Winter rain is different from spring rain, with warm poetic fluttering and sprinkling of the moist earth, and different from summer rain, with wind and lightning ruthlessly washing the earth, but also different from autumn rain, with a faint autumn cover of the earth, winter rain is, with cold bursts of blowing the earth, like a cold sword brush the skin, constantly into the soul, even if the rain outside is not cold, but deep in the soul, this winter rain is really cold. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At night, Lin Dongtian held an ink umbrella and walked on the way home, after going to worship Uncle Ato, Lin Dongtian and Xiao Qi whispered in the room, nothing more than Xiao Qi saying that Lin Dongtian was listening, maybe it was too long for the sake of it, Xiao Qi said it was a noon, and Lin Dongtian, who was still healing from his scars, happened to take advantage of this to secretly breathe.

After talking to Xiaoqi, Lin Dongtian returned to the living room, and saw Uncle Ato's talking with Tian Ying, seeing Lin Dongtian's pale face, Tian Ying's eyes looked at it with doubt.

"Miss Tian, you're here." Lin Dongtian smiled, and then said again

"Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year!" Unexpectedly, Lin Dongtian would say so politely, Tian Ying was stunned and said immediately.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Ato, Xiao Qi pulled me and won't let go."

"Hehe, it's okay, this kid often chatters about you, and it's hard to see you, he's happy today."

"Where's Xiaosha?" Lin Dongtian saw that there were only two of them in the living room, so he asked, when he first came in, he only greeted Xiao Sha and was pulled into his room by Xiao Qi, so that he could get out.

"She went inside and played. By the way, Brother Lin, your face looks pale, it's okay. Uncle Ato, who also saw Lin Dongtian's face, asked with concern.

"Oh, it's okay, I was too tired from participating in a street show last night, and I froze at night, but now it's much better." Lin Dongtian said casually without thinking about it.

"Then sit down and drink a cup of spiritual tea." Uncle Atoto said.

"Spirit tea?"

"It's Tian Yatou who honors her husband." Uncle Ato's face was full of happiness as he said with a smile.

"Thank you!" Lin Dongtian said to Tian Ying.

Hearing this, Tian Ying didn't speak, staring at Lin Dongtian intently, Lin Dongtian was not polite, he sat down and poured tea and drank it, only to find out at the entrance that it was indeed cultivated with aura, and the entrance suddenly felt that his mouth was full of relish, and a burst of aura went down his throat and straight into his chest, and Lin Dongtian, who was still weak, suddenly felt less comfortable, and his pale face looked warmer.

"Miss Tian, where can I find this tea?" He looked at Tian Ying and asked. At this time, Lin Dongtian found that after a while, Tian Ying's face was more and more beautiful, her eyes were smart, her skin was better than snow, and she was wearing a white dress with transparent blue silk today. Lin Dongtian, who was lukewarm to her, couldn't help but be in a trance at this moment.

When did this girl become so beautiful? Lin Dongtian thought secretly.

Tian Ying naturally noticed Lin Dongtian's eyes, but she didn't have any displeasure when she had a cold appearance, she just replied coldly:

"What is planted in the nunnery, I will bring it to Uncle Ato."

A few words, but a little bit of information was revealed, Lin Dongtian sighed in his heart.

The three of them continued to chat, more often Uncle Ato's and Lin Dongtian were chatting, and Tian Ying sat quietly on the sidelines.

As time slowly faded, Shang Jun Shangyu also returned to Chaoshang to pay New Year's greetings to his parents.

As night fell, Xiao Qi Xiaosha and Shang Ming's youngest daughter, Shang Wei, shouted about setting off fireworks on a rainy day.

Brilliant fireworks burst into the night sky, reflecting on everyone's faces and looking at everything in the night sky with a smile.

Since the evening, this winter rain has not stopped, but has become heavier and colder.

After eating, Lin Dongtian said goodbye to Uncle Ato's and the others and returned home.

Lin Dongtian held an ink umbrella and walked on the street, at this time the street was almost empty, and there were only a few people in the huge street holding umbrellas and hurrying towards the destination.

An ink umbrella, a figure, dim red lanterns on both sides, Lin Dongtian stepped on the confetti of fireworks and firecrackers that were wet with rain, the wind blew through, and the chill invaded his body, Lin Dongtian shrunk his collar and walked towards the house at a faster pace.

"Jingle bell ......" A crisp and pleasant bell suddenly rang, the sound was not loud, but it made the cold street a little more lively. Lin Dongtian raised the umbrella, the voice came from the front, and through the darkness in front of him, Lin Dongtian couldn't see clearly.

"Jingle Bell ......"

"Jingle Bell ......"

Bursts of melodious bells rang in the rainy night.

With the sound of the rain, the silent streets, the lanterns swaying in the wind, the flames flickering, are so lonely and cold, but they are just as quiet.

