It was the wax moon, the sky was cold and frozen, coupled with the snowflakes flying all over the sky, the air between heaven and earth seemed to be frozen, and the cold air was to the bone. Xiaoqing is like a boy in many places, but she is as weak as a girl when she encounters the cold.

She wrapped herself tightly, revealing only a pair of road-looking glasses. In contrast, Xiaolong's body clearly reveals fearless heroism. He wore neither a hat nor gloves, and only a T-shirt and leather jacket on his upper body.

The cold snow fell on his head and face, and he ignored it. When they were warmed by the still warm body, they flowed down his cheeks and neck, and flowed into his bosom. They sliced across his body like blocks of ice, sending a chill through the cold.

"I don't know how to slap the snow when it falls on my body. Do you want to be a snowman?"

When Xiaolong and Xiaoqing arrived at the waiting hall, the train had not yet entered the station.

So they found two empty seats next to each other and sat down. In order to prevent outsiders from mistaking them for lovers, they both put their luggage in the middle of them. There were many people in the waiting hall, so Xiaoqing ripped off her scarf, took off the glove in her right hand, and played with her mobile phone. Maybe it's because of his thin clothes, but Xiaolong doesn't feel hot.

He looked around. It's also a way for him to pass the time in a noisy crowd. He would often stare intently. There must be something that attracts and makes him emotional, whether it is the cuteness of a child, or the beauty of a woman, you name it.

A woman's beauty touches a person's heart at any time, even if he is a dying old man. The same power as a woman's beauty is love. Seeing those lovers in the hall, who are hugging and hugging, Xiaolong's eyes will be fixed on them for a long time.

However, it was not joy that rippled in his heart, but desolation.

Xiaolong sat quietly in his seat, his head resting on the back of the chair, his eyes closed, like a sleepy traveler for a long time. He didn't look out the window. He knew she wasn't coming. The platform where he and she were reluctant to fall in love last year seems cold and lonely at the moment.

Time had passed, and he was now looking forward to leaving, leaving the city that had grieved him, returning home, to the haven where he could escape his sorrows.

Back home, the parents' smiles are still so kind and warm. The parents had already prepared food for the feast that welcomed them. My mother, who rarely cooked, also cooked. Xiaolong knew that her mother did this not only to welcome her children, but also to welcome her daughter-in-law. However, it was clear that the mother was about to be disappointed.

"Why didn't Tian Tian come with you?" asked Xiaolong's mother eagerly.

"She, if there is something at home, she can't come. She said she was allowed to visit you next time. Xiaoqing preemptively answered on her brother's behalf.

"Next time it's the Year of the Monkey?"

"Can a boiled duck fly away? You can rest assured that she is destined to be your daughter-in-law in this life. ”

"You girl, in your twenties, you can't tell the difference between good and bad words. How can you compare your sister-in-law to a boiled duck?"

"It's not rough. Sooner or later, she will be my sister-in-law. ”

After eating, Xiaolong went back to the house. Unable to sleep again, he sat up again and looked out the window. The white snow brightens the vast village, as if it were still in the daytime. He saw the two date trees again.

I don't know when the clothesline between the jujube trees broke. broken, like his love with hers. He thought of her again, and remembered her but did not make him happy, but saddened him. Sad, he remembered the sad words again:

Yu and Tang are guilty of themselves, and their prosperity is also vigorous;

The death of sinners is also sudden.

It was recorded in the "Zuo Chuan: The Eleventh Year of Zhuang Gong", which meant that the rise and fall of the dynasty was closely related to the merits and demerits of the emperor. Xiaolong is not a historian, and he also remembers historical events when he suffers from insomnia. The change of dynasties seems to have been accompanied by the collapse of love.

King Zhou You and Bao Xi, Emperor Tang Ming and Yang Guifei, their love may be shamed by righteous gentlemen, and they will even be criticized for the crime of "their lust, their flattery". But Pei Duofei, who wrote the famous sentence "Life is precious, love is more valuable", will definitely avenge their grievances.

He will also make this defense for them: Later, the reason why they lost the country may be only because they offended many people because of the selfishness of their love, but whose love is not selfish? They are not necessarily all lustful people, and there are many people who value love and righteousness, and they are obviously all masters who want beauty over the country.

Xiaolong was also thinking about another question, a question about himself. He likened the collapse of love to the loss of a dynasty. He racked his brains to wonder why his love was shattered, and who had he offended?

Yes, who did Xiaolong and Tian Tian's love offend?