Ling Xuanluo was sent by the Thousand-Winged Ice and Snow Beast to a northern village called Shimo Village, where Xi Mutong had been living all along. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Two enthusiastic women answered his questions, told him how to find the lady Song Lian, and showed him the way, and he went on and over to the golden wheat fields south of the village.

The wheat fields were as the women had said, so vast and boundless, he had to search everywhere, but he was afraid that he would not have enough time for a day, so he narrowed down and searched only for farmhouses at the edge of the fields.

The peasants, who lived mostly in the village, saw a wooden hut with a thatched roof, standing alone on the side of the road, and he hurried to it in three steps and two steps.

The hut was only one floor, and the yard was randomly fenced off, and there was no wheat pile or any grain to dry in it. The wheat field in front of the house stretches, and as far as the eye can see, you can see the beautiful gold.

He wanted to pat the fence door to see if there was anyone in the house, but before he could speak, he was so shocked that not far away, there was a touch of whiteness that jumped into his eyes, it was a woman in white, with a thin back, standing quietly on the edge of the field.

There is no need to get closer, Ling Xuanluo can also see clearly, the white skirt on her body is sewn with coarse cloth, when the summer breeze blows, the skirt flutters and rises and falls with the wheat waves, looking at it from a distance, everyone will sigh, it is a beautiful autumn picture of beauty under the painter's pen.

"Even if you are wearing a cloth shirt, your back is so beautiful and spotless. Such a woman, apart from my aunt and grandmother, who else can there be in the world? Song Liannu, what is the meaning of her giving herself such an ordinary name?"

The picture in front of me is so beautiful, and my appearance may be a destruction of it. He couldn't bear it, and his hurried pace slowed down, and he just wanted to hide this picture in his memory first, so that he could take it out and enjoy it from time to time in the years to come.

He walked lightly, for fear of disturbing his aunt's peace, and finally walked behind her, and with all his strength, he had the courage to call out, "Aunt Shizu......"

The woman's shoulders trembled, but she did not turn around, nor did she answer.

He kept telling himself not to cry when he saw Xi Mutong again.

As a strong man, he must show his aunt a strong side, even if he can't love himself, he must remain calm and smiling. But as soon as I saw her, the advice was still thrown out of the clouds.

He struggled to move to her, almost grinding against the ground. This time, the white Shengxue, indifferent face really appeared in front of him.

The face of the ancestor and aunt has not changed at all, even if it is tens of thousands of years later, he will still not forget it. But the first time he saw her, the strange sense of desolation completely occupied his heart, making him unable to bear it anymore and crying bitterly.

But she, as always, is calm, Bingyan can't see joy and anger, and her arrogant eyes have never diminished from thousands of years of loneliness. She stood silently like this, and Ling Xuanluo couldn't even feel her breath of a living person.

"Aunt Shizu......"

He had forgotten what else to say beyond those four words. When he was a child, it was Xi Mutong who stretched out his arms and hugged him into his arms, but now, he couldn't control it, stretched out his arms, hugged her tightly into his arms, and the tears of indisputability also hit the top of her black hair drop by drop.

Snow and tears covered the mountain, the only time in 500 years that she had cried. Seeing Ling Xuanluo, tears welled up in her heart, and she wanted to cry as recklessly as he did, but how could she seal this beautiful village in the ice and snow?

Her sorrow and excitement were no less than his, and she could not express them, so she was held by him calmly. He hugged her so tightly that she couldn't breathe, but she preferred to endure it, just greedy for enjoyment, and he used the crook of his arm to bring warmth to her ice body. This warmth comes from relatives, it is the family affection she has been longing for, after experiencing the life and death of the mountain, she can regain this family affection, although she has no regrets.

"Xuanluo, you came in. ”

After a long time, she opened her mouth, and a plain sentence, to Ling Xuanluo's ears, it was like hearing the most precious greeting in the world.