sky swirling snow falls Ziyi

 Sky swirling snow falls Ziyi, the extra glare. Attendants as they propped up the umbrella, but they are waved his hand, refused. The five young men, three patterns of men and women, two handsome, hand in hand, stood up more and more thick snow, silently watching the established four new tombstone, under the solemn expression, such as was holding an ice ax, every piece of the tombstone for each painting, engraved in their hearts.

behind them there are many people, political leaders, business giants and even mafia chiefs, have come to attend this funeral. It could there saw several Xinfen, I am afraid is hard to believe, as rich powerful family, actually died in the fire cave overnight, everything are turned into charred ruins, dust to dust, soil into the earth.

petite woman went to a physique which a gravestone, bent down and the white roses on the floor and gently put a handful of double valve aster, red, surrounded by endless in revealed a trace of warmth in the cold. She remembers the man once said, double valve aster beautiful words that I share with you a dirge.

the middle of her back to his friends, to re-grip around the hand of man. From the palm of contact between the men feel her tremble.

seem to have stiffened, how to lift. She knew now that the results of his heart pain, no less than her slightest.

he did not know which side is the man in the end the real home?

hundreds of kilometers north of the Duman River, ice, A thousand Piao. Sculpture stands in general delicate man, Jiang Bei Di, looking at the other side.

twenty-nian ago, a mother holding the south bank of the river wading he fled here. Today, he has to go back.

man held out his hand toward the river, waved, shook a grip, in addition to the biting wind, and nothing yo.

there really is a house it?

1994 summer, full of beans River, just after heavy rain, the river surge.

here is the border,UGGs, the river side is China.

The dim light before dawn, despite disheveled, a bloody, or conceal the beauties of the appearance of this woman, but not a cent of tenderness, the net is the determination and resolute.

drive the road for three days and three nights, the boy was tired and hungry. He did not know what happened, but do not know why they suddenly left the home, day and night to escape to the deserted place. Mom just said, to stay, is a dead end.

Indeed, it was dead.

from Pyongyang to leave, there are three Shiwei Guan protect them, drove the jeep and headed all the way to the northeast. Later, someone to chase, and also wearing a military uniform, carrying guns, grab still stuck in shining bayonets. Then he did not see what happened, my mother took him hiding in the wild grass, the hand covered his mouth with one hand covered his eyes. The dark, he heard several bursts of gunfire only to hear the voice of melee, and then I do not know how long, all returns to calm.

after which he and his mother left the two people.

crawl out from the bushes, when the boy sheepishly asked: may die! Feet long opened a small shoe glue, tender feet, half exposed, worn leather, dripping with blood. But the fear of mother worried that he did not Hantong.

great, my mother said the river to safety, we will not die.

stepped into a river, the boy awoke water deeper than he imagined much more. Not yet reached the center of the river, the river was about to not have his nose and mouth.

and chase those bad guys come? Boy froze in my tracks, not enough time looking back, he was walking in front of a mother holding up.

finally to the other side of the river, the son of a woman struggling to push its banks. Boy staggered lying on the shore, turn around and go to her mother pulled ashore, only to find her on the shoulder there are two glaring hole in the blood, turning bright red liquid poured out, and the turbidity of river water soluble together, flooded.

had also dimmed eyes firmly.

woman has been exhausted, she stopped struggling, and no go pull his son's hand, despite the impact of the body in the water the next little bit away from the shore. Finally,UGG boots, and son, said she wanted a word, his lips moved, may have been unable to pronounce the sound, the next second, fast flowing river to drown her head, her whole person disappeared in the river below, and those gravel sediment together, washed without a trace,

boy's hand still in the air waving, can be apart from the occasional splash on the river, what can not catch.

lip read out from his mother's last sentence.

not a mother, how he wants to live? Grow up to six years old, accompanied his mother never only one person. He has a father, but the man is so strange, occasionally, come and gone, but every time my mother would see him smile, while he will be a number of aunts and uncles do not know where to the other building blocks, play remote control car .

Once he to his mother, he hates his father. Results mother threw him heavily for a slap in the face, but said, Why did he not protect the mother? He did not understand.

Suddenly, I do not know where to reach out to a big hand from behind to seize the boy by the collar, took a river bank and dragged him from the shore. Almost at the same time, it is a deafening burst of gunfire, he seems to feel that the bullet came from the other side of the shot to fly from his head.

Not really, not the boy struggled, intuition told him that this man will not hurt him, and so was he caught in the side of the trunk. This position, the boy can not see the man's face, only to see the surrounding landscape into a rice field from the woods, do not know how long to run, came to a village in the same place. The man slowed down slightly, but did not release the boy. See the street side of the white boy with red paint on the wall to write a line of huge Gonggongzhengzheng Chinese characters, of which her mother had taught him the words, something like These words written about long ago, the paint is cracked and the.

into a courtyard, the men who finally put down the child, attend to another, the first door of the court stood and looked around a bit and bolted the door, and then squatted the wet, dirty boy front asked him: angular facial features, it can not look good, the left eye there was a significant scar.

boy nodded his head, while the man's brow is screwed together.

Riverbank scene that had just appeared in the boy's eyes.

The boy went back into fear God.

boy did not react to being pulled in the well,UGG boots clearanc, and homes. Then he saw the well had also sat a small boy, and his same age, wearing a clean white shirt and striped overalls box, heart set on playing in the hands of the bamboo bow dragonflies, me, not making a sound.

in Pyongyang, he is similar to the daily wear clothes, but now it is so embarrassed.

three-barrel well irrigated cool down, washed away the dirt of his hair and body. Man put down his pail, his son said: , working with his son sitting on the kang fight bird dragonfly. Two little boys the same age, stature similar to closer scrutiny and even some facial features are quite similar.

not eat rice cakes, a man suddenly stood up and alert, the two children hid in the corner air-meter tank, close the lid with a minimum volume of warnings before they must not be silent. He did not expect so soon to find calls.

open the door, the man found too late, come have entered the yard.

possible.

man slowly raised his hands, which he most hated position, but he must live, for that person. Clenching his teeth, he forced himself to swallow the idea of all the impulses.

but a thought flashed in my mind.

right man entered the room to see that picture, the two boys together, the game screen. So similar, almost, exactly the same.

not! He was himself actually produce such a crazy idea of cold sweats!

can it? He had other choice?

, but still could not hear the conversation outside.

At this time, migang corner of the lid is opened, the light coming through, according to the two innocent face, but only half lit, eyes still stand in the shadows, do not see their eyes.

but the boys could see a man's eyes, hold his hand out of his own son, which clearly there were tears in the rotation.

men took away his son, soon covered with the lid again.

endless dark, leaving the boy alone. He firmly attached to the cylinder wall on the ear.

a long while, the man opened the lid, the little boy out. The house yard, leaving only the two of them. Is Rishangsangan outside, the sun shone through the window, playing in the men's side faces, in the other half of the cast shadow.