The sun is hot in midsummer and the air is stagnant.
The fine dust undulates in the sun, and the heat is deep.
A truck drove on a remote trail, slowly moving forward.
The road has never been repaired, and the ground is uneven.
The carriage swayed constantly, and the driver occasionally cursed.
Difficult road conditions and bad weather make people feel bored.
The truck was covered with a thick layer of tarpaulin.
A Yue woke up in the swaying carriage.
The weather is hot and sultry, and it is even more difficult in a closed carriage.
A Yue vaguely remembered that someone tricked him into an alley.
After that, he couldn't remember clearly.
A Yue only felt it was difficult to breathe, sweat kept streaming down, and his clothes stuck tightly to her body.
It was crowded with people, all children about his age.
An unpleasant smell mixed in the car made it even more uncomfortable.
A Yue wanted to make a sound, but found that his throat was extremely dry because there had been no water in it for a long time, and he couldn't make a sound at all.
The sound of crying was in my ears, and the hum was lingering.
A Yue thought about his current situation, and couldn't help crying with everyone.
At this time, there was a strong crash in front of the carriage.
The driver smashed the door a few times with a stick.
There was a clear anger in his voice: "Shut up all of them to Lao Tzu."
The carriages are full of young children, they have never seen such a scene.
Hearing the threat from the driver, everyone couldn't help but cry.
Those children who couldn't stop their tears dared to sob quietly.
The noon sun was extremely fierce, the sun was shining directly, and the temperature of the carriage continued to rise.
Some children can't stand the heat and are dizzy.
A Yue was tired from crying and fell asleep.
The car still swayed forward.
After a long time, the sun gradually set to the west and the temperature dropped slightly.
Until the last afterglow of the setting sun, the top of the moon.
The cold moonlight fell, dispelling a trace of heat.
The car stopped in front of a house.
A middle-aged man walked out of the house. He secretly traded in child trafficking.
The man paid and took the child in the car into the house.
A Yue is farther and farther away from home, and his memory of home has become increasingly blurred after going around.
…
On the day Dong Hongchang died, A Yue was by Shi Wuye.
After the death of another leader of Hongmen, Qiao Yunsheng, Shi Wuye completely took over Hongmen.
Although Ah Yue was young, he was extremely intelligent, and he was trusted by Shi Wuye very much.
A Yue felt ashamed and was unwilling to accept the help of Lu Huai and Ye Chu.
He wants to rely on his own ability.
A Yue was checking the information in the room. At this moment, the phone in the room rang suddenly.
A Yue picked up the phone: "Who is it?"
After this period of time, A Yue's whole body became calmer.
Ye Chu's voice rang over the phone: "A Yue."
Upon hearing Ye Chu's call, A Yue's voice couldn't help but soften: "Sister."
There was a moment of silence on the phone.
After a while, Ye Chu said, "A Yue, Dong Hongchang has been executed."
A Yue's movements were stagnant and did not answer the call immediately.
Ye Chu said again: "A Yue?"
A Yue was in a daze, and when he heard Ye Chu calling his name, he immediately woke up.
A Yue opened his mouth: "Sister, I'm fine."
He understood Ye Chu's thoughts.
This is to reassure her.
After putting aside the phone, A Yue regained his gaze on the information in front of him.
The lines are neatly arranged and extremely clear, but A Yue can't even see it.
At the moment when he learned that Dong Hongchang had died, A Yue's heart jerked.
Although he could not remember Dong Hongchang's face, he felt a little strange for some reason.
After a brief shock, A Yue looked at the information again.
At this time, his expression was focused, as if nothing had happened.
…
By the time of winter, it had already started to snow in Paris.
It has been snowing for several days, and a thick layer of snow has accumulated on the streets and buildings.
Snow was swept to both sides of the street, and the road was clean.
The house under the clear sky is warm and calm.
Today is Christmas, and the French have already started preparing for it. The festive atmosphere is quite strong.
There was still snow in the sky, and the cold came.
At night, the snow is getting heavier and the temperature is getting colder, but no one cares.
In the corner of a cafe.
A Yue was sitting there, writing a letter with his head down.
Now, Ayue is studying at the Sorbonne University in Paris.
Later, he gradually remembered his childhood, and his memory slowly became clear.
He also remembered the days when he was abducted and trafficked outside.
But these things are all over, and more importantly now.
The coffee on the side of the table was still vaping, but now it is getting colder.
A Yue's eyes always fell on the white paper in front of him, and he wrote down every sentence very cherished.
There was a person sitting across from A Yue.
That was his French classmate at Sorbonne University.
The French classmate took a sip of coffee and looked at Ah Yue.
Because A Yue registered under Lu Yue's name, they all called him Lu.
In the eyes of his classmates, Lu is taciturn and not talkative.
And now when he wrote the letter, the expression on his face was a little mild.
The classmate asked curiously: "Lu, who are you writing to?"
Just after Ah Yue finished his last sentence, he raised his head and glanced at his classmates, with a rare smile on his face.
The classmate was startled.
A Yue smiled and said, "My sister."
The classmate was stunned for half a second, and also smiled: "I have never heard you mention your family."
A Yue roughly scanned the letter and picked up the envelope on the side.
He lowered his head and put the letter into the envelope, while looking at his classmates.
The smile on his face did not disappear, but he did not answer.
A Yue carefully closed the envelope and then wrote the address.
The classmate did not continue to ask.
He glanced at his watch: "The time is almost here, and the dance party in school is about to begin."
A Yue looked at his classmates: "I will go there after I send the letter."
The classmate stood up, ready to leave: "Okay."
A Yue nodded.
When the classmates left, A Yue put the envelope away carefully.
The coffee on the table was completely cold, and A Yue took a sip from the cup.
The cold coffee is bitter.
A Yue frowned, then took the umbrella aside.
There was a rustle of heavy snow outside, and the ground was slippery.
A Yue's leather shoes stepped on the snow, making a slight noise.
The streets are full of lively atmosphere, and the shops on both sides are shining with warm and bright light.
The aroma of coffee and bread faintly wafted out.
The soft light of the street lamp fell, but the originally icy snow seemed warm.
Pedestrians walked with a smile, walking in groups.
And A Yue is only one person, lonely in his back.
He walked to the school and dropped the letter into a mailbox near the school.
The snow fell quickly and urgently, and the mailbox was already covered with snow.
After sending the letter, Ah Yue held up his umbrella and walked into the school.
The school was lit, and he walked towards the bright light.
The snow keeps falling, one after another.
The whole world seemed to be quiet.