"Why are you so stupid, A Yu, why are you so stupid..." Yunhe sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the young man's pale, almost transparent face and cried in a low voice, "I don't want a powerful cloud, I don't want it, I just want you..."
But no matter how much he was crying and shouting, the boy lying on the bed showed no sign of waking up.
One month, two months, six months, one year, three years have passed, and the person lying on the bed is still motionless, like a sculpture.
In the past three years, Yunhe has exhausted almost all ways to save people, but there is still nothing.
Between the heaven and the earth, not even a trace of Ah Yu's soul can be found, as if this person has never lived between the heaven and the earth.
All Yunhe has is the cold body lying on the bed.
Only he, only the laughter in the clouds, can prove that this person really exists, that he really existed.
At the beginning, Yufu and Yumu would try to find a way together with Yunhe, but after a long time, they no longer had any hope.
All the ancestors who used the cloud offering technique were all wiped out with no bones left.
They, A Yu, are probably long gone.
Everyone gave up, and everyone thought that A Yu would never wake up again.
morning.
Yunhe hugged A Yu quietly, opened his eyes and looked at the snowflakes falling outside the window and whispered, "It's snowing again, is it cold?"
The boy in his arms was as usual, unresponsive.
Yunhe gently rubbed his soft hair, got up and went out to close the window.
For the past three years, it has been snowing in the sky, and it has never stopped. He doesn't care whether it is snowing or not, but he is afraid that Ah Yu will feel cold.
The clouds of various colors that Ayu caught ran around in the house, hissing and hissing all day long, but Yunhe never felt that they were noisy.
The temple was too quiet that day, and the quietness made him feel terrible.
For the past three years, he stabbed himself every day, sitting by the bed and watching the blood flow out little by little, every day, every year, hoping that his boy would wake up one day and hug him Distressed, I don't want Shenjun to get hurt.
"Hiss—"
The blood-red clouds rushed past Yunhe, it looked very excited, and recently it has stopped turning into clouds to show Yunhe how A Yu used to be, no matter how much Yunhe struggles, it is useless.
Yunhe glanced at it blankly, if it wasn't for Ah Yu's hard work, he really wanted to crush this cloud directly.
He walked back slowly, raised his hand full of scars to hug Xie Yu, and said in a muffled voice, "Ayu, do you want to go out and see the snow?"
In the past two years, he often took him out, every time to watch the snow.
The snow in the sky fell like this, and the Yun Palace was completely covered by snow. If you don't see the snow, you can't see anything else.
Suddenly, a very light laughter came from the ear.
Yunhe didn't care, he thought he was hallucinating.
After all, in the past three years, he has hallucinated countless times.
"I don't want to see the snow, but I want to see it. When spring returns to the earth, everything recovers?" A clear voice sounded in his arms, with a hint of a smile.
Yunhe suddenly lowered his head, and met the boy's bright eyes. He raised his head and kissed his cold lips. His slender fingers landed on his red clothes, and his voice was very soft, "Don't let it snow, okay?" good."
"Okay." Yunhe lowered his eyes tremblingly, and kissed her in a low voice.
At this moment, the three-year-long heavy snow in the heavens suddenly stopped, spring returned to the earth, and everything recovered.