——Zhengyan, it’s really cold here. I wore two cotton jackets, and fortunately there was heating in the room.

——Zhengyan, the heavy snow outside is very beautiful, and I have never seen such heavy snow before.

——Zhengyan, I will set out into the mining area in the next two days, and there will probably be no signal and no message will be sent.

In December, since she went to Ice City, she still had text messages at first. But since the eighth, the information gradually decreased. Until she came to the message and claimed that she had set out to the mining area, it was sometimes gone, and it seemed that the signal was cut off.

Another evening, Qian Jue had just reported his work and left. Mo Zhengyan picked up his cell phone and took a look.

The screen was blank and there was nothing.

He frowned slightly, holding the phone in his hand without moving.

I met Luo Zheng in the conference room early in the morning and after I got to work out, she said, "I took a leave and went back. How about you?"

"Yeah?" Mo Zhengyan raised his eyes.

"Come on the holiday." Luo Zheng smiled and reminded him.

Mo Zhengyan then remembered that it was indeed a holiday.

"Why do you want to come to the UK for Christmas?" Luo Zheng asked with a smile.

Of course, the Mo family also has the habit of celebrating festivals, such as New Year's Eve and Lantern Festival. However, those Western festivals are not caring about them, so the Mo family did not celebrate on Christmas Day. But in previous years, Mo Zhengyan would definitely go to the UK to celebrate Christmas whenever he had time. In foreign countries, Christmas Eve is as grand as New Year's Eve in China.

But this time, Mo Zhengyan said, "Let's see it then."

"That's fine, you've decided to tell me again." Luo Zheng didn't insist, she nodded with a smile.

Mo Zhengyan said again, "I can't take you to the airport."

"Zhengyan, there are many cars on the road, and you will find it with just a wave of your hand." Luo Zheng didn't care about this.

The week before Christmas, the company was filled with the same atmosphere and was decorated with fresh decoration. The Christmas tree visited the lobby on the ground floor of the building. Santa Claus stood there, and as soon as he entered the door, he felt the strong Christmas atmosphere.

Mo Zhengyan rarely met Chu Yan.

Chu Yan left, and Mo Zhengyan returned, and said hello as usual, but Mo Zhengyan saw the bouquet of flowers in Chu Yan's hand.

He praised casually, "Assistant Chute, this flower is good."

"It's not bad, perfume lily, the flowers prepared by the project started. It's a pity that I lost it so much, so I took a bouquet back." Chu Yan smiled, "But, how can I compare to roses? A while ago, a friend of mine received a rose from someone else. She held it every day and wanted to hold it when she sleeps. She made the bed full of petals and bought a vase, which was like offering incense. Later, the flowers began to fade. She checked the shelf life of the flowers and put aspirin in the water."

"However, no matter how well preserved flowers are, they will fade, just look beautiful." Chu Yan said with a smile, and asked, "Mr. Mo, do you think so?"

Others couldn't understand these words, but Mo Zhengyan seemed to understand them, "Of course the flowers will fade."

"So, I'd better take advantage of the flowers blooming and enjoy them." Chu Yan responded and finally asked, "Mr. Mo, are she doing well recently?"

Mo Zhengyan replied, "Okay."

In fact, how can he know whether it is good or bad? The news is broken like this.

In the past, there were two reports of information a day, one day, and then one day, and then one day, and then one day, and then one day, and then one day, and not one day. Even after waiting for a few days, I saw a message she sent.

It has been three days, there is no information and no movement.

December 21st, winter solstice.

This year's winter has officially arrived.

After getting off work that day, Luo Zheng left Mo, asked for leave and went back to the UK for Christmas.

He left the company in the evening of the winter solstice, and Mo Zhengyan set out to the hotel. He still had social engagements tonight. However, he was not very interested today. As soon as the hotel left, he disbanded the situation and turned down the subsequent entertainment activities. Naturally, the other party obeyed and said that he would continue next time.

Mo Zhengyan returned to the mansion. When Mr. Cao saw him coming back, he greeted him respectfully, "Sir, you are back."

Mo Zhengyan has not returned for a long time, and Guan Guan Cao said, "Miss Luo Zheng just left today."

"I already know." Mo Zhengyan replied, and he went upstairs directly.

The room upstairs is still arranged with the usual bookcases and wardrobes, which are not bad at all, but they are inexplicably empty, and they can't tell where they are empty, but there is something missing anyway. In the hall, the sofa is still there, the only one, the color does not match the surrounding furniture, looks abrupt, but it is placed safely.

Mo Zhengyan walked over, stood in front of the sofa, and watched for a long time.

The sofa was previously placed in Mo's office, but later it was moved back, which really didn't fit at all.

But even her breath was almost impossible to find.

It was really that the only trace was almost gone.

He suddenly realized why this emptyness was because he could not find her breath.

At this moment, where is she still there?

Where else?

Mo Zhengyan suddenly couldn't sit down. He suddenly got up and went downstairs again. He didn't even wear his coat, so he drove the car directly.

"Sir, your coat..." Mr. Cao chased after him, but it was too late.

...

On the night of the winter solstice, the car drove quickly, just like a racing car to the apartment. It was the Golden Coast Apartment, where he had lived for a while. Since he left, he has been here countless times, but has never stepped in again. Today may be because the winter solstice is a festival, or maybe it is because after returning to the mansion, he remembered too many memories. In short, he just wanted to come.

I opened the door with the key, but did not change the lock, and it was still the same one I used to be.

When I entered, there was argus of air, which was not as clean as the mansion, but I clearly smelled the traces she had left.

He turned on the light and saw the rattan chair and the coffee table at a glance. Suddenly, she looked like she was lazy and greedy in the chair. All kinds of fruits and candied snacks are her favorites. After she came back, she could still ask for another plate, not afraid of being fat, nor afraid of being overeating.

He went to the study again.

The study was just a small room, which he later built. There was a book on the table that he had never finished reading before.

But the sound rang out in my ears: Zhengyan, what's so good about books? Don't read them anymore.

If you don’t read books, what do you ask me to read? He naturally asked her.

But she said directly: Let’s watch TV together, don’t you like watching that TV series very much?

Where does he like to watch TV series?

Most of the time, she was clamoring to read, and he was accompanying him. Sometimes when he was reading a book, she also pulled him up. He always responded, hugged her in his arms, and spent the night safely.

It's her, it's all because of her!

Mo Zhengyan left the study again and stood in the living room for a while. He felt it was too dull. He took a cigarette and lit it and walked towards the balcony.

As soon as he pushed open the sliding door and took a breath of cigarette, the spark lit up and lit up a darkness.

But suddenly, his sight was frozen!

Just because he saw the vase on the balcony.

The words said by others sounded faintly again: But, how can I compare to roses? A while ago, a friend of mine received a rose from someone else...

The white vase had nothing inside, but under the illumination of fireworks, there was a single branch standing in the bottle.

He looked closely again, but he saw the petals falling on the windowsill and falling on the tiled floor.

The withered petals are, that is, the petals of roses.

The flowering period has passed, but he still sees it, so clearly.
Chapter completed!