Quiet, a kind of spiritual quiet, despite the cold, despite the lonely shadow, because of this, it seems quiet.

Lin Dongtian, who was in a hurry, suddenly stopped, a cold like ice water poured down from head to toe, the winter rain hit the ink cloth finely, forming crystal clear beads rolling down from above, landing on the ground, splashing small flowers, Lin Dongtian's eyes suddenly became brighter, looking at the front of the bell to get along, step on his heels.

"Jingle Bell ......"

"Jingle Bell ......"

The crisp and melodious bell continued to ring, with a magical sound, ringing in the night sky.

Lin Dongtian's eyes became brighter and brighter, but his mind became more quiet and calm. The previous impatience and restlessness had long since disappeared, his consciousness was cold and quiet, his breathing became steady, and his pace walked rhythmically with the ringing of the bell.

"Jingle Bell ......"

"Jingle Bell ......"

At this time, Lin Dongtian seemed to have entered an empty place with his body and mind, everything in the outside world was completely eliminated by himself, and there was nothing else in his mind except for the rhythm of the bell, and the whole person was immersed in his own divine consciousness world, his eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and if anyone saw it, it would shine like stars under the clear night sky in the night.

In fact, at this moment, Lin Dongtian has entered the silence of Buddhism, cutting off communication with the outside world, but his divine consciousness is constantly cultivating or condensing, in his divine consciousness, there are only bursts of bells of magic rhythm, but now Lin Dongtian does not know at all, his divine consciousness and behavior are completely uncontrolled, only subconsciously follow the bell to move forward, like a puppeteer, although his eyes are so bright, it is so obvious in this night.

"Jingle Bell ......"

I don't know how long it took, maybe this winter rain was really cold, so that on the first day of the new year, I had to stay at home and share the family. Perhaps the bell was too melodious, and it rang over the streets at night, until it finally disturbed the maid of an unknown house, or the maid of that house was about to open the door and pour water when she heard the bell. She stood in front of the threshold and listened, thinking that this bell was really good, much better than the suona drumming sound on the stage, and she really wanted to listen to it all the time, but she suddenly thought that if she poured water for too long and didn't go back, the vicious old man would scold herself again, so she shook her head, dispelled the bell in her mind, and as usual, raised her hand to sprinkle the footwashing water out, like an arc mirror flying through the air, falling towards the ground, and splashing the fireworks and firecrackers on the ground together. Then she saw a pair of white and flawless dresses falling a little bit of red confetti, like a cold winter plum blooming, so conspicuous in this night, and then she saw a woman.

A very, very, very beautiful woman, this is what the maid could describe the woman she saw, and in her poor vocabulary she could not describe this woman except what she had experienced that night. In this rainy winter night, when she saw such a woman, she was not afraid, or she forgot to be afraid.

She stared at the woman in the white dress like this, the woman did not have an umbrella, her whole body was wet, her hair was drooping on her chest, her face was a faint red under the reflection of the lantern, her eyes were very bright, brighter than the lanterns her master bought, her face had a faint smile, she stood in front of her, looking at herself with interest. Ren Dongyu fell on her.

A gust of wind blew, and the lanterns under the eaves swayed together, and the maid suddenly felt cold, looked at the woman in the rain, and thought: I stand in front of the door, I feel cold, you don't have an umbrella in the rain, isn't it cold? Aren't you afraid of freezing your body and sinning? So she opened her mouth and said with a hint of hesitation and worry:

"Come in and take shelter from the rain."

The woman in the rain smiled when she heard this, her smile was like this cold night, a lily bloomed, the maid was stunned, her mind was blank for a moment, a gust of wind blew for a long time, she suddenly woke up, and then fixed her eyes, in front of the empty door, only the thin winter rain fell silently, everything just now, as if in a dream.

Lin Dongtian stood in the rain with an umbrella, looking at his hands incredibly, at this moment, the injury was almost better, in his last impression, he heard a pleasant ringtone as he walked, and his anxious and manic heart slowly calmed down, and then he no longer remembered what happened, and when he heard a similar sound of someone splashing or pouring water, he woke up, when he woke up, Lin Dongtian suddenly found that he was almost in front of the house, as long as he turned a corner, more important things, Lin Dongtian found that his injury was somehow good, and he no longer felt cold, on the contrary, his whole body was warm.

The bell had disappeared, and Lin Dongtian was scared in his heart, but he found that his body was the same, so he was a little relieved, so he turned a corner, and the Taixue Mansion was in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, a white shadow came into view, a white flawless skirt, a pair of flawless ankles, bare, bare feet, for some reason, stained with confetti of fireworks and firecrackers, like plum blossoms in the painting, bright and beautiful.

As if sensing someone approaching, the white shadow smiled back, and then flew into the air, disappearing into the dark night sky in an instant, and at the same time a pleasant bell rang:

"Jingle Bell ......"

Lin Dongtian is drunk!

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