Once again, the light pierced through the dark clouds, and the wind blowing in front of us brought a chill even more bitter than in the falling rain.

"It's really cold, even if it's not as cold as the moon and winter, this weather always loves to freeze people's hands and feet. There were two cool moonlights hanging on either side of July's nose, and her clear gaze was as soft as starlight.

"So, I guess Sister July must not like to spend the winter. Song Minghao gently untied the scarf and put it around July's neck.

"That's not it, I heard my mother tell me a legend about her girlhood, she said to make a wish to the snow, and when the flowers bloom and everything recovers, your wish will definitely come true. July's voice was quiet, and she looked up and smiled at him. "Do you want to give it a try? She continued to stare at him, the meteor under her eyes was golden, the breeze blowing, and the gathered sand rippled like a sea of water, like a champagne rose in a world of drunken gold.

"Really? Is it really going to be? How can there be such a magical thing in this world?" July curled her cold little hands into the pockets of her extremely shallow and thin jacket, and then put on a pitiful and cute look at Song Minghao who looked away. "Why don't you believe it? She geared up, with a sense of eagerness to try out.

The dry night breeze shattered the silence of the night, and Song Minghao gently stroked the dark hair of July that buried his head in his knees. His eyes were dotted like a scorching sun cast in the shade of a tree. Feeling the fresh scent of July, he smiled and hugged her shoulders and buried her little head in his warm neck.

"Tell the little brother, has that girl's dream come true?"

The flickering lights along the road are like a tekira dangling from a wine glass. Song Minghao asked Miss July in front of him with sincere eyes.

July hugged Song Minghao's arm tightly with both hands like a well-behaved cat, and at that moment Song Minghao's heart was completely touched by her series of small actions. His gardenia-like thin lips slowly opened up graceful curves.

He smiled, then grinned as he gripped her cold little hand tightly into his shriveled but warm pocket.

"Half. July's gaze gently shifted from Song Myung-ho's handsome face like that of the sun god Apollo, and the soft golden light outlined the black grass as if it were a beautifully framed oil painting. The noble prince in the center of the canvas bowed his head, his brown hair slightly curled on his forehead dancing with the cold air hovering in the air, he also followed the example of July, resting his head on his knees, his fingers touching his slender leg muscles like plucking strings with the rhythm of the whirlwind. The light and gentle voice of July is the best gift that the quiet and harmonious night has given him. He lifted his chin and slowly lifted his handsome face with a bright smile between his eyebrows, the wet night mist filling his eyes reflecting the dark green waves. He smiled politely and reservedly, and the dust floating between heaven and earth stopped to rest on the pair of young men who made the flowers all over the mountains and fields ashamed of themselves.

"Half?"

Song Minghao stared earnestly at her little head that slammed forward, he stretched out his arm and gently patted her small body squirming in the crook of her arm. "Oh, let's hear this half of the story. Song Minghao massaged his frozen legs and looked at July with interest.

"For that girl, it's all. But for the boy, that's half the story. Half of those were the best memories. July muttered quietly. Her voice was as quiet as the warm starry sky of that night.

"Why?" Song Minghao smiled and waited for her answer. He wrapped the scarf around her neck tightly, and then hugged her into his heart, his heart beating calmly and strongly, never hiding or lying. It used to be a barren ruinland, but now it can only accommodate a small her.

July imitated Song Minghao's appearance, and seriously massaged his spasmodic calves with a sideways face.

"Let me think about it. July kept her eyelids on her heavier and heavier eyelids, listening closely to his rhythmic heartbeat, and she yawned with sleepiness coming at her like a rising tide. The misty snow-white haze crept into her fluffy sleepy eyes that shimmered with thousands of brilliance. July rubbed his temples, and struggled to get closer to Song Minghao's neck.

The falling dust swept past Song Minghao's tranquil side face.

The soft glow freezes in the middle of the tacit gaze of the two people like a lens focus.

"You're sleepy, or we'll tell the story another day, okay? You are my sister, and you can only be my Song Minghao's sister in this life, but whatever you like, I also love. Song Minghao looked at July's gradually loose legs, his velvety green eyes were full of emotions that made her heart beat rapidly.

His face slowly approached her ears, which were as white as a crescent moon and faintly bone-like.

A dark shadow is slowly approaching on the verdant grass in front of me...

July slowly lowered her head, and time was frozen in the light smile of the beautiful girl Ruyan.

"When I was in elementary school, the girl's wish was to hear the boy's voice, to think that the boy could look back at her, and in order to create an opportunity to meet, the girl worked as a student on duty for six years in one go, because every time she approached his class, the boy could nod at her outside the door mirror. When she was in middle school, the girl's desire was to be at the same table with the boys, and she bought a codebook, and she wrote every word he had ever said to her in Juan Xiu's small letters, and she said that she was thrilled to watch the boy eat the breakfast she had secretly hidden on his table. When she was in college, the girl's wish was that the boy could stay in her memories for a long time, and she also secretly tattooed his name on her arm behind her family's back, he said that he liked the singer Pink Butterfly, and he couldn't have a signed photo of Miss Pink Butterfly, the girl in order to realize his dream, every winter and summer vacation in Miss Pink Butterfly stayed in Shanghai's Manyuan Spring Hotel as a front desk. Later, maybe it was fate, they were transferred to P City together, when the boy was unemployed for the first time, the girl took out all her savings, and when the boy fell out of love, the girl finally mustered up the courage to tell him that she loved him very much. Later, they started a business together, from a small store all the way to today. ”

July said a lot of things in one breath, she was ignorant and honest at that time, not only did she not know how to love, she didn't even know what it was like to like someone. She wondered why the girl was so stupid, even though they were her parents, and she still wanted to fight for the girl back then. But she never hated her father, because that was the man she admired the most in her life.

