has always been young and limited. It's easy to lose your soul when you are idle. Wine feasts and songs.

The mountains and rivers are full of empty thoughts, and the falling flowers and wind and rain hurt the spring even more, so it is better to take pity on the people in front of you.

On the sixth day of December in the 165th year of the Qiyuan calendar, there was snow falling in Jinzhou.

Looking at the snowflakes falling from the sky, the people of the small mountain town did not care at all. At this time, it is the middle of winter, and it is normal for some snow to fall in Jinzhou, which borders the north.

In the words of the people in the city, the snow in Jinzhou and the ups and downs in this world seem to come so many times a year, and there are so many smaller ones and so many times bigger ones.

For the smaller ones, the frowning will pass, and for the older ones, the frowning will pass when you see others with you.

Su's father, who was over half a hundred years old, leaned on the doorrail with an old pipe in his mouth. He stared sullenly at the snow outside. From time to time, a black eye pops out of the pipe.

After a long time, as if feeling the cold, Father Su shrunk his coat and took two steps back.

He looked back at the servants who were already standing and ordered, "Tell the young master not to stay in the study all day, even if you come out to see the snow." ”

The servant bowed his head in response, then turned and walked upstairs.

He walked to the door of the study and knocked on the door, "Young master, the old servant has come in." ”

The servant gently pushed the door. The inside is bright and clean, and it can be seen that someone has deliberately cleaned it.

There are three rows of bookshelves with old and new illustrated books. But except for the books on history and humanities, without exception, they are all covered with a layer of dust, and it is obvious that no one has read them for a long time.

It's not the thick books that stand out, but the long table in the center of the room. Except for a part of the four treasures of the study room and the Luoxuan in the middle, the left and right places are full of freshly written ink treasures.

The servant stepped forward to take a look, and there was a faint flow of brilliance on the ink, apparently not yet dry. The font written on the paper was as unintelligible as ever, in the words of the young master, what kind of line is this called......

He shook his head silently, not to mention anything else, the word young master does look comfortable, but the young master only seems to be a little concerned about writing, and other housework seems to have nothing to do with him.

Thinking that the young master still has to inherit his father's business, although the Su family has declined, he has a big mansion in this small mountain city. In the future, if the young master is not concerned about managing the family business, then it will be ......

When the servant was a little distracted, a somewhat immature voice came from behind him: "Uncle Zhong, why did you come to the study?"

The servant named Uncle Zhong turned around and saluted: "Young master, the master ordered not to stay in the study all day, it is better to go outside to see the snow." ”

When Su Mo heard the word "look at snow", his face seemed to be a little moved. He nodded and said, "Okay, tell my father, I'll go downstairs then." ”

Uncle Zhong was overjoyed and responded: "Okay, okay, the old servant will go and tell the master." ”

Su Mo looked at his back as he slowly left, and thought a little lonely: "What snow do I still need to see, it's just that the ink inkstone I took before has been used up, I'm afraid I have to go down and get a few more pieces." ”

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The heavy snow continued from early morning to late evening. The people who had been lying by the window and watching the snow for a day were also in no interest, and closed their doors and windows to rest.

And just five hundred miles away from the small mountain city, an old man with somewhat shabby clothes and a lot of snow piled up on them was staggering forward step by step. He was holding a compass in his hand.

The compass was covered with snow, and the old man had to put it to his mouth every two steps to blow it, and after blowing away the thin snow on it, he would take a closer look with his cloudy old eyes.

It's just that if someone else sees the compass here, most of them will scold the old man.

for the compass was empty, and there was not a single point.

But the old man was a little fascinated every time, and it was not until the snowflakes covered the compass again that the old man looked up as if he had a feeling.

He looked at the blurred snow in front of him, but two fine lights burst out from his cloudy eyes. I only heard him mutter: "Where the snow is sealed, it is cold at dawn." There is a dragon in the abyss, and the heart is as it is.

Looks like I'm going to find this dragon soon. But before that, I'm afraid I need to make a little preparation. ”

As he spoke, with a flick of his free hand, a portal emerged from the wind and snow. He reached in and took out a sleeping girl from it.

The girl looked no more than two or three years old, but her little face looked a little painful at this time. There was a frost on her two somewhat beautiful eyebrows.

She frowned from time to time, and with each frown, the frost on her brow shook off a few points.

The old man looked at her appearance, but smiled disapprovingly: "The dragon has reverse scales, and if you touch it, you will die." You're going to be the dragon's scales. Believe me, you won't freeze to death in this Jinzhou. ”

He looked at the sky and found that it was already dark, and sighed with some regret: "It's a pity, I'm afraid I won't be able to make it today, and I'm afraid it won't be able to arrive tomorrow." You can only make some preparations first. ”

He wiped a snow mark on the girl's forehead, and then said with a smile: "Snow hidden mountains and rivers, just the memory of mortals, isn't it easy to erase?"

