Jiang Xiaocha woke up from the bed suddenly.

Outside the window is the sound of firecrackers, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, Huanhuan played with the flower demons in the courtyard, she liked to play all kinds of fireworks during the New Year when she was a child.

Small fireworks hit the ground with a crisp sound, which is a child's favorite.

Huanhuan also likes to play this kind of game.

Jiang Xiaocha was cold, there was no air conditioning on the mountain, even if it was hot in summer, but the palace was built on the mountain, it was very cool, in addition to the hall paved with gold bricks, there were earth dragons in winter, the temperature was moderate, neither hot nor cold.

But she was sweating and soaking through her clothes.

The memories are so clear, she didn't feel Dugu Qingluan's heartache, because Dugu Qingluan has been kept in the dark and knows nothing, but as a bystander, she sees everything clearly.

Wrath......

It's like a flame that burns her mind!

Especially when the alien fire clan sacrificed, she desperately shouted to stop, but no one heard her voice, she could only watch them die in the fire.

Nalan Sheng......

Jiang Xiaocha tightened the futon, and her throat burned a little fishy.

Should she hate?

"Auntie, you're awake, come out and play with me. Xiao Huanhuan appeared at the window smartly, wearing a small short jacket, red, and the two little horns were frozen cold.

There was fine snow outside the window.

Snowflakes spread all over the courtyard, just like in her memory, the sunset city where the snow did not disperse, and in those muddy days, Nalan Sheng had been taking her blood, and she had been locked up in a world like house arrest.

"A-Niang, what's wrong with you?" Huanhuan was still holding a firework stick in her hand, and when she saw Jiang Xiaocha's cold face, she was a little confused, "A-Niang, what's wrong?"

Jiang Xiaocha smiled, "A-Niang didn't sleep enough, Huanhuan, you go play first." ”

"Then you go back to sleep. ”

"Good. ”

The flower demon went out to play with Huanhuan, Jiang Xiaocha leaned against the window, looking at the fine snow outside the window, the anger in her heart gradually subsided, and the hatred that shouted was like a beast with iron chains, slowly bowing her head.

It's been a thousand years.

She can't cling to the hatred of the past and wallow in the grudges of the past.

She closed her eyes and regretted it for the first time in her life.

Why should we be reminded of memories of the past.

This memory should have ended last time, and she shouldn't think about the rest of the things.

"I'm stupid. Jiang Xiaocha sneered, she actually took pity on Nalan Sheng, and loved him again without hesitation.

She felt sorry for him and loved him, she felt that he was a poor person, who had walked alone for a thousand years, and she wanted to give him a fulfillment.

But this thousand years of loneliness was brought on by him.

Her mind was distracted, and the phone ringing on the side was her favorite little fox.

Shengjing called.

Jiang Xiaocha looked at her mobile phone, ignoring it, she pulled the quilt and covered herself, the phone rang a few times, and she no longer remembered, she heard the sound of Huanhuan outside the window.

Huanhuan's voice was particularly festive in the wind and snow, "A-Niang is sleeping, she said she didn't sleep enough." ”

……

"Okay, I got it. ”

Jiang Xiaocha lifted the quilt and remembered one thing, after Sheng Jing and Pan Sen performed on the same stage, it was time to come back, and they should return to the mountain today.

Huanhuan was having a good time, and saw Jiang Xiaocha waving his hand, "A-Niang, you're awake." ”

Jiang Xiaocha was wrapped in a down jacket and touched her son's head, "A-Niang went to find your uncle, you are playing at home alone." ”

"Okay. ”

Jiang Xiaocha left the mountain, for the first time in her life, she didn't dare to face the cruel reality.

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I slapped my face again today, and I can only add more, miserable.