I don't know how many times I have had such a dream, every time Yang Yunruo woke up in the quilt sweating profusely, and every time it made Yang Yunruo weakly seem to have spent all his strength. Panting heavily, looking at the fear in the dark, Ouyang Mingyue, Mo Yan, and one scene after another floated in front of him, making Yang Yunruo's heart twitch again. It's like muscle memory, not only is it uncomfortable, but I can't stop crying when I think of them unconsciously.

Yang Yunruo calmly went to take a shower and washed away the sweat and tears on his body. He is Yang Yunruo, he is the Yang Yunruo who has crossed over, not the Yang Yunruo of this world, he just wants to be himself. It's just that this is obviously an extravagant hope, and the two memories are constantly intertwined in his mind, opposing and intertwined. In life, he unconsciously retains the habits of the two Yang Yunruo, just like he is the fusion of the two Yang Yunruo, and the thoughts, feelings, and memories of the two worlds are deeply engraved in his mind and reflected in the depths of his soul.

There are still two days to face Ouyang Mingyue, and his state always has to be solved, and he always has to distinguish which Yang Yunruo he is, not a hybrid like now. Give yourself a break, give the original Yang Yunruo a break, give Ouyang Mingyue an explanation, don't let everyone hang like this.

Ouyang Mingyue is coming, Yang Yunruo's psychology is a little drumming, and some timidity emerges from his psychology.

The sky is bright, and the higher the floors, the first to feel the colder weather, a thin layer of mist on the windows, and a goose-feather snow falling from the air. It covered this city with a thin white quilt that didn't snow much. Southerners, who rarely see snow, are happy to bloom this winter, and there are photos of snow drying everywhere, and snowmen with big palms have become their capital to show off.

The spout of the purple sand pot is bubbling with mist, and the tea soup in the shallow purple sand pot cup is clear, and the faint fragrance lingers. A few pieces of red clay are baked on the plate, a plate of bright yellow osmanthus cake, light green and crispy mung bean cake, and various colors of dried fruits are placed.

"I haven't seen snow in the south for years. Mu Leyao gently blew the tea in her hand, and then drank it all. The hot tea flowed down my throat and into my stomach, warm and fragrant. "Good tea. ”

The first day of the new snow is a good time to enjoy the snow. Mu Leyao made an appointment with Yang Yunruo, and Yang Yunruo made an appointment with Zhao Yinger, just around the fireplace to enjoy the snow.

"I haven't seen snow in years. Zhao Ying'er bit a piece of plum, her sour saliva flowed, she secretly looked at Yang Yunruo and Mu Leyao, hurriedly stuffed them all into her mouth, and then covered it with her hands and digested it little by little.

"I've seen snow for years. Yang Yunruo said softly, he went to school in the capital, and there was no snow. Before he was about to face Ouyang Mingyue, he became very low, or rather sluggish. It's like dating someone else when I was a child, in fact, when I fight, it's very pleasant, and it's hard to get hurt, but the waiting time is difficult.

Outside the window, the white snow is even more dazzling in the sunlight. The soft and soft white makes people love it at first glance.

"This tea is very fragrant. Yang Yunruo said that he doesn't know how to taste tea, but people who don't understand can tell whether the tea is good or not, and whether it is fragrant or not.

"This is the frozen top oolong soaked in the Zhu Ni Shih Tzu pot, which is a perfect match, and it is naturally full of color and fragrance. Zhao Ying'er said with a smile, her fluffy scarf around her little head, like a little fox that had just turned into a human head.

"I've only heard the name of the purple clay pot before, but I've never drunk the tea made in the purple clay pot," Yang Yunruo poured himself a cup and drank it all.

"Are you drinking tea or drinking?" Mu Leyao said with a roll of her eyes.

"You're just going to think I'm drinking. Yang Yunruo said with a smile, although he doesn't know how to drink, but now he really wants to drink a glass of wine, and then get drunk to see if it is as the legend says.

"If you want to drink, go and get a wine glass, how can you drink with a purple sand cup. Mu Leyao looked at the snow trail outside the window, Zhao Ying'er's sour teeth were sour, and she also nodded subconsciously.

"You don't understand this, and when you hear what you say, you will become a layman. Yang Yunruo sat up straight, and remembered a poem, the two beauties around him were a good time to pretend to be forced.

"Green ants are freshly brewed with wine, and the red clay is a small stove. This small red clay stove, isn't it the vermilion mud that Ying'er said just now?" Yang Yunruo explained, but he didn't know if he explained to Yang, whether the Chinese teacher and Bai Juyi's coffin board could be pressed, even if it couldn't be suppressed, it was estimated that it couldn't pass through.

"Green ants are freshly brewed with wine, and the red clay is a small stove. If you want snow in the evening, can you drink a glass?" Zhao Yinger read softly, the new wine, the stove, the twilight snow, the beautiful artistic conception, the whole person was immersed in this warm and simple life image.

"No, the snow fell in the morning. Mu Leyao thought for a while and retorted: "Also, we are drinking tea, not a small stove. ”

"I" Yang Yunruo was very curious, how Mu Leyao's brain was long, and why she liked it so much. She will ponder every sentence, to compare, to think.

"I'm not a metaphor. Yang Yunruo helplessly explained: "Comparing tea to new wine, and comparing this pot to a small stove, isn't this okay, if I say that I want snow in the morning, it will be embarrassing." It's okay, it's just casually said, so what to do. Yang Yunruo waved his hand very forcefully, as if he could really open his mouth to come to this poem.

"Sledgehammer, do you want to drink? I want to drink too, I'll accompany you." Zhao Ying'er smiled like a flower, looking at this Yang Yunruo, it seemed that his whole body was full of talent, this poem was obviously very good and meaningful, it turned out to be him casually, he was so talented, his eyes were unconsciously like little stars.

"This, forget it" Yang Yunruo thought about it, he was completely a cup of pour, a little afraid. Think about it or forget it, it's good to get over the addiction, if you really drink it, he has to lie down.

"Don't, I'll accompany you. Zhao Ying'er gave Yang Yunruo a positive look, then got up and walked out, Yang Yunruo reached out and grabbed it a few times, but he didn't stop Zhao Ying'er.

"Are you drinking?" Yang Yunruo asked as he looked at Mu Leyao on the side. "I always think it's not good to drink in a teahouse, isn't this to smash someone's sign?"

"It's fine. Mu Leyao said: "We are a private room, as long as you give money, there is nothing you can't do." It's okay to drink as much as you want. Let Ying'er bring a bottle of red wine, the white wine is too spicy. ”

Eh, this is a matter of drinking, I just want you to drink my united front, let's not drink, how can you rebel, I feel that when it comes to drinking, you and Zhao Yinger are excited.