugui looked at the dark sky, and hissed with a long roar. The world seemed to be still. The long roar passed through the rain curtain and echoed in the mountains that accompanied the swallows for a long time.
Chapter completed!