Spring goes and autumn comes, and the years turn around.

It’s another quiet and cold winter.

In the winter in Beijing, the north wind is strong, and the white snow falls from the sky. The pure white color covers the entire land, and the sky and the earth seem to turn white overnight.

The mountains and fields are also white, with a layer of loose snow hanging on the bare branches. When the wind blows, the snowflakes will fall from the branches.

Jiang Ci left Xiao Xiangxiang at Song's house and came to the northern suburbs alone.

Because today is Jiang Shu’s birthday.

There are not many people in this world who can remember her birthday, but he remembers that he once celebrated her birthday, and Jiang Shu was particularly surprised that time.

Maybe because she grew up in an orphanage, not many people cared about her. He just gave her a little care and she was very happy.

He remembered that that night, he bought her roses and took her to eat Western food.

Jiang Shu specially changed into a long aqua dress, put on light makeup, and didn't smell of dust at all. She looked like a quiet lady with long hair, letting him hold her hand and go to the restaurant.

Under the light, he seemed to still be able to see the squeamishness and shyness on her face. At that time, he thought he had seen it wrong. Later he realized that he had seen it right. No matter how strong a woman is outside, she is still in love with her.

She is always a shy little fairy in front of men.

She loves him.

The road to the cemetery is difficult to walk, the road is blocked by heavy snow, and many roads cannot be passed by cars, so we have to walk.

Jiang Ci held an umbrella and stepped on the snow with his black leather boots. The snow made a "squeaking" sound, and the north wind blew on his face like a knife.

Jiang Ci, wearing a long black coat, became the only color in the mountains and fields, but soon he became one with the world.

This year, he didn't know how many times he came to the cemetery, and the road was so familiar that he could walk with his eyes closed.

Two sets of footprints were left on the flat snow, but soon the heavy snow buried his footprints again.

The snow was still falling, and his umbrella was covered with snowflakes. When he raised his head, Jiang Ci saw Jiang Shu's tomb in the distance.

No one would come over at this time of year, but Jiang Ci wanted to accompany her.

He brought flowers to Jiang Shu, very beautiful roses.

He knew that Jiang Shu liked these passionate and bright flowers, and she herself was blooming beautifully like a rose.

Walking over, Jiang Ci placed the roses in front of Jiang Shu's grave.

Under the umbrella, his eyes were as cold as frost, and there were pictures of Jiang Shu in them: "Ah Shu, today is your birthday, I haven't forgotten it. Do you still remember the last time I celebrated your birthday? It didn't snow that day.

The weather is very nice. I took you to have dinner at a western restaurant, and you liked the roses and gifts I gave you. From now on, I will give you roses every year on your birthday, okay?"

"Ah Shu, I went to the mall a few days ago and bought a ring. I want to propose to you. I wonder if you will marry me? I know that I have many shortcomings. I have a volatile temper. I also love when things go wrong at work.

I was angry, but when I met you, you tolerated me in everything, cooked for me, and helped me solve my problems. I wanted to marry you then, and I still do now."

"A Shu, marry me, you will be my only wife in this life."

Jiang Ci's deep, hoarse voice floated far away in the snow, and he didn't know if the northern wind could take away his thoughts.
Chapter completed!