Half of Yan Yan's body has been frozen in place, standing there like a snowman.
The flying snow in the sky has long since become a knife, and the skin on his face can no longer see the original handsomeness, a large amount of white has become his body, and his whole person seems to be completely integrated into this world.
But he seems to be still laughing...
His laughter was the only movement in this deadly place. He was still looking half-up and looking towards the horizon. He couldn't tell whether it was a smile on his face or the previous emotions had been frozen in place.
It's just that the snowstorm in the sky is getting more and more intense, about to extinguish the fire in his heart.
Yan Yan is not so able to think. He has been here for more than forty minutes. If the newspaper hadn't told him to kneel to death, he would have been swallowed by the cold!
"Newspaper..."
The ice sculpture on his face seemed to have some signs of shedding, and the call began to drift away from the heart, and went farther and farther, reaching the sky.
"Go on, it's time to come..."
Yes, it's time to come.
Yan Yan has been waiting for the moment when the only relative in his life left, his last warmth dissipated, and he wanted to take another look at the kind old man... Remember the website
Newspapers are also waiting!
It wants to crush this man head-on, this man who is known as fearless, crushes his hard knees and makes him kneel in the snow. This is the fate of Yan Yan from the newspaper!
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Seventeen in the winter.
The teenager didn't want anyone to call him a teenager anymore. He had become Yan Yan. He was the best student in the school. His clothes were ragged and his life background was tragic, but no one would deny that he was so outstanding.
What Yan Yan wants, as long as he works hard, he will definitely get it.
The seventeen-year-old Yan Yan has already made his mark. Perhaps at that time he was grateful for his past experience. His parents had nothing to do with him. Without the despair they brought, Yan Yan would have become mediocre!
That winter, it was as cold as before.
If someone didn't disappear from his life forever, it would be just an ordinary winter night.
The dilapidated garbage room no longer had heating and could not light the fire. The kerosene lamp that had persisted for many years was also completely extinguished that night.
Yan Yan can't remember many scenes at that time, and it seems that the newspapers are not capable of creating for him.
All he saw was a young man, lying on the head of the bed, tightly holding the palm that was getting cold but still trembling!
The old man on the bed was so inconspicuous in the dark and cold wind, just as she lived like a dust of dust all her life, even the strong wind around her could not blow it up.
However, it was enough to blow her away.
That was Yan Yan's first tears, and the first time he couldn't make a sound. He had never felt confused and afraid of the future, but at that time he was really panicked.
Five years ago, when this old man brought him out of the rental house, he always remembered that the shriveled but powerful palm had enough heat to warm his life!
The seventeen-year-old Yan Yan held the palm that was panting in the wind, obviously unable to feel any warmth, but he was so relieved.
This is his only relative, the only person in his life who treats him well!
"Yan..."
The fate that was entangled in disease, the voice of the throat eroded by the cold wind, the old man who struggled on the edge of death and refused to die, was still holding her grandson desperately.
She really wanted to say something, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't send a word.
Even the word "Strict" was just a gasp and groan, unrecognizable.
Yan Yan buried his head in the arms of the old man. The weather was so cold that he couldn't feel when his only relative would die. He could only listen to his heartbeat.
The faint beating in the hunting cold wind, again and again.
Yan Yan had never thought that the dim-eyed and dead-looking figure would leave him in such a cruel way before that. All the quilts were covered on the dying body, but it was still trembling.
But the other hand of the old man was still pulling the bedding downwards. She felt the heat. It is said that people would long for warmth before freezing to death.
Yan Yan was unwilling to explain according to common medical knowledge. He stubbornly believed that it was grandma who wanted to cover her with the quilt on her body before she died to share the warmth.
Because he could feel grandma's shaking, she could also feel Yan Yan's shaking.
Two bitter destinies, like weeds, were tied together from the beginning. The demise of one side can increase the absorption of nutrients for the other.
The fire still burned.
The seventeen-year-old Yan Yan put his relatives who had been tortured by disease and eroded by the cold into the home where he had lived for five years and burned them down.
His thin body was a bit unreal in the cold wind, holding on to the telephone pole, the fire started from one corner and gradually spread to the entire garbage room. The scorching flame melted the winter snow and turned it into a piece of snow. .
