"Yi Fan? Are you listening to me?" Xiaodie couldn't hear Shen Yifan's voice, only his vague breath, which conveyed an unsettling message, and couldn't help but ask nervously.
Shen Yifan's throat hurt, but he still struggled and responded with great effort: "Well..."
"...Yifan, you have to be good, you know? Don't be so pessimistic and depressed, okay? There are still many ways to go in this world. You don't have to be the center of attention. As long as you can be happy, you can do anything. OK!" Xiaodie's voice was very soft, but very soft and powerful.
Shen Yifan held the mobile phone in one hand, reached into his arms with the other hand, took out a small Czech cz83 golden pistol, raised it in front of himself, and looked at it carefully.
I originally planned to use it to end my life!
But now it seems that it is no longer needed!
Xiaodie was still talking on the phone. She probably felt that Shen Yifan was in a bad mood and didn't want to talk, so she was the one who talked the most.
Shen Yifan listened quietly, hearing that she had begun to recall their high school life, bit by bit, small but beautiful, recalling it in this ice and snow, it seemed particularly warm.
"Xiaodie..." Shen Yifan shouted.
"Huh?" Xiaodie responded, waiting for Shen Yifan to continue.
"Thank you!" Shen Yifan said as he threw the gun in his hand into the dense woods in the distance.
"Well! I accept your thanks! Can we make an agreement, Yifan?" Xiaodie said.
"What's the agreement?" Shen Yifan asked, a slight smile rising from the bottom of his heart.
"Today next year, shall we meet in front of your grandfather's grave?" Xiaodie said, with a touch of longing in her voice.
"Where...are you?" Shen Yifan looked around. Was Xiaodie always by his side?
"I waited for a long time at your Shen family's cemetery. It was almost dark but you didn't show up. I guessed that you might have buried grandpa somewhere else..." Xiaodie said.
"Are you in the Shen family cemetery now? I'll be right over!" Shen Yifan said and walked down the mountain.
"Don't come over, I've already left! Next year! Today next year I'll be waiting for you at the entrance of the Shen family cemetery!" Xiaodie said.
"...Really? Will you meet me today next year?" Shen Yifan still couldn't believe it.
"Of course it's true! Okay, that's it. It's too cold. You should go home early!" Xiaodie hung up the phone after finishing speaking.
Shen Yifan pressed the already hot phone tightly to his heart, and felt that the place came to life again and was beating powerfully.
The dusk was getting thicker, and the old driver was worried about Shen Yifan, so he was already looking for him along the road up the mountain.
"Yifan! Come down the mountain quickly! It's getting late!" The old driver was panting in a hurry to go up the mountain.
Shen Yifan stepped forward to support him, and the two of them walked down the mountain with his support.
As the car drove towards the city, Shen Yifan suddenly remembered a question and leaned forward to ask the veteran driver in front of him: "Uncle Chen, where is your hometown?"
"Weixi, Yunnan, what's wrong, kid? Do you want to go to Yunnan? We are very poor there and don't have such good conditions as in the city!" The old driver saw that Shen Yifan was not as depressed as he was when he went up the mountain, and he also felt relaxed.
Shen Yifan smiled and said, "Last time I heard that one of your schools is short of a music teacher?"