After several days of light snow, it finally stopped in the early morning. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The forest is shone in the warm winter sun, and the branches of the trees are dripping with snow.

Covered in light snow and held up on the branches of tall old trees, the tree houses stand out from the flock overlooking the snow-capped forest.

The golden morning light shines obliquely from the clouds, and the thin snow under the eaves melts and merges into a stream.

Qianling was busy in the kitchen, her simple white dress was embellished with white velvet animal hair, hanging down at her ankles, her skirt was outlined with tender green and small four-leaf clover, and a cartoon doll-like apron around her waist was lively and playful.

Brand new cutting boards, knives, crockery and ...... In a familiar place in the cupboard, so familiar that she could touch it with her eyes closed.

Qianling hummed a small tune in a good mood, peeled the eggs and put them in the bowl, took the hot milk, put them on the plate and held them in her hands, turned around and walked outside.

Everything is new and familiar.

It was like suddenly returning to her home in the Tianshui area of Ellen Is, and nothing had changed......

Satsuki is still Satsuki, and she's still her.

The morning sun is warm, shining on the windows, the snow melts and ticks softly, and the white curtains blow with the morning breeze.

Qianling walked lightly to the bed, gently put the dinner plate in her hand on the small wooden table next to the bed, and raised her eyes to look at the person on the bed.

The white yarn is flickering, and the light and shadow are hazy.

The boy slept there, his black hair scattered among the pillows, his delicate pale face bathed in golden sunlight, and his low-hanging eyelashes almost transparent.

She looked at his sleeping face, slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, and reached out to tuck his futon tighter.

"Satsuki, it's time for breakfast. A soft voice, coming from the sun, seemed to disturb him.

Qianling slowly reached out to his forehead, feeling that the temperature was normal, and retracted it with confidence.

The low-hanging black eyelashes trembled, like fluttering butterfly wings, and lifted gently.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the person beside the bed, his black hair scattered on his white cheeks, his clear eyes faded from the chaotic blood, clear red, like rose petals falling in a glass bottle, crystal clear in the sun.

Seeing him wake up, he looked at her with sleepy eyes, and his face was blank with a blank expression that he hadn't woken up......

Qianling couldn't help laughing:

"Let's have breakfast and then go to sleep, okay?"

Lan Yue lay there, blinking slowly, her sleepy eyes staring at the apron on her body, and then looking at her face, without saying anything or refusing.

If you don't speak, you should agree.

Anyway, he can only listen to her now.

Qianling looked at the frail young man on the bed, pondered how to start, paused, reached out to avoid the wound on his chest and helped him up through the futon, gently supported the back of his head with one hand, pulled the futon with the other, and carefully and slowly leaned him against the head of the bed.

The black hair was scattered between the pillows, Lan Yue was wrapped in a snow-white futon like a white and chubby silkworm baby, staring at the people around her with clear eyes, and obediently helped him up by her carefully and slowly leaned against the head of the bed.

"Xiaoyue, is it cold, do you want to put up some blankets and clothes?"

Fingers gently combed out his long black hair wrapped in the futon, Qianling tucked the quilt, wrapped him tightly without leaving a gap, sat at the head of the bed and looked at him carefully with a pair of eyes open, and frowned again.

No, I can't move if I cover it too tightly, and will the quilt hurt my chest like this?

Lan Yue leaned against the head of the bed, watched her come over again and take off the thick futon that wrapped him around his neck, tucked it around his waist, took a thick coat and draped it over his body, which was only wearing thin pajamas, as silent as ever, obediently fiddling with her.

It doesn't look cold anymore.

Qianling looked at him, smiled with satisfaction, stood up and took out the peeled egg from the small bowl at the head of the bed, blew it gently, and handed it to him.

“……”

He leaned against the head of the bed, looked at the boiled egg in her hand, and looked at her again, without saying or taking it.

"Eggs and milk are a must-have for a nutritious breakfast, no choice. ”

Ignoring those clear and innocent eyes, Qianling directly handed the egg to his mouth, and cut it out word by word:

"Open your mouth. ”

It's so hard to eat breakfast every day, people are grown up, but their picky eating habits are exactly the same as when they were children.

