In the early morning, the sun shines through the window into the cold-breezy room.

On this cold winter morning, the cold in the room has been driven away, and the bright sunlight fills the whole room with warmth.

On the big white bed, Leng Feng and Mo Ran hugged each other, and neither of them was wearing any clothes, so you can imagine what happened last night.

The first to wake up was the cold wind, and when he saw Mo Ran in his arms, his heart suddenly had mixed feelings.

The first time he did those things to Mo Ran, he was in a drunken state and didn't know anything. But last night he really experienced it, and he could clearly feel Mo Ran's feelings for him.

Mo Ran was still asleep, curled up in Leng Feng's arms, like a lazy kitten.

And her eyelashes moved from time to time, apparently dreaming. Judging by the smile on the corner of her mouth, it was clear that she was having a sweet dream.

The cold wind stayed on her beautiful face for a long time, and a trace of warmth flashed in her heart.

At least he is really no longer alone now, Mo Ran came to his side, and is willing to love him with all his heart.

Last night was the most restful night he had slept in half a year. He didn't wake up with the pain in his back, but slept until dawn.

He didn't know if he should thank Mo Ran for being by his side, sleeping with her last night, Leng Feng really felt very relieved.

Almost subconsciously, Leng Feng stretched out his hand to touch Mo Ran's face.

But when his hand reached into the air, it stopped, because he remembered the girl he had loved so much.

After a while, the cold wind gently pushed Mo Ran's hand away, and then lifted the quilt and left the warm quilt.

He got dressed, took a painkiller, and left the cabin lightly.

Today's temperature is not as cold as it should be in winter, and the bright sunshine shrouded the entire Kiriyama early in the morning, keeping the temperature of the entire Kiriyama above 20 degrees.

This is something that has never happened before, and you must know that the foggy mountains used to be like ice caves in winter.

But this year's temperature seems to be very abnormal, sometimes cold and sometimes warm.

Leng Feng came to Mu Shiyun's tombstone, then sat cross-legged on the grass, stretched out his hand to wipe the fog on the tombstone.

"It's been four years. The corners of Leng Feng's mouth outlined a wry smile, and he slowly lowered his arrogant head.

Because today is Mu Shiyun's death day.

It's been four years......

Four years ago, just after his birthday, Mu Shiyun died suddenly, causing the world of cold wind to collapse in an instant.

So in the later birthdays, he rarely showed any happy looks, and just spent it simply.

The cold wind began to retrace the past, and the bits and pieces of the past flashed quickly in his mind.

I don't know how long it took, Mo Ran walked out wearing a loose shirt and a pair of sports shorts.

She subconsciously looked at Leng Feng, then showed a smile, walked quickly behind him, and reached out to hug him from behind.

"Good morning. ”

Mo Ran said softly.

But Leng Feng didn't respond to her greeting, but remained silent.

Sensing that something was wrong with the cold wind, Mo Ran realized that his body was exuding a sad aura.

"What's wrong?" asked Mo Ran.

Her two openings finally made the cold wind slowly open her eyes.

"Today is the master's death day. Leng Feng wiped the corners of his eyes, sniffled, and said, "It's been four years." ”

yes, four years.

A year ago, Leng Feng came to Huaxia, and after tracing the past, he went on a mission, and later chose to stay here to find Zhang Yinghan.

Now a year later, everything is different.

"I'm sorry. Mo Ran hugged the cold wind hard and said softly: "I don't know ......"

"It's fine. Leng Feng smiled, turned his head to look at her, and said, "Why don't you sleep for a while?"

Thinking of what happened last night, Mo Ran's face turned slightly red, and he said a little shyly: "You're not here, I can't sleep." ”

Leng Feng pursed his lips, then stood up and stared at the cabin in front of him.

It's a great place for some people who like to be quiet.

Mo Ran walked up to him, clasped his palm, and fixed his eyes on the lonely tombstone.

I don't know why, she also has a feeling of sadness.

More than half a year ago, Mu Shiyun's soul brought her here and let her know where Leng Feng lived.

But then all she saw was images, and now she really feels the environment.

And today is Mu Shiyun's death day, and it is also the saddest day of the year.

But he was used to being sad for a long time, so he didn't show too much sadness.

Mo Ran clenched Leng Feng's palm and subconsciously scratched his palm.

Sensing Mo Ran's movements, Leng Feng was suddenly stunned in place, and his heartbeat became rapid.

Because of Zhang Yinghan, when I held hands with him, I liked to scratch his palms.

And now, Mo Ran actually did the same.

This made Leng Feng feel a little uncomfortable while being surprised.

He remembered his first love, the relationship that was sweet to the extreme, but also painful to the extreme.