With his wipe, the girl's face instantly turned purple, and white mist continued to come out of her mouth.

The old man didn't hear it, stretched out his hand to connect the dots, and a mysterious Dao seal appeared in the void. Dao Yin opened the snow curtain, and the spiritual light emitted enveloped the two of them.

The girl seemed to be slightly warmer, and her breathing was not as rapid as before. The snow on her forehead quirked strangely, slowly sinking into her altar.

Seeing this scene, the old man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

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Father Su looked at Su Mo, who had been standing by the window for a long time, just smoking quietly.

Su Mo reached out and took a piece of snowflake and put it in his hand until it turned into a small stream of water in the warm palm of his hand.

Father Su saw that he still wanted to catch another snowflake, and finally couldn't help but shout: "Mo'er, what's wrong with you today?"

Su Mo looked back at his so-called father, and the corners of his mouth were raised, wanting to find some fatherly feelings from him, but the feeling of emptiness in his heart was always a little lingering.

He tried to warm his smile: "It's okay, it's just that I think about grinding and changing ink is a bit troublesome after all, and I want to find someone to help me with it." ”

As soon as these words came out, Su's father was very pleased, thinking that his Mo'er finally felt the loneliness of being alone. It's time to find him a child servant of his age.

Su Mo looked at Su's father's somewhat old face, as if to suppress the feeling of loneliness in his heart, he asked, "Dad, aren't you going to tell me about my mother back then?"

Although he was three years old when he came into this world, his vague memory never seemed to show his mother.

Not only out of curiosity, but also out of some intuition in his heart, Su Mo felt that he had to know about his mother's past.

Father Su just knocked on his pipe, shook his head and said, "You are still young, knowing this will only increase your troubles." ”

Su Mo looked at Father Su's serious expression, knowing that it was impossible for him to ask anything about his mother now.

He turned around and looked at the heavy snow outside the window, and said lightly: "This snow, I'm afraid it will fall for a long time." ”

This snow is really as Su Mo said, and it has not stopped for three consecutive days. The people of the city no longer go out to look at the snow, but firmly seal the doors and windows to prevent the snow from accumulating outside the house from spilling into the house.

The candle flame in Su Mo's room was quite flickering, he stretched out his hand to hold it, and after the light of the candle flame stabilized a little, he raised his pen and wrote a few lines on Shu Xuan.

Lying on the scabies and staying in the stagnation, opening the house and looking at the distant sky. The cold clouds are recurring, and the falling snow is still connected.

Ninghua Zhao Library, Fei Su Zhuan strings. Back to the floating Luo Shenfu, Kyaukying Qi chapter.

The stairs are like cranes dancing, and the trees are like flowers. In vain, he appreciated the harvest and self-pity.

Su Mo felt that this poem was too far-fetched to fit the artistic conception of the snow falling at this time, but he couldn't find a better artistic conception to describe the heavy snow here.

He walked to the window, gently pushed a corner, looked at the snow that was still blowing outside, and reached out again to pick up a snowflake, watching it slowly melt in his hands.

Su Mo felt the snowflakes slowly turn into a clear stream and flow down from the palm of his hand. His heart was full of inexplicable uneasiness at this time.

It seems that this snowflake is not the same as the previous days.

Su Mo pondered unconsciously for a long time, since he came to this world, I don't know if it was because of the superposition of souls, his five senses and general knowledge were much stronger than his previous life. This is also the reason why even if he does not read poetry books for so many years and does not deliberately memorize them, he can easily copy the poems of his previous life.

He could feel that the freshly melted snowflake in his hand seemed to be a little hotter than the one from the other day.

He didn't know why he felt the way he did.

At a loss, he raised his hand to seal the window, but the moment he looked up, he saw an old man carrying a girl on his back and quickly shuttling through the wind and snow.

Su Mo was slightly stunned, then hurriedly ran out of the door and shouted, "Dad, go out and save people!"

Before Father Su could answer, Uncle Zhong greeted him first. Seeing Su Mo's somewhat anxious appearance, he asked with concern: "Young master, don't be in a hurry, tell the old servant who you want to save." ”

Su Mo pointed in one direction: "At the gate of Xiaoshan City, there is an old man and a little girl." ”

Uncle Zhong was slightly surprised, it was three miles away from the city gate to Su's house, and the wind and snow outside were so big, how could the young master see so far?

Uncle Zhong bowed his head and said, "That young master, the old servant is one step ahead." ”

Su's father's voice came from upstairs: "Quan Zhong wait, take the old guy, this snow is too big." ”

Uncle Zhong nodded and said, "Yes!"

Father Su walked up to Su Mo's side and asked him, "What kind of scene did you see just now, tell me about it carefully, don't miss the details." ”