But to be exact, Satsuki at that time was not a "child", and he who had just been resurrected was actually just an adult with a child's baby face.

Lan Yue looked at her serious face, and the scene of her lifting the quilt and pounced on him a few days ago suddenly appeared in her mind......

As soon as his face burned, he obediently opened his mouth to bite the egg, his long hanging eyelashes trembled, and his cheeks were plated with a touch of embarrassment.

Qianling watched him honestly eat the eggs in one bite, breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on her lips.

Since the last time she lost her temper, Satsuki, a difficult guy, seems to have become much more obedient.

She glanced at his pale and delicate face, well-behaved and obedient...... A feeling of guilt suddenly rose in my heart.

This guy, was she scared that day......?

But she can't help it, who made him refuse to change the medicine, if she had been obedient earlier, she wouldn't have been desperate to rip off his clothes......

Qianling stuck out her tongue in her heart.

Long black hair hung down his chest, scattered along his shirt in the white bedding around his waist. He looked at her in a daze, and then slowly looked at the bowl of milk on the tray on the small wooden table, his expression was a little depressed, but he was still quiet and did not speak.

"Very good, very good today, keep up the good work!"

Qianling nodded and smiled at him with satisfaction, turned around and took the milk, stirred and blew it gently, sat down on the edge of the bed, scooped up a spoonful with a smile and handed it over:

"Ah, open your mouth!"

The morning light is misty.

The snow is ticking and singing softly under the eaves, and the window screens are blowing with the winter wind, and the light and shadow are ethereal.

The young man leaned against the window on the bed, wrapped in a snow-white futon around his waist, his long black hair scattered down his chest like a waterfall, and his thin black wings were gathered under the futon.

He looked at her, his eyelashes long and thin, casting a faint shadow under his clear rose-red eyes, and his delicate side face was faint in the golden sunlight, almost melting.

The familiar gentle eyes, helpless and tolerant, reluctant but not refusal, slowly lowered his eyelashes, and obediently opened his mouth to reach her spoon......

Qianling stared blankly at his face, which was very close in the morning light, something in his chest suddenly leaked, and the smile on the corner of his mouth froze.

The hand holding the spoon paused halfway and withdrew like an electric shock.

The milk spoon that reached her mouth suddenly disappeared, Lan Yue was stunned, raised her eyes to look at her, her open mouth slowly closed, and her clear eyes revealed a little confusion and asked:

"Ling ......?"

With chestnut hair hanging down her shoulders, Qianling sat at the head of the bed, lowered her head and didn't look at him, as if hesitating about something, holding the bowl in one hand and slowly putting the spoon back into the bowl with the other.

"That, Satsuki, ......"

After a while, she looked up at him, grabbed her hair, and smiled:

"Your wound is in the chest, drinking milk should be fine, I ...... The kitchen hasn't been cleaned up yet, so you, you can drink it yourself......"

She brought the milk with both hands and handed it to him, drooping her head and not looking at him.

The black hair fell down his white cheeks, he froze, looked at the steaming milk in front of him, and slowly raised his eyes, staring blankly at her face......

The heat is curling and the sweet smell of milk fills the window.

Suddenly there was silence.

One leaned against the head of the bed, and the other sat on the edge of the bed, but they were silent, as if separated by an invisible ravine.

Outside the window, the snow melts, ticking and singing softly.

Half a day.

The fair-skinned and slender hand slowly lifted and took the milk she handed over.

"Drink it while it's hot, I'll clean up the kitchen......"

Qianling quickly took the bowl and plate with eggs, lowered her head and didn't look at him, and hid in the kitchen as if she had fled.

He was left alone to sit by the window, staring blankly at the milk in his hand, the rising heat staining his eyelashes, and the smoke curling under his eyes.

I think it's ...... It seems to have gone back to the old days.

But it still seems to be ...... It's different. (To be continued.) )