When I left, the trees on the official road in Yuzhou were lush and green, and everything was full of beautiful greenery.

When I returned at this time, it was already a boundless falling wood.

The black clouds are overpowering, everything is withering, the cold wind is raging, and everything in heaven and earth exudes a kind of ill will, forcing the two figures, one black and one red, to move forward.

Bai Chenghuan, who was galloping on his horse, only felt that the north wind was cutting his face like a knife, but he didn't dare to pause for a moment.

As soon as they entered the border of Yuzhou, they abandoned the carriage and hurried in the cold wind.

But I don't know why, such a gloomy and overwhelming weather made her sincerely have a bad premonition.

Bai Chenghuan raised his horsewhip and whipped it in the air, and rode the horse again: "Quick!"

The horse didn't feel any pain, but when it heard the familiar whip, its hooves galloped even harder!

The crisp sound of whipping made Xiao Shaotang, who was in front of her, turn around, the wind swept up his hood, and he shouted at Bai Chenghuan:

"It's too windy, you stop, wait for the carriage to come and go back and forth!"

Even though there are layers of big coats and hoods, Xiao Shaotang can still see the bruises on Bai Chenghuan's face that are frozen out - the bruises that can't even be covered by the oil paint of the disguise make him feel distressed from the bottom of his heart - she obviously doesn't have to come, she can stay in the capital, but she can understand his desire to bring his wife back to see the old lady, and take into account his selfishness to endure the bumpy trek along the way.

Bai Chenghuan rode up, with a familiar smile on his face under the hood, and a clear shout with relief and irrefutable resoluteness:

"It's okay, let's keep walking!"

Xiao Shaotang was stunned, and Bai Chenghuan's horse rushed to the front, passing him in the direction of going home.

Xiao Shaotang's eyes were slightly hot, and he no longer hesitated, and chased after him with a whip.

When the official road of Yuzhou was trampled by the horse's hooves for miles and miles, and the black clouds completely covered the sky, they finally saw the east gate of Hongnong County from afar, and breathed a sigh of relief in the sound of the horse's hooves.

"Huanhuan, we're here!"

Xiao Shaotang slowed down the speed of the horse slightly, the hood on the big hat was blown off by the wind and hung down behind him, and there was actually a trembling timidity in his heart - obviously running all the way, just wanting to return early, but at this time, he couldn't help but feel timid.

Where he lived for seventeen years, when he returned, he didn't even dare to show his true face.

Bai Chenghuan also saw the familiar and unfamiliar county town under the pressure of dark clouds, and sighed slightly in his heart, this can be regarded as going home, right?

The whistling north wind swept past her ears at the tips of her hair, and the cold air struck suddenly, Bai Chenghuan suddenly felt a chill on the tip of her nose, she looked up at the dark sky, stretched out her hand, and a white and cold flower fell on her palm that was red by the horse's reins, and instantly turned into a puddle of water.

"Xiao Shaotang, it's snowing......"

Vast expanses of snowflakes were blown down from the sky by the cold wind, drifting to the boundless wilderness land, and in an instant they were white, wrapping the mountains of the earth little by little, and gently burying all the sufferings of this world.

The swirling snowflakes enveloped the two like starlight in the dark night, like a grand welcome, but it was so fleeting, and the fragility that could not be left in the palm of the palm was like a desperate parting.

In the wilderness, the woman whispered like a dream, with a sudden joy: "Xiao Shaotang, it's snowing! It's over, it's finally over...... Everything will be fine next year, right?"

After half a year of drought in Great Qi, Heaven has finally ended this punishment of mortal beings!

The falling snowflakes mean the end of the drought, the hope for the coming year, and the beginning of everything!

Xiao Shaotang looked back, the woman's eyebrows and eyes under the red curtain were ordinary, but they were as white as snow, and her eyes flashed with joy.

"Yes, it will get better. Xiao Shaotang answered her categorically, and his eyes also shone with the brilliance of the former Yuzhou boy Lang Lang: "When we saw the grandfather, we told him that it was snowing, and he would be very happy!"

That thin old man, who has been resolute all his life, is also like this woman who rejoices in a snowfall, with kindness to all things in the world in his heart, even if he can't come out to see this snow in person, he will definitely be happy for the salvation of the common people!

The two of them only stopped for a moment for this belated snowfall, and then galloped forward on the gradually blank road.

When the sound of horses' hooves stepped on the bluestone pavement that gradually began to freeze on the streets of Hongnong County, Bai Chenghuan found that in such a cold weather, the streets were crowded with people - could everyone be so happy about this snow?

A noisy voice passed by the two of them, and the people who had survived such a chaotic world did not look back at the two strangers who suddenly appeared, and they both rushed in one direction.

Xiao Shaotang stared at the end of the crowd, where stood the door of his former home!

His gaze swept over the surging crowd and fell on the high gatehouse of the He family, and when his gaze touched the fluttering white of the gatehouse, it froze in an instant, and it was unbelievable but could not stop the despair that followed:

"What's that? What's that!"

Bai Chenghuan also saw the long white cloth dancing in the wind and snow - that is the custom of Yuzhou, when an elderly person dies, a white cloth is added to the door to express mourning!

As if there was a mountain pressing down on the top, immediately the black figure shook, and a mournful roar came out from the depths of the chest:

"Master!"

Is it too late after all? Day and night, thousands of miles of trekking, is it late after all?!

Bai Chenghuan quickly fished back the person who almost fell off the horse, and suddenly there was a feeling of being torn apart in his heart - when he came to this point, could he finally empathize with him?

The two horses that were close together snorted and kicked the slowly freezing snow beneath their feet, and after a moment she whispered in his ear but firmly:

"Xiao Shaotang, follow me!"

Then she let go of his hand, untied the big red on her body, and her backhand revealed the white lining inside, dancing at her side, and with her shouts struggling to carve a way in the crowd:

"Get out of the way!

The raging wind and snow could not hide the hot tears rushing down his face, and in an instant they turned into ice, and his bright eyes were completely darkened, but he was suddenly awakened by this shout, and with a flick of his whip, the horse stepped on the ice and snow, broke through the heavy night, and galloped away after the thin figure in a silver-white riding suit!

On the main hall of the He family's inner house, the second master He knelt in front of his father's spirit and hit his head with a clattering sound, crying in a sad voice:

"I hurt my father, I killed my father!"

Master He endured his grief and just arranged things one by one, and as soon as he stepped into the door, he saw his brother's appearance, and immediately became angry, raised his foot and kicked it:

"Don't cry anymore! The mourners are about to come to the door, are you acting like this to let people get to the bottom of it, so that your father will not be blinded?!"