The winter of forgetting life is cold and long. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The forest was covered with snow, the ground was very thick, and the white and fat dwarf pines were in patches, and the condensed ice crystals hung in the treetops, and from time to time they were shaken off by the jumping squirrels.

Streams froze and snow-capped forests meandered through them, crushed ice floating between the melted snow. Occasionally, the warm sun is on a sunny day, and the golden sunlight reflects the plain white ice and snow, and the gold and silver are shining, just like the ice and snow world in a fairy tale.

A few light rains, a few snowfalls, away from the hustle and bustle.

Life goes by unhurriedly.

Qianling put on a thick and warm fluffy hat and fluffy gloves, and ran around the forest with Xiao Jiu all day long.

Hunting hares, digging birds' eggs, chiseling ice for fishing...... From time to time, Longya would come to the forest to look for her, and on a clear day, three energetic fellows would reign supreme in the forest, and they would have a great time.

Of course, this was when the one in the treehouse was asleep.

Most of the time, Qianling honestly cleans and cooks in the tree house, serving patients comfortably and thoughtfully like a qualified old mother.

Lan Yue was in a state of sleep and rest all day, except for three meals and medicine. Occasionally, when I came to my senses, I listened quietly to her about some interesting things in the forest, and responded from time to time.

In rainy or snowy weather, Qianling sits at a small log table next to the bed and knits wool.

Chirp lay on the edge of her chair, curled up in a ball and snoring.

Sometimes when she was tired after weaving for a long time, she would twist her neck and shake her arms, walk around the treehouse, or squat on the side of the bed to quietly admire the beautiful sleeping face of the young man reflected in the snow outside the window.

I suddenly felt that even if I lived like this forever......

It's also good.

For Yu Ci, Qianling adheres to the spirit of the stupid bird flying first, and practices repeatedly every day when there is nothing to do.

As for the only gray rune stone that led to the treehouse, she left it in the treehouse for safety reasons, and also out of the idea of practicing and challenging herself.

Every day, I take off and fly up and down on the back of Xiao Jiu, and every time I try to condense Yu Ci to pass the enchantment, I was very tired and hard at first, and I was often sleepy at night, and I couldn't get up in the morning......

But time has proven that dripping water can pierce stones.

Over time, whether it was the Holy Light or the four-leaf clover, she became much more proficient, and she was able to come and go in the enchantment of the treehouse with ease and freedom.

It's just that sometimes, when she sits alone on a snow-covered hillside and practices the Light, she misses and misses someone very much.

A man who had been by her side in the early winter, teaching her to condense the Holy Light and Feathers, as humorous and warm as a father.

The uncle is gone.

She hadn't seen him since that one meeting on the hillside.

During that time, she was busy taking care of Xiaoyue, and later remembered that her uncle was coming, so she ran to the forest cave alone to find him.

Quilts, blankets, pots and pans, and all sorts of everyday items she brought from the valley floor......

It's all in its original place.

It's just that the change of clothes is gone, and the people are gone.

She rummaged anxiously in the cave for a long time, until she found a note with "Thank you" pressed against the stones on the side of the cave wall......

It was only then that she realized in a trance,

Uncle is really gone.

It was too much to not even say hello and left alone.

She often sat in a daze on the hillside where she used to bask in the sun with her uncle, watching the four-leaf clover on her fingertips dance in the cold wind, and sometimes she would think that maybe her uncle would just go out for a walk, and when would he come out mischievously to play tricks on her, just like every time before......

But it turns out that

He never came again.

It hurts to miss it.

It's like standing on the snow outside the house, by the old wall of the rose garden, and between the lily of the valley in the valley of the Yinfeng River.

Remembering those who passed by.

Qianling wiped her eyes and ran down the hill and never went again.

There is no feast in the world.

She vowed never to miss anyone again.

It hurts, it hurts...... It's the pain and suffering she's had enough.

When I returned to the treehouse, the golden sunlight was shining obliquely on the window.

The white yarn is flying, hazy and misty.

He slept in the golden haze, his breathing was shallow, his beautiful and fair face was as pure as a deer in the woods, and his long, curly eyelashes were almost transparent.

"Satsuki ......"

She slowly squatted down at the head of the bed, her eyes red, and she reached out to hold a strand of black hair menacingly:

"You are not allowed to ...... It's gone all of a sudden. ”

The wind blows the curtains.

The black hair on his forehead swayed in the wind, scattered around the thin eyelashes of the young man's low hanging, revealing a bit of laziness in the looseness.

He slept soundly, his eyelashes drooping, his eyebrows relaxed, and his delicate and beautiful sleeping face danced with golden sunlight...... Like a forest spirit sleeping in honey.

She lay on the head of the bed and looked at him, shaking a bundle of black hair in her hand.

Suddenly, something flickered between the pillows.

Catch her eye.

Qianling was stunned for a moment, slowly let go of her hand, and opened her eyes wide.

Ah, right......

I've always cared about ......

She leaned down slowly and leaned over his head......

The sun is slightly cloudy, and the suppleness spreads out in the black hair with a light gold edge.

Her eyes widened, she held her breath, and she got closer-

A pair of tiny horns.

Black, pointy, hidden in the black hair on top of the boy's head, revealing only a small truncated tip.

Because it is the same color as her hair and is on the top of her head, she can't usually jump up with her height.

At this moment, the pair of small horns slept in the young man's soft black hair, and the white gauze flying from the window cut the light and shadow, and it was bathed in golden sunlight, crystal clear, and shimmering.

It is like a deep-sea pearl that emerges from the sand after the tide recedes......

Mysterious and precious.

Qianling lay on the head of the bed, her eyes wide, and her face was slightly flushed with curiosity and excitement.

Fingers tentatively touched it.

first poked the tip of the horn boldly,

Then the fingertips are stroked down the smooth horns......

At last...... Hold the whole thing in the palm of your hand.

It's so cute!

She leaned next to his head, her amber eyes almost fluttering with a peach, and she was reluctant to let go of his horns.

Small, pointy, and super nice to the touch! Cool and smooth like jade!

It's really the same as what A-Jing said......

It's the same as the vague touch she remembered before, it seems that she really touched his horn without knowing it at the welcome ceremony before......

Qianling grinned thoughtfully, but didn't mind.

Continue to lie on his pillow, taking turns playing with his horns with both hands, touching the right one, touching the left one, poking the tip of the horn, and stroking the horn body......

The frustration and sadness have been swept away at some point, leaving only a smirk on his face, like a cat attracted by catnip, which can't escape or run away.

"Uh-huh......"

White yarn flutters.

The sound of sleepy muttering suddenly came from the pillow.

His long hair spread out on the bed, and he slept there, slightly sideways, his beautiful fair face faint from the hazy sun.

The low-hanging eyelashes are thin and long, fluttering gently, slowly lifting like fluttering butterfly wings......

Revealing clear and beautiful rose-red eyes.

In the bright winter sunshine, the figure at the head of the bed is outlined.

He slept there, blinking, as if sensing something, and the drowsiness suddenly dissipated...... The whole person froze.

Qianling was still lying on the pillow like a thief, unceremoniously clasping her hands together, holding one of his horns in one hand, her face flushed with a suspicious flush......

Feeling a gaze, she was stunned for a moment, and slowly lowered her head-