"Until today, she has accompanied him to start from scratch, accompanying him from counting the bricks and stars in the sky to counting the ,,," July leaned comfortably in his warm arms, she blinked her shrimp-like eyes that were about to fit completely, and muttered in frustration: "But that man doesn't love her enough, after she became a full-time wife, he always compares his first love with her, and always dislikes her and buries her, although she hasn't become a yellow-faced woman." ”

Song Minghao frowned, silently looking into his arms, in his warm embrace, the girl who was as holy as an angel was groaning in pain. The long, thin eyelashes fluttered weakly like butterflies whose wings had been moistened by the rain and mist.

The night breeze is blowing, the dark night like a deep pool is mixed with mottled tree shadows, the faint yellow lights and shadows are reflected in the clouds flowing in the small river, the warm wind blows through the cold water, the ripples change, the mist is diffused, the bright galaxy is painted with incomplete red makeup, in this scene is like walking in Alice's fantasy, even the clear stream frozen in the eyes is as clear as the blue Danube.

The dim yellow lamp beads burned a little red, red and dusk yellow were uneven, and even the peaceful night was drunk like a slightly drunk child's face.

She was so approachable, so gentle, and her love for this family was sincere and selfless, that she was reluctant to let go of the hand that was clenched tightly in her arms even in the saddest moments, even if it was a transparent outline, or if the hand had pulled her into a large cage. ”

There was a layer of crimson yarn between heaven and earth, and under the light that was gradually fading by the violent and raging wind, the rain and mist that wrapped the sky slowly floated from all directions.

"It's a big cage, and that person is going to imprison a man for life in the name of love. As long as she has a breath of air, a breath of air, she will never be banished, she will never be forgiven, little brother, do you say that the infatuation in exchange for freedom is worth it?"

July let out a long sigh, she shook her head vigorously, and under the golden streetlamp, July's warm brown hair curled slightly in the air, and then floated like a silently falling feather in his equally bitter and painful eyes. Song Minghao held July's forehead in distress. "It's windy, July, little brother take you home, let's go home. ”

Song Minghao's heart sank, he looked around the empty surroundings, the rain wind that was accumulating anger blew from the green grass, and the hair like July coffee was suspended like a dispelled feather floating in the low sky of Wu Qiqi.

The cloudy street lamps sink into the deep night like a fall.

Song Minghao's eyes looked around and there was no specific landing point, the noisy wind was high, and the swing frame was entangled by green vines.

The brown hair waved a few times in the air and then pierced into Song Minghao's shoulder lifelessly, and then, July's body was heavy and crooked, and the loose hair slipped from his shoulder like a flying feather that was about to shake off the ground, and at the same time, the delicate warm brown velvet crossed a beautiful arc in the air, and in the shock, Song Minghao took it with a backhand like a conditional launch, and the girl who was as beautiful as a god's mansion was steadily collected by him in the empty arm.

"Don't talk about it, you'll get sick if the autumn wind in July pours into your stomach, let's go. Obedient, good!"

"I'll take you home, go back to Song's house, and I'll send you home tomorrow morning. Song Minghao said as he used the tension of his wrist to hold her stiffly, however, no matter how hard he exerted, July still maintained a leaning posture and fell into his arms without any movement.

Even if he only comes home twice a year, she will wait for that flying hug every day with the most delicate makeup. In her sleep, July raised her eyebrows in annoyance. Her forehead crumpled tightly into a parallel Sichuan crossing.

Song's sky-piercing headlights swirled back and forth not far away, flickering non-stop. Suddenly, the end of the deep path was as bright as day, and between heaven and earth, black and white.

The flickering white light and the dim yellow light intertwined on Song Minghao's stiff facial muscles, and he asked puzzled.

"Flying and hugging, don't you say that he always dislikes her, buries her, and even pretends not to see when he sees it? Why would there still be a warm hug?"

July trembled slightly, and the corners of her eyes shone brightly and gently.

"That was the agreement on the first wedding anniversary. He said that no matter what the girl wanted, even if it was to reach out and pick the stars in the sky, he would agree. ”

"Oh. Song Minghao replied in a low voice.

"You say she's the most pathetic fool in the world, and I never think this story is so moving. But I wonder how this is not a beautiful story, she always talks and tears roll down her eyes, and when she just talks about her crush at school, she dances and jumps like a flea, and she is always like this, usually sad and half bright. ”

July choked in a low voice, and with every time she muttered, Song Minghao's heart felt like it was burned by fire. Seeing her eyebrows twisted together in pain, Song Minghao's breathing became heavier and heavier.

"Say no more, don't say it again. He meditated countless times in his heart, watching her trance face that was gradually falling asleep and half-asleep. Song Minghao took a breath.

Song Minghao pressed his teeth against his lower lip, and after hesitating for a moment, he gradually tightened the hand that was holding Qiyue's shoulder.

"July, I like you, from now on, I promise you, I will protect you with my life, I will integrate you into my blood, my life, as long as I am here, I will not let you suffer the slightest grievance. Okay, okay?"

"I don't want to miss out on having you in my life, even if it's just a snap of my fingers, I also hope that at the moment of the end of my life, I can still hold you in my arms, just like we are now, July. ”

"Don't make a fuss, your jokes aren't funny at all. ”

"I'm not kidding, I'm serious. ”

"Seriously, there is always a deadline for seriousness. ”

July fell asleep, Song Minghao was stunned, and the shallow smile on his lips was like a blooming crimson rose.