As far as the north is concerned, the meaning of winter is cold, dry, depressed, long, lonely, and there is a deep waiting and concealment.

If the only interesting thing is that it snows, and it can be sublimated deeper into elegance in the snow, that is, treading the snow to find plums.

Since Tan Zhimeng came back, she first hid from anyone and ignored anyone, and then she simply lived in Lingyun Temple in the northern suburbs of Beiping.

The host couldn't say anything because of Tan Zhimeng's identity, so he had to turn a blind eye, and the other monks and believers also wondered, this is really to meditate and cultivate, and I feel that Lingyun Temple must be demolished and rebuilt to be worthy of her identity as Miss Tan.

Tan Jiadong was exhausted by Jiang Xiaoquan's command, as long as he saw Tan Zhimeng alive and sound, he could put his heart in his stomach. As for what she wants to do, let her go first, as long as her life is worry-free, it is a great blessing.

Last night's heavy snowfall followed by today's light snow, the mountains are already even colder than the city, and the snow is so cold that people can't solve it by rubbing their hands and stomping their feet.

The servant maid brought Tan Zhimeng three charcoal basins before warming the house.

In fact, not to mention that outsiders slander Tan Zhimeng, even the people around her say that she is hypocritical behind her back, and she has nothing to do to run here to pretend to be a master of the world!

The good Tan Mansion, the house of the high-ranking family does not live, so he has to come here to suffer. I was watching this eldest lady, and I didn't see her listening to the Dharma with the morning bell and dusk drums, listening to the lectures, just eating vegetarian meals three times a day, and then sitting in the room in a daze, looking at the photos one by one, or tears rippling, or sighing, I don't know what the interest of coming here is all the way.

I heard that the original price wanted to threaten her father to be a sister-in-law, but this time I really came, and I didn't recite Buddhism or participate in Zen...... It's not even a matter of leading the hair to practice, and you have to burden others.

"Ruizhu, go to my cloak. Tan Zhimeng spoke suddenly.

"Yes, Miss. Is it the thickest one? You want to go out? It's still snowing outside, and it's almost half a foot thick......" Ruizhu looked embarrassed, not knowing what kind of moth Tan Zhimeng came out of. But after all, he is the master, and he is a maid, even if he is reluctant, he still goes to the cabinet and turns out the shawl trench coat with mink and fox fur.

"I heard that there was a plum tree in the backyard a few days ago, and I didn't know if it had bloomed, so I wanted to go and see it. Tan Zhimeng got up, took the windbreaker and wrapped it around her body, and went to change into riding boots.

Ruizhu secretly sighed, knowing that nothing was good.

At this time, she really remembered to step on the snow and look for plums...... Even if she is elegant, she can also be sad and lamentable that in such weather, someone has to accompany her.

So Ruizhu also added the thick cotton coat outside, ready to go out with him.

"I'll do it myself, you don't have to follow. ”

"Huh? This ......"

"Don't follow!"

Ruizhu nodded, she didn't know whether she was happy or worried, and it was true that she didn't want to follow, but in case of this snowy day, if Tan Zhimeng fell and slipped, how could she explain it as a personal maid?

"I mean what I say, don't be afraid to take responsibility!" Tan Zhimeng said sharply, and finally calmed Ruizhu, and her original leisure and pleasure were almost ruined in the hands of this little girl.

She thinks of herself as high, and she has always had a good face for her subordinates, and she always feels that she has some foreign ink in her stomach, and she is from a scholarly family, and she can dance and write ink, and her worth is inexplicably superior.

There is such a thing as treading snow and looking for plums, and having a maid to follow is really destroying the artistic conception, where do vulgar people know what elegance is.

The kind of realm in her heart is even more incomprehensible to ordinary people, lonely and self-appreciative, and now she can talk about these four words.

Along the way, she walked carefully, the path made of bluestone spliced with a thin layer of ice, quite dangerous, fortunately the snow is still thick, stepping on it creaks, the friction is strong, and she is not afraid of falling, even if it falls so thick snow, it will not hurt, it is just that it looks bad. Thinking about it, my heart is happy, and my natural mood is very good, even if I can't take a step in the snow, my body is also relaxed.

A footprint, a pit.

One step at a time......

"Heh......" she sighed, rubbed her palms, and finally found the plum tree after all the hard work, and the hard work paid off, and it happened that the plum tree was also blooming, but the flowers were pink and white, like snow that could not be dissolved.

