I still remember that even the memories buried deep in my mind are mutilated and blurred, and even the sorrow and longing of that time are no longer real. However, only the burning faith is still blazing, never calmed down, it bloomed in his own heart, even today, it is still too beautiful flowers, shining in the heart, even on the day of the nightmare two years ago, it has not withered and withered.

I still remember that it was the day of the nine cold days. The day when one's fate is rewritten is also the day when oneself gets happiness, and it is the most beautiful day for oneself.

December 24, 985 in the solar calendar.

Far north, the city of the Falling Snow Emperor.

I vaguely remember that the situation on that day was the same as today, and it made people feel reassured. It's as clear as in the past, and it's a unique scene, but for some reason, you can experience a warm thing called tenderness from all the things of that day.

That morning, there was white frost and snow floating in the sky, and the pure and immaculate things were so clear and transparent, that it was the first time I experienced it, and it was called the real feeling of cleanness.

The snowflakes that fell all over the sky drove away this period of time that should have been too cold, but for some reason, I couldn't feel it even with a little cold wind today, maybe inadvertently, the fairy gods visited this place by chance.

Either way, it's a rare day of good weather.

Jiang Zixi thought so.

This uninhabited old house is dilapidated, but it provides shelter from the elements. Thanks to it, he has been able to survive to this day, and his memories of the past are too hazy, and he has no intention of thinking about how he has resisted until now.

The kind-hearted beggar who adopted him at the beginning finally died of illness a few days ago, and surprisingly, he did not feel sad, but relieved for him, because he could finally die.

This is the greatest luck in the world.

When I thought of the beggar who adopted me, I couldn't help but be happy for him, and I also said his favorite words.

"I'm going to heaven. ”

Sometimes I envy the old beggar, who does not have to repent in the cold wind at this moment, has also tried to think about whether to follow the beggar to the heaven he speaks of.

There will be no cold wind, rain and snow, no hunger and bitterness. It is a paradise full of happiness and love, and there will be no wild dogs barking at you, and your body will not be weak and uncomfortable.

I often wonder if the so-called heaven is the place where those who regularly give themselves food live.

There was a lot of wind and snow, and even the night was like day.

According to the beggar who died of illness, he is seven years old this year, he is an adult, he can be self-reliant, he does not have to beg, he can choose his own journey, and what he can do.

Today, I have been thinking that although I am thin, I can deal with wild dogs, I can still stone it, I can slap spiders and mice to death......

Relying on begging, he can completely eat and protect himself.

So, taking advantage of today's warmth, you can stroll around the streets, buy some of your favorite osmanthus sugar cakes, and think about the way out in the future.

After this year, I should be eight years old.

Today, squatting in the corner that I was familiar with early on, no one will bully a beggar, nor will I sympathize with a beggar, and no one will look at a beggar more.

"Thank you very much!"

This is a truth that I have long understood.

"Thank you very much!"

As long as you sit here for a while, today's food will be settled, and there will be spirit stones that you can hold on to for a long time, those shiny things, everyone likes them very much, but I hate these kind things very much. It was pure and pure antipathy.

"Thank you very much!"

Looking up at the sky, the field of vision is full of white sky, floating holy frost and snow, which is extremely uncommon, not accompanied by the biting cold wind, like a flying white elf, beautiful and dreamy.

The sound of footsteps in my ears is the soft sound of footsteps stepping on the frost and snow, and I like to hear this sound, because this sound makes me feel, called a warm feeling.

"You......... What are you looking at?"

It's very rare that someone accosted a beggar in a strange way, as if he were talking to an old friend, rather than to a beggar he didn't know.

Come back to your senses and face the comer.

It was a child much younger than himself, staring straight at him with eyes like summer stars. The child was dressed in a well-fitting white gown, looking very precious, without any dust and mud. The raw is also surprisingly handsome and handsome, and the fragrant aroma from the body is comparable to his favorite osmanthus sugar cake. I had never seen such a clean and pure person, and I didn't know how to answer for a while, so I just stared blankly at the child.

Huang Yekui stared at the girl who was squatting on the corner of the street, and saw that she was in a stupor, and her big eyes were only looking at herself, so she did not admit defeat and looked at her. The two looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes.

The girl sat in the corner, her clothes ragged and weak, her withered black hair devoid of any lust. Due to the cold, the face with blood scabs is particularly pitiful, and the blue and swollen feet are even more distressing. The old skin on the rough palm is peeling off, and the sour smell is coming to the nose.

Huang Yekui was the first to be defeated, not caring about the girl's downfall at all, and talking about it to herself.

