What is the most heartbreaking story you have ever heard?

Around the early 1990s. A pair of loving young lovers agreed through letters to meet in a pavilion twenty miles away (one lives in the east of the pavilion and the other in the west of the pavilion) to discuss important events in the future.

Who knows, God is not good at it. On the afternoon of the 26th, the sky was filled with lead-colored dark clouds. After the cold wind, snowflakes actually fell. After a while, the snow became heavier and heavier, and large pieces of cotton-like snowflakes fell on the house, trees, and fields... In an instant, a thick layer was piled on the ground.

It rained for another whole day on the 27th, but it was much lighter than last night. In the evening the sky cleared up and the stars and moon returned to the sky. The snow on the ground is already more than a foot deep. Before dawn on the 28th, he said goodbye to his parents, took a wooden stick, and set off in full force. He first used a wooden stick to thrust back and forth on the snow in front of him a few times to make sure it was solid, then moved his feet to step on it, and then thrust it again and again. Although this will slow down the journey, it can ensure personal safety. After walking for several hours, the sun has climbed as high as one person. He sweated, took off his coat, took a deep breath, and continued walking forward. But the strange thing is: there are people living in this place front and back, why is there only his footprints in the snow?

It turns out that they live in the mountains. Even if you are walking on a daily basis, you will get broken or chipped accidentally, let alone in the snow. They are not willing to play with their lives. No, I accidentally stepped on an oval stone. My feet slipped and I leaned forward, rolling down the steep slope like a wheel of fire. Fortunately, the snow on the ground was thick enough and he was not injured. He climbed up and said with a smile: "This must be because God saw that I was walking too slowly and wanted to help me. If there is an opportunity in the future, I must thank him properly." "This was already his eighth fall, and there was no place on his forehead, arms, or legs that was not injured and bleeding. As for this joke, it was just a method he used to overcome the fear in his heart. At about ten o'clock, he raised his eyes and looked out, and said: "There are still five miles at most. I will finish it in one go." Just as he was about to go forward, a man from the village said: "Brother, where are you going in a hurry?" He turned around and saw the crowd coming. Du Bufan told him the purpose of his trip. The man smiled and said: "Brother, you have experienced firsthand how difficult the mountain road is.

You said that it is difficult for a big man to do it, how can a little girl like her do it? ? Needless to say, she must have missed the appointment, you should go back early!" He hesitated: "But just in case..." The man said: "If you are worried, just tell me your home address. If anything happens, I will come back immediately. Let me tell you." He looked at the front full of traps and at the rear where the footprints were clear, and said in his heart: "This makes sense, she is not in good health, and she must not walk this way." He backed off and nodded in agreement. After that, I chatted with the man for a while and found that he was a very good person. The two recognized him as brothers. From then on, she disappeared from his life like evaporation.

?We didn’t meet again until we went to Wannan for vacation in March 2008. However, by this time, she was already the mother of two children. He asked: "Why did you leave without saying goodbye?" She smiled and said: "Can you listen to me tell a story?" He glared and said nothing. She said: "Fifteen years ago, there was a girl, dragging her tired and scarred body, waiting for her sweetheart under the pavilion. Although the wound was still bleeding and the cold wind made her cheek hurt, she felt happy in her heart. Because she would be able to see her boyfriend after a year's absence. Soon the sun began to rise, the snow gradually melted, and the temperature continued to drop. She curled up and waited... until the sun set and the water dropped into ice. .

But the man who had agreed to take care of her for the rest of her life had not yet appeared. The temperature at this time was about -14°C, but she could not feel the slightest bit of coldness, because there was something wrong with her. It was still cold—her heart. How could snow be colder than her heart? She leaned against the wooden pillar, looking up at the direction of the Cowherd and the Vega, and tears were rolling down her face. She was probably feeling hurt at this moment. Only Zhinu, who has longed for her husband every day, can understand it!" She couldn't help but blush at this point. She took a deep breath and continued: "When she wanted to leave, she found that she had no strength and could only wait to die. Fortunately, she met a kind man (now her husband) who saved her." His throat felt like it was being stabbed by thousands of steel needles, and he couldn't say what he wanted to say.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and she said, "My husband is back." She opened the door and walked in with a man. He looked at him in disbelief, at the man who stole his girlfriend - the brother in the snow.