A burst of fragrance came to the face, the plum fragrance condensed in the snow, the cold made people awe-inspiring, Tan Zhimeng looked up, the shallow white and the flawless white, one smart, one elegant, complementing each other, and suddenly remembered Lu Meipo's poem: "The plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the fragrance of plum." ”

But Tan Zhimeng doesn't think so, she only thinks that Mei Xue is corresponding, similar in color and the same in charm.

Only when the white plum and the white snow are matched can the world be clean and pure, pure and immaculate, and suddenly I only feel that I have also sublimated from an ordinary man to an extraordinary.

The scene in the painting, the people in the scene, is beautiful for a while.

The snow is flying, the white plum blossoms, independent in the snow, and the lonely shadow under the tree. There seems to be only that touch of red in this world that makes people feel real.

"What a coincidence. ”

A clear voice sounded behind her, Tan Zhimeng turned around and saw that it was An Chuchen.

At that moment, it seemed that both of them had stunned expressions, and what they were expecting was not each other.

What he was thinking about was Su Junge, and what she was thinking about was Qi Yu.

The only thing that is ridiculous is that these two people who are missed by others are far away in the United States, and you and I are all in the same place.

If it was Su Junge who was standing in the snow in a scarlet cloak and staring at Baimei at this moment, what would happen if the person who heard the greeting and looked back at him at this time was Qi Yu who was dressed in a black coat and had handsome eyebrows?

It's just a dream.

"Director An, what a coincidence. ”

Tan Zhimeng inadvertently twitched the corner of her mouth, obviously revealing her caution. In the face of An Chuchen's tastelessness, she was naturally full of disappointment.

"Yes, when the whole family came to the temple to pray, I stopped by to take a stroll, but I didn't expect to meet Miss Tan. ”

An Chuchen's words are not false, their An family is indeed the whole family, and they all came to Lingyun Temple, including An Duoyan.

It's just that whether it's a coincidence or not is really up for debate.

An Jia was killed on his own cargo ship because of Zhang Yanzhi, of course, it was troublesome, not to mention that his business had gone downhill, and even his usual partners had some scruples about their An family.

The Northeast Army was even more unrelenting, and had to give an explanation to the An family, Jiang Xiaoquan of course put the blame for this matter on the An family for the sake of his own decency.

As soon as An Jia heard that Tan Jiadong had entered the command of the new government, of course, he also had the intention to cling, as for the breakthrough of this clinging, after thinking about it, he felt that Tan Zhimeng was a good direction.

An Chuchen also helped her in Shanghai, although this friendship is shallow, it can't be regarded as friendship.

The reason for not being rude is clear, and the An family always has to remind Tan Zhimeng so that he can logically tie up with Tan Jiadong.

It's rare that An Chuchen is a person who is very good at chatting, and Tan Zhimeng's mood at this time is not only to look for plums in the snow, but also that she wants to find someone to confide in her lofty ideas, but Qu Gao and widow are depressed.

In a few words, they made a guide, and then talked about the topic while walking, and An Chuchen and Tan Zhimeng had already said with a smile.

Sure enough, Tan Zhimeng is now obsessed with her poetry writing, and she can have an in-depth discussion with a professor like An Chuchen, and then she feels that she has met a confidant.

The cold weather is frozen, the fine snow is flying, and the figure under the plum tree, dark gray and scarlet are matched with each other, which is pleasing to the eye.

Murong Xiu pointed at An Chuhong, saying that these two people are not playing?

An Chuhong nodded plausibly, but his words were indifferent, and he responded with four words - I hope so.

"I've been standing for a long time and I'm numb, Professor An should go sit with me, I still have a few poems I want to ask for. ”

"Okay, then bother. ”

The two of them walked all the way to the meditation room where Tan Zhimeng lived at the foot of the mountain in the front yard, and An Chuchen inadvertently saw a cave on the side of the road, which was naturally formed, but was equipped with a finger-thick iron rod outside, and there were two iron locks on the gate, one old and one new, and he immediately felt curious.

"What's that?"

"I don't know, I heard that it is the place where monks are punished for their mistakes. ”

An Chuchen listened to Tan Zhimeng's explanation, so he didn't have much to do, and followed her cautiously in the snow, but he always thought about the iron door, and only felt that it was too attractive to him.

I went back and told An Chuhong about the doubts in my heart, An Chuhong also thought about it, the two of them looked at each other, and An Chuhong took the lead: "It won't be the basement of the Su family......"