"You're amazing!

The old god of the night flower asked.

"You're here...... What is there in the sky that fascinates you so much? ”

He frowned, knowing in his heart that he and the child were one day and one place, no matter how good the child in front of him was, but after all, the road was different, and each had its own future. So, I answered him like this.

"The frost and snow without the cold wind are so gentle, like a warm embrace. ”

Huang Yekui smiled, hugged the girl, did not shy away from her thin muddy clothes, and then said with her eyes closed.

"Yes...... Do you feel like that?"

The girl obviously did not expect such a change, and instantly panicked, not knowing how to answer.

So, Huang Yekui spoke again.

"My arms...... Did it ever make you feel a little warm?"

A certain string under the girl's heart was touched fiercely, her big eyes were full of mist, and even her snot flowed down without fighting, and the girl endured it and replied to him.

"Warm...... Extraordinary...... Warm. ”

Huang Yekui smiled, let go of the girl, stared at her little face that was forced to collapse the embankment, smiled even more, patted her little face, and gentle words flowed into the girl's heart.

Zixi ...... Do you want to live with me?"

The girl's eyes widened, her bony body trembled slightly, and she was frightened, her hands gently covered her lips, and the girl's tears welled up. But he still shook his head stubbornly, desperately refusing Huang Yehua.

Nightshade gently wiped the tears from the girl's face, pressed her forehead against her forehead, and repeated.

"Zixi, are you willing, in the future, will you depend on me for your life?"

The girl stopped trembling and tears blurred her eyes, but the girl closed her eyes tightly to prevent the tears from flowing again. The slurred refusal, the crying is heartbreaking.

"It's not Zixi, I, it's not, Zixi. ”

The girl said so.

Huang Yehua said carefully.

"You are called, Jiang Zixi. He is destined to be with me. ”

Zixi ...... It is a person who is destined to watch with me, sunrise and twilight, spring, summer, autumn and winter. ”

Zixi ...... From now on, you are my nightflower, the only ...... Warm the bed. ”

September 6, 1010 in the solar calendar.

Far north, the holy land of falling snow, Meishan

Huang Yekui woke up from half sleep and half awake, and there was a hazy warbler cry in her ears, and what she smelled lightly in her nose was a familiar smell in her memory, which was a reassuring aroma that she had been haunting in her nose day and night since she was six years old. Such as the fragrance of plums in the middle of winter.

The softness under the pillow is also too familiar, and I will feel a little nostalgic, which is clearly the warmth that has never left every moment, since when did this warmth turn into sadness......

The memory fragments were hazy, and I didn't want to think about them again. Realizing this warmth is so dreamy, and the desire to be lost in it forever cannot be suppressed.

Huang Yekui slowly opened her godless eyes and faced the woman who was smiling at the moment. And Huang Ye is undoubtedly pillowed on the woman's slender and perfect legs, enjoying the blessings of heaven and man.

Huang Yekui's godless eyes seem to be calm like water, but in fact, they are shining with a dim condensation, like a brilliant jade. stared straight at the woman, without blinking or flustering. It seems that once you take your eyes off, the woman in front of you will disappear like a bubble.

The woman's face was like a peach blossom, and her white and tender cheeks were condensed with a jade-like luster, bathed in the golden light of noon, looking holy and cold. The beauty is like a dream, suffocating.

Three thousand green silks are scattered at will, like a blue waterfall flowing down, diffusing the fragrance of snow plums. The familiar face was as close as yesterday, and the pink fluff was clearly visible in the pupils.

The crystal snow neck and earlobes evoke the past scenes, like watching the flowers. Along with the emotions of the time, I also came to my heart. It's vivid, like the next day.

The words that surged in his heart were as numerous as the stars in the sky, but he was stuck in his throat, and Huang Yekui opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but finally closed his mouth and was silent.

It's not that there is nothing to say, it's just that I don't know how to speak, I don't know where to tell, and I can't bear to break this all-too-familiar scene, which has appeared in my past memories more than once.

In the past fifteen years, thirteen women who have been accompanied by spring and autumn rain and snow day and night have been staring silently, and they can't bear to break this rare atmosphere. As if he had thought of something, he smiled softly like a silver bell. It's like a hundred flowers blooming in spring, and it's beautiful.

Seeing this, Huang Yekui also smiled lightly.

I haven't seen each other for two years, and I can't say the love words full of words, just look at each other and laugh.

After a while, the lovers were already in tears!

Unknown wildflowers are quietly blooming under the trees.