The sunset shone obliquely, and the golden red afterglow mixed with the snow falling in the sky filled the window of the treehouse. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Outline the silhouette of two embracing each other.

The boy sat in the white futon, gently holding the girl in front of the bed in his arms with both hands, his forehead against each other, and a slight smile on his pale and somewhat sickly cheeks.

The black hair was as clear as a waterfall, and strands were scattered between the snow-white futons, and the white skirt was brushed on.

The forehead is close to each other, and the temperature of the skin is slightly cool.

Qianling stared blankly at the person in front of her, blinking, and tears still hanging from her eyelashes.

This is...... Her most familiar face.

The frosty and snowy skin is as clear as the skin, the beautiful and delicate eyebrows and eye contours, and the long eyelashes that are almost touching her face, sometimes warm and sometimes indifferent......

From the delicate and lovely of a child to the stunning of a young man.

Familiar silhouettes, but never changed.

Moon.

A voice in my heart softly pronounced the name.

Lan Yue stared at her, and blinked a little blankly when she saw her looking at him stupidly, not surprised or annoyed at all after being deceived.

"Stupid, stupid Satsuki!"

After a while, Qianling seemed to react, her cheeks burned slightly, and she hurriedly broke free from his arms and slapped his head with a palm:

"You've learned to deceive!"

He was inexplicably slapped by her, slowly let go of his hand, and looked at her with a pair of clear eyes, revealing a bit of innocence in his dazed eyes:

"What I learned from you......"

Qianling blew her beard and glared: "You say it again?!"

“……”

He slowly lowered his eyelashes, honestly closed his mouth and stopped talking, and sat quietly in the futon.

The dusk was beautiful and the sky was covered with light snow.

Small swirling snowflakes floated in through the window and landed on the bed.

He sat in a snow-white futon, wearing only a thin white dress, which had faded from the solemn and dull black robe of the past, and looked no different from an ordinary boy next door.

The supple black hair is like a long waterfall from behind, hanging all the way to the white futon, and the thin figure is fainted in the golden red light of the setting sun, revealing a little fragility in the thinness.

Suddenly, a pair of hands pulled the white futon around his waist, wrapped it layer by layer, and drowned it up to his shoulders.

He looked at the person in front of him, did not speak, and obediently let her wrap him tightly, only his head was exposed.

"Stupid Satsuki ......"

Qianling sighed, wrapped him tightly with the futon, and reached out to cut out his long hair wrapped in the futon, and gently put it on the futon:

"It's so hard to fight, it's clumsy to take care of yourself. ”

When you're hungry, you're hungry, when you're cold, you're freezing, you don't know how to eat, you don't know how to put on clothes, and you're stubborn and don't let others take care of you......

It's not reassuring at all.

Wrapped in a white futon, he looked at her crumpled bitter gourd face, and didn't speak.

"Slow down, slow down......"

Carefully helped him to lie back on the bed, and tucked the tightly wrapped futon, Qianling breathed a sigh of relief, and squatted down at the head of the bed like a puppy.

Lan Yue was lying in the futon, her soft black hair spread out between the white pillows, and she turned her face to look at her.

"Satsuki...... Be obedient in the future. ”

Qianling squatted at the head of the bed, like a puppy with both hands on the side of the bed, her amber eyes stared at him seriously, and there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, bitter and encouraging:

"Lan Feng is very busy, even if he breaks his heart for you, it is inevitable that there will be times and places that will be missed. You have to take care of yourself, don't lose your temper with the maid, and don't be stubborn with the doctor......"

"There may be some things that you are not used to and don't like, but everyone is for your good, for your sake, try to accept and understand, okay?"

He lowered his eyelashes slowly, but did not speak.

"...... later"

Qianling lowered her head, sniffled, her voice was vaguely strange, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she looked up and showed him a smile:

"In the future, even if no one nags in your ear annoyingly, remember these and take good care of yourself, then I will ......"

I don't have any regrets.

"It's the middle of winter. A clear voice interrupted her.

He slowly raised his eyelashes and looked at her, his thin lips pursed slightly, and his voice was hoarse:

"Where can you go?"

Qianling was stunned, the stiff smile on the corner of her mouth dissipated silently, and she slowly looked away and didn't dare to look directly into his eyes:

"I, I know, I won't be stupid enough to run on such a cold day...... I'm just going to come to see you, and then I'll go back to the bottom and stay there, not going out every day, and I'll be lazy until spring......"

"You can't fool me. The voice was soft, but it seemed to pass through the soul.

He lay on the pillow and looked at her sideways, his eyes revealing a trace of imperceptible sadness and fragility:

"Do you want to go now?"

It had always been clear that she would not be willing to stay here for the rest of her life.

It has always been clear that there is no other than parting between us.

But why does it have to be now?

I just forgave you, I just decided to deal with you, I decided to listen to you and heal my wounds...... Is it because I have been forgiven that I want to go away with peace of mind?

Aren't you the best at coaxing me and lying to me...... Why is this lie so lame and vulnerable?

Qianling squatted at the head of the bed, looking at his eyes, her heart suddenly trembled.

The pain of the convulsions, one after the other...... Grief and pity.

"Satsuki, you prepare...... The doctor came to change the dressing immediately. ”

She stood up with her head down, turned and walked towards the door of the treehouse, not daring to look at him again.

"No need. A cold voice came from behind him.

She stopped, slowly turning her head.

The black hair spread softly among the white pillows, and the sunset was dimly glowing.

He lay in the hazy light, closed his eyes and did not look at her, his side face gilded with a golden red light,

"I don't need to. ”

Qianling stood in the treehouse, staring at him without blinking.

After a while, the corners of his mouth squeezed out a smile, and he gritted his teeth:

"Can I ask...... Why?"

Don't need it?

Don't need ......?!

She just said that it was all in vain?!Didn't hear a word?!

"No, you can't. "A categorical voice.

He looked at the small silver bell hanging from the window, and his frozen face did not fluctuate in the slightest:

"If you want to leave, it has nothing to do with my demon clan. What does my business have to do with you?"

“……”

Qianling stood there with the package on her back, staring at him dumbfounded.

Sure enough, it's a brother......

Turning faces one by one is faster than turning a book.

"Satsuki ......"

Qianling paused for a long time, but still leaned back to the head of the bed flatteringly, put her hands on the bed, smiled all over her face, and almost wagged her tail:

"It's negotiable......"

"Get out. ”

The long black hair was scattered on the white bed, and he was wrapped by her into a white and chubby silkworm, and he didn't look at her without looking away.

Qianling leaned at the head of the bed and reached out to pull his hair:

"Xiao Yue, you are a model of the demon clan, this kind of behavior of playing tricks will have a bad impact if you let the clansmen know......"

“……”

"Xiaoyue, I just told you so much, is it okay to listen to it more or less? It's just a change of medicine, and it doesn't hurt, and the doctor treats the disease, and he won't look at you, even if he does, it doesn't matter, don't be shy all the time......"

His voice was filled with a helpless sigh, and one hand tirelessly pulled his hair and shook it around. (To be continued.) )