In winter, Changping loves snow. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

When Xuanxi was young, he had a milk name, called Liuchu, because he was born in the winter snow.

The night before he was born, snow fell on the streets of Changping. The moment he was born, it suddenly cleared. Xuan Ang did not write Yaxing, who was sunny when the snow was fast, but he still named his eldest son in the name of snow.

And the encounters in his life, in the end, were all related to this snowy night.

Whether it's heavy snowfall, or snow mega.

Some people in this world are black and some people are white, but most people are black and white. The so-called black and white is just more over there.

But there is a kind of person who is pure black, or pure white. So between this vast heaven and earth, you can use your body as a blade to split these thousands of mountains and rivers.

And he was the pure black in her mouth, but in the end, he cut out, the purest white.

So black and white are intertwined, and they have become the only two in the world.

And this year, he was in his early twenties, and he did not have the ability to foresee and see his later life.

In Chujing in December, it is always snowing.

The teahouse hidden in the small alley of Chujing Changping opened the door early in the morning, and at the entrance of the alley, the man in black slowly walked down from the carriage.

The young man in black, the azure oil-paper umbrella, the red lantern in the teahouse, the gently falling snow, the colors of heaven and earth seem to be here. His figure pierced the silence of the snowy morning, and everywhere he went, there was a sense of silence.

Although the steps of the teahouse are low, they are of fine yellow rosewood, and on this somewhat dark day, it also glows with yellow light. The man who walked to the front of the steps slowly put away his umbrella, and did not bother to look at his feet, but stood under the eaves and looked back slowly.

The light was slightly dim, and the face was indistinct, only the eyes, so clear. The slightly raised corners of the eyes reflect the deep and sparkling light of the eyes. There is indifferent sorrow inside, as if this world has brought him only endless sorrow. The eyes are warm and moist, but they are like cold pools. Dressed in a dark color, isolated from heaven and earth, the back is mixed with the gloom in the room behind him. Pure black, pure silence, this man, born is very good-looking, but that grace, but people don't even dare to look at his face carefully, just swept his gaze slightly over the extremely light color of the lips, only remember that the corners of the mouth that are always slightly raised, under the arc that seems to be smiling but not smiling, revealing a cool irony.

It's like that person, as it is often said.

Cold as frost, bright as a peach and plum.

"The tea is boiled, and the coldest snow water is picked, but the hottest tea is brewed. Shen Fu, the shopkeeper behind him, said to him without raising his head, he didn't have to look at it, he could feel this man's cold aura, how could he not know his arrival.

"You're a wonderful person to be able to do that. The man smiled slightly when he heard this, turned around, and fell into the eyes of Shen Fu, who had just raised his head, as if the frost was beginning to melt, the spring flowers were blooming, and the light in his eyes was slowly thawing, and the spring color of a river flowed. It's so beautiful, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The man in black slowly walked up to the second floor, and there was already a person in the box by the window. Dressed in white, sitting upright, slowly picking up the celadon teacup, sipping it slightly on his lips, his posture is elegant and leisurely, and there is a warm air between his eyebrows and eyes.

"I really don't know when he will return, this play has been prepared for too long, and when it comes to the approaching high and tide, it feels so bland. He chuckled and pointed to the place beside him for him to sit down, but his eyes drifted out of the window, the vermilion palace walls and the towering pavilions were all in front of him.

"Third master, but I don't think this tea is hot enough. He sat down and looked at the man in white with a smile, the frost on his face fading slightly.

"The tea seems to be hot enough, but the person who drinks it doesn't feel hot and can still hold it in his hand. Whether it's barely or really not feeling hot, this tea can't fall. He pinched the cup with two fingers, and there was a ring inlaid with jade on his index finger, but there was a crack in the emerald green jade, "The cup can't fall, how can it start?"

"I can't go down, maybe it's because I've held it for too long, and after that hottest time, the tea will slowly cool down, and it will naturally not hinder it. When he heard this, he smiled slightly, the corners of his eyes became more and more raised, and when he laughed, his eyes narrowed slightly, but it seemed a little more charming, "However, if you keep heating the water, the tea soup will overflow and fall on your hands, and it will naturally become." ”

Hearing this, the man in white moved his hand slightly, put the teacup on the table, and looked up at the person opposite with a smile.

"I'll have to endure a little longer. He sighed softly, as if to reassure and inspire, "I have been willing to lie dormant for fifteen years, how can I mind waiting a little longer." It's just that the road ahead seems to be smooth, but it is full of dangers. Especially, wronged you. I've wronged you. ”

The man in black shook his head, his eyes were leisurely, and he seemed to sigh: "Third master, in the world of great disputes, if everyone cherishes the wings of fame and honor, how can they become immortal." ”

"Feathers can't make us fly, that's just decoration, what use do I want him to do?"

"You're only in your early twenties, and you can see it very clearly. “

"It's not that I'm a minister, I can see it clearly, it's just that I remember what I want. ”

"Yes, if a person can clearly see what is in front of him, even if he only looks at this pile, it is rare. ”

"It's the third master, what do you think of this play in the early court this morning?" he sighed and asked.

"The royal brother even made a move to put the old man of the Su family together, which really impressed me. His smile was still pure and harmless, "Brother Huang is indeed, not a straw bale." Noble birth, but not stupid. So he, although he is now swaying in the wind, his foundation is still stable, and his strength is still there. ”

The person on the other side nodded with a smile, and said slowly: "Su Jin, that's An Guogong, the elder of the Three Dynasties." The prince did this because he was beautiful, but he was just beautiful. ”

"This tea is cold, ask Shen Fu to light a furnace of incense and warm it. The man in white slowly closed his eyes, "The imperial brothers have said that they have no regrets, so why say more." It's just that my father's body is getting worse day by day. ”

"Why, there's another day. When he opened his eyes, there was a sharp edge under his eyes, warm and moist, and he was full of style.

"I see. The man in black said slowly, looking out the window, but his slender fingers were holding the teacup tightly, and his eyes were dark and uncertain.

And a glass of wine before his death, why should he be famous after a thousand years. At the bottom of the teacup is this couplet, his fingers slowly rubbing, and the smile slowly unfolds, but with an indistinct meaning. (To be continued.) )