It was another cold morning, with a biting wind that made people shiver. On the top of a distant mountain, there were a few lonely houses, surrounded by clouds and mist, looking particularly deserted.
Suddenly, the wooden door of one of the houses creaked slightly, as if it was blown open by the cold wind. Then, a slender and pretty figure appeared at the door.
It was a woman, her face was as pale as paper, the whites of her eyes were full of scarlet bloodshot, and she looked very haggard. There was no doubt that she was Nangong Luoyu.
Nangong Luoyu stood at the door for a while, seeming to hesitate, then slowly raised his foot, stepped over the threshold, and walked out. The temperature in the early morning was extremely cold, not to mention that this was a mountain top that towered into the clouds, and the cold wind was as sharp as a knife.
However, Nangong Luoyu was only wearing a thin white dress, which clung to her body in the cold wind, outlining her charming curves. One could imagine how scantily she was wearing.
She walked slowly into the yard and came to a corner, where a basket was quietly placed, empty, with nothing in it.
Usually at this time, there would always be a young man rushing down the mountain with a pile of things on his back. He always had a smile on his face and happily shared with Nangong Luoyu what he saw and heard along the way, but now everything has changed.
The figure of the young man had long disappeared, leaving only an empty basket standing alone, as if telling the story of his master's departure. The woman who had been listening to him, as if her soul had been taken away, stood there at a loss, staring into the distance with empty eyes, as if she was still expecting something.
Time flies, and before she knew it, Xiao Ning had been gone for a whole month. During these long days, Nangong Luoyu would come to the gate of the courtyard on time every day and wait quietly. Her eyes were always on the only way up the mountain, expecting that familiar figure to suddenly appear.
One day passed, two days passed, three days passed... until the thirtieth day, there was still no movement on the road, no one was there. Nangong Luoyu's mood also gradually changed during this day-to-day waiting.
At first, her eyes were always wet, and her tears were like a flood that could not be stopped. However, as time went by, her tears gradually dried up, and now, even if she was in so much pain, she could hardly squeeze out a tear.
It was another early morning, the sun shining on the courtyard gate. Nangong Luoyu sat slowly on the stone slab as usual, staring at the mountain road as if he could see through it.
The sun rose from the east, slowly moved to the center of the sky, and then slowly sank to the west until it disappeared at the end of the horizon. The whole day passed quietly, and Nangong Luoyu still sat there motionless, waiting for the person who might never come.
As night fell and darkness fell all around, Nangong Luoyu finally came to her senses as if she had just woken up from a dream. Her body trembled slightly, and she stood up from the stone slab with difficulty, then walked slowly towards the house with staggering steps.
Walking into the room, she gently pushed open the door, and a stale smell hit her face. She slowly walked to the slightly cold bed and stared at it quietly. This bed once carried the past of the two of them, but now it seemed so lonely.
She slowly lay down, curling up into a ball, as if she wanted to protect herself in this way. The scent on the quilt had long since dissipated, leaving only the woman's faint body fragrance, while the scent of the other person had long since dissipated.
She closed her eyes, her thoughts drifting away. Suddenly, her arms stretched out involuntarily, and then made a hugging motion. Her two hands crossed, as if hugging someone's body. Her lips moved slightly, and she murmured something, the sound was as light as the breeze blowing through the leaves.
"Ning'er...are you really going to leave me? You have such a cruel heart!"
This sentence echoed in the air, carrying endless sadness and helplessness. After saying this, Nangong Luoyu maintained this strange posture, motionless, as if time had frozen at this moment.
She remained in this state until dawn, when sunlight shone through the window onto her body, illuminating her pale face and tightly closed eyes.
A new day began. She got up early and sat down in front of the courtyard gate as usual. She stared into the distance quietly, her eyes passing through the mountains, as if she could see the boy who belonged to her walking towards her step by step.
However, as people left, the mountain road began to grow grass. The grass swayed in the wind and gradually covered the original road, making it more and more blurred. Finally, the weeds completely covered the path, losing its original appearance, as if no one had ever walked here.
The days passed slowly, the weather became colder, and the winter season had quietly arrived. The cold wind blew, hitting Nangong Luoyu's slender body and her pale face. Even though her hands and feet were numb from the cold, her eyes were still firmly fixed on the distance, hoping that the boy would return to her side...
On the 311th day, half of the twelfth lunar month has passed and the New Year is getting closer. The villagers living at the foot of the mountain have been busy for a whole year and finally waited for the long-awaited New Year.
However, on the top of the towering mountain, the few houses stood alone, looking particularly deserted. In front of the gate of the house, a slender figure sat there quietly, as if isolated from the surrounding world.
She sat there day after day, year after year, and no matter how violent the wind and rain were, it seemed that she could not shake her determination. Her white hair fluttered in the wind, looking messy, her face also depicted the vicissitudes of time, her eyes were empty and lifeless, like a mad woman who had lost her mind.
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