Yan Yan stood firm in the nearest place, watching the death of his last relative.
That heart is as cold as the world around it.
In this weather when no one wants to go out, people on the whole street are crowded to the end of the street. Before, no one wants to lend him a penny to see his grandmother.
But after she died and his heart died, the fire that enveloped the whole street finally forced them out.
Yan Yan stood in the chaotic world and was extremely quiet. He swore that he would stand on the top of the mountain in his entire life, and the people he had looked up to would begin to look up at him.
What he did not get in the past, he will get it in the days to come.
He is going to stand and die, no one can make him kneel down, even if it is a newspaper office, it is also impossible!
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Snow, stop!
The snow and the wind are all frozen in the sky, and in the distant sky, there seems to be a sound of anger!
Shattered the overwhelming snowflakes, shattered the original hexagonal ice flower into powder, and the goose feathers in the sky poured down into a solid raindrop at this moment!
Most of Yan Yan's body that had been frozen suddenly shattered at this moment, and he broke free from the snow.
His face became vivid, and that smile gradually spread to the whole face, and he laughed wildly!
The newspaper, and Yan Yan's head-on confrontation.
Fate, the fate brought to Yan Yan by the newspaper, the fate of being frozen to death in the winter with his only relative!
Completely defeated!
Yan Yan relied on his own heart, relied on the fire in the winter to burn out his family affection, and at the same time made his heart indestructible!
This demon-like fate was also broken by the heart knot!
Yan Yan won!
People can also defeat evil spirits and even evil gods called newspapers!
Living is never the only way to win.
Yan Yan's gaze fell on the newspaper this time, and he looked down on this powerful evil god.
His pride and self-confidence are exposed without any concealment at this time!
The vision of the sky made him sure that he successfully humiliated a god!
If a mortal chooses to stand and die, even the newspaper can't control it!
This is, strictly speaking of the fate of his own choice, he has achieved that his life is in his own hands!
His hands trembled a little, took out the lighter that should have been frozen from his arms, and gently stroked the lines on it with his fingers, very meticulous.
That was the lighter Xu Lang gave him, and the expression in Yan Yan's eyes regained an inch of pity.
But there is no regret, just some regrets.
He closed his eyes, held the lighter with special meaning tightly, and slowly lowered his head, feeling the shattering of the winter space, and at the same time another force capable of crushing his body was madly attacking.
Yan Yan opened his palms, and a squashed cigarette was pressed under the lighter. He ignored the news agency that struck from above, but he had a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.
Looking at it and grasping it, he seemed to have grasped his own destiny, a certain warmth of his past years.
When cigarettes can be lit here, the winter will come to an end.
The man who chose to stand and die, breathed out the last puff of smoke in his life, stared at the world, and smiled contemptuously.
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PS: This is Yan Yan's story.
He is my favorite, favorite, and favorite character! Without one, Xu Lang will not work!
He is confident, arrogant, arrogant, strong, despicable, wise, rational, unscrupulous, has no bottom line, and is moody!
But he is still my favorite character. He is an extremely perfect person. What he wants to do must be top notch. He is just a mortal, but he is as rational as a saint!
Such a person, if he wanted to kill Xu Lang, Xu Lang would not be able to live, he was the first person worthy of the newspaper.
No one can choose his own destiny from the hands of the newspaper, only he can!
And it is to face the newspapers, face the tragic life, and completely defeat the demons set up by the newspapers.
Yan Yan's fate is the same as his grandmother, who froze to death in the winter, but the ending is not. Isn't it a bad ending? It depends on how you understand the reader.
Through his tenacity, he has indeed reversed his original fate, which seems to have broken the fate, but some readers can also feel that he is still dead in the hands of the newspaper, which is not counted.
Xiao Hu doesn't need to say much, everyone has their own opinions. Yan Yan felt that this choice had already allowed him to win, so it was enough.
Regarding Yan Yan, I want to say a lot. It is always inexhaustible. Life is always like this. When you read books and see Yan Yan, you are looking at another person's life.
Life, but always have to say goodbye.
We can't go into all things, keep a little hidden, maybe it's better to leave it to you to figure out.
This is Yan Yan's story. (End of this chapter)