"Where did you find this outfit? Leng Feng looked at the shirt and shorts Mo Ran was wearing, and asked subconsciously.

"It's in your closet. Mo Ran said with a little blush.

Leng Feng stared at the clothes on Mo Ran's body, and then showed a hint of a smile, and said, "This is what I wore when I was fifteen years old, and I would go for a run every morning at that time, and I wore this suit. ”

Mo Ran showed a hint of a smile, leaned his body against Leng Feng's body, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to wear such big clothes when you were fifteen years old, and I didn't wear them well." ”

"I was 1.7 meters old at that time. Leng Feng exhaled, and then said, "It's still early, if you're tired, go back and sleep for a while, and I'll prepare breakfast." ”

A warm breeze blew through the cold wind and Mo Ran's body, gently blowing the hair of both of them.

Mo Ran stretched out his hand and hugged Leng Feng's waist, and said softly: "I'm not tired, let me make breakfast, I've been working hard to learn cooking for the past six months, my cooking skills have improved a lot, I believe I won't let you down." ”

Her words made Leng Feng slightly stunned, and Leng Feng couldn't believe that Mo Ran actually learned to cook.

"Well, the ingredients are in the kitchen. "Leng Feng doesn't want to do anything today, he just wants to spend the day quietly.

The reason is very simple, today is Mu Shiyun's death day.

It's only seven o'clock in the morning, it's still early, the cold wind is still a little tired, and the most energetic is Mo Ran.

Leng Feng once again rested his gaze on the tombstone, and he sighed slowly, feeling a little sad in his heart.

"I just saw the picture on your cabinet. Mo Ran put his arm around him and said with some sadness: "It's beautiful, it's really beautiful." ”

"But I've lost all of that. The cold wind blinked, very slowly.

"No matter what happens, I'll be there for you. ”

After speaking, Mo Ran let go of the hand holding the cold wind, slowly squatted down, and reached out to wipe the fog on the tombstone like the cold wind did at the beginning.

Leng Feng looked at Mo Ran's actions, and a trace of warmth flashed in his heart.

At least, she really understands what she thinks in her heart, and she understands her sadness and all her suffering.

Leng Feng still doesn't have much affection for Mo Ran, but he has accepted the fact that he is with her.

"Aunt Mu. Mo Ran stared at the words on the tombstone and said softly: "I will take care of Leng Feng and accompany him forever." ”

Another breeze blew, blowing Mo Ran's long hair, as if Mu Shiyun was responding to her.

Leng Feng suddenly found that Mo Ran's hair was much longer than yesterday's, and it had reached the level of long hair.

As if sensing that Leng Feng was looking at his hair, Mo Ran reached out and grabbed his hair, then turned his head to look at Leng Feng and said, "Leng Feng, I know you like long hair." ”

"I won't cut my hair short again in the future, unless you ask for it. Mo Ran smiled at the cold wind.

Leng Feng pursed his lips, then nodded vigorously.

"And. Mo Ran's eyes rolled and said with a smile: "I want to dye my hair, what color do you say is good to change to?"

Hearing that Mo Ran wanted to dye his hair, Leng Feng subconsciously showed a smile, and then said, "Follow me." ”

With that, he walked towards the cabin.

Mo Ran hurriedly followed behind him, and a little joy flashed in his heart.

Leng Feng entered Mu Shiyun's room with Mo Ran, then opened the second floor of the cabinet and took a comb from inside.

"My master used to dye his hair with this comb. Leng Feng handed the comb to Mo Ran and continued: "You just need to think about the color you want in your heart, and then use it to comb your hair." ”

Mo Ran took the comb and said with some surprise: "It's amazing." ”

"My master is so magical, there is nothing she can't accomplish. "The pride on the face of the cold wind.

Mu Shiyun rarely dyed her hair before, but occasionally she would dye it, and she often smiled and asked Leng Feng if she wanted to come with her.

But Leng Feng doesn't like to dye his hair in other colors, so he never uses it.

"This hair dye is very thorough, it doesn't damage the hair, it never fades. Leng Feng added.

"I love this. Mo Ran held the comb tightly in the palm of his hand, for fear that it would suddenly disappear.

Leng Feng smiled and said casually: "If you like it, take it, I'll give it to you." ”

"Really?" Mo Ran's eyes widened, and his face was full of surprise.

"Well, these are all left by my master, and I think she will agree to it. Leng Feng smiled at Mo Ran, then turned around and walked to the door, with a hint of tiredness in his tone, and said, "I'll go to sleep for a while, you can do whatever you want, but don't mess with the things in my master's room." ”

With that, Leng Feng walked out of the room.

Mo Ran looked at his back, a charming smile on his face.