It was night, and the snow was as white as water, glowing with a shallow light. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Du Weiwei sat alone on the corridor on the third floor of the ladderless building, looking at the appearance of the entire palace with a somewhat empty expression, his thoughts were a little empty, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

In the night, a fierce wind blew fiercely, and in an instant, the black figure had quickly fallen on the stairless building, and landed beside the woman.

Du Weiwei's brows moved slightly, his eyes turned slightly sideways, and he looked at the man who fell beside him, and then turned his head indifferently to look at the night scene of the entire palace.

"Wei'er." The man's expression seemed to be a little tired, and he slowly approached Du Weiwei, and made a sound, wearing a black robe as in the palace earlier, extremely neat and smooth, and what was particularly eye-catching was the light-colored black jade in his waist.

Du Weiwei knew that the piece of jade was He Xiao's favorite piece.

Dragging a slightly longer recliner from the house to the porch, Du Weiwei was sitting on it with his body shrunk at the moment, looking at the scene outside.

He Xiao didn't say much, sat down directly beside the woman, stretched out her hand, hugged the woman's shoulder, and immediately leaned on Du Weiwei's body, and deeply sniffed the woman's extraordinarily quiet body fragrance.

Du Weiwei's eyes still had some incomprehension and helplessness, raised his eyes to look at the dark night sky, and glanced at the man leaning on him.

Today's dinner was eaten by Du Weiwei alone, and it was not until this moment that He Xiao returned home, that is, He Xiao must have said something to his mother in the Prime Minister's Mansion, but at this moment, Du Weiwei didn't want to ask at all.

Every time I think of today's mother's eyes that are distrustful of me, Du Weiwei's heart is full of coldness.

After a long silence, Du Weiwei still had no intention of speaking, the cold wind blew, but he made a move and touched his robe, as if he felt a little warmth.

The next moment, He Xiao's hand was already on the shoulders of Du Weiwei, who had left, and the big palm was raised, and the black cloak was already floating, and then most of it fell on Du Weiwei's body.

"Tonight, Huang will escort the people from the Prime Minister's Mansion to Wushuang Valley."

At the same time, He Xiao, who had not spoken for a long time, finally fell silent. The gaze also swept over Du Weiwei's face, and then also looked at the distant scenery of the palace.

The moment he spoke, He Xiao clearly felt that the body of the woman he was holding stiffened for a moment.

"...... tonight"

"I'm not going."

Without waiting for He Xiao's words to finish, Du Weiwei actually dropped such a sentence directly. But the trembling in that voice had betrayed the woman's emotions. He Xiao's eyebrows and eyes were also stunned for a rare moment, he didn't expect that Du Weiwei would say such a sentence.

Holding Du Weiwei's hand, it was obvious that he used force all of a sudden, and He Xiao's eyes looked at the woman: "Wei'er, my mother is not ...... today"

"Am I doing something wrong?"

I don't know why, when I mentioned today's Xiangfu again, Du Weiwei's emotions exploded in an instant, one broke free, and left He Xiao's embrace, the water in his eyes shining in the night.

"I'm doing something wrong, am I? I wanted to explain several times today, but she didn't listen at all! ”

"I did something wrong, she, as my mother, can scold me and beat me, but she ...... Why don't you believe me? ”

"Her eyes today are like nothing I've ever seen before, and in those sights are indifference to me, alienation from me, and suspicion of me!!"

"It's me...... Never seen before...... ...... look"

When he said the last sentence, Du Weiwei's voice had gradually become smaller, and he gradually became weaker.

During the whole process, He Xiao did not stop Du Weiwei's movements, nor did he interrupt her.

Until the woman's sight was already full of tears, but she still stubbornly refused to fall, her body was powerless to go back, leaning on the railing, her eyes were completely down, and her long hair fell, covering her face.

He Xiao's eyebrows and eyes were always faintly light, looking at the woman quietly, listening to every word in her mouth, and remembering what Mu Dai said to herself in the Xiangfu in the afternoon.

"He Xiao, Wei'er is my daughter, and I feel distressed."

"What you have to do is to defy the condemnation of the world, and if you succeed, it is naturally good."

"But what if it fails? Have you ever wondered what will happen if you fail? ”

"At the end of the day, I'm just the most ordinary mother."

With his eyes slightly lowered, He Xiao stood up, approached Du Weiwei, and hugged the woman into his arms, without much force, but let the woman no longer lean against the cold railing.

"If you don't go, you won't go."

"Hey, I'll deliver it the same."

He Xiao did not open his mouth to comfort Du Weiwei, and said two sentences, both of which were understanding and tolerant of Du Weiwei.

Du Weiwei's head leaned deeply into He Xiao's arms, and the fragrance of the feather garden on the man's body gradually reassured her, without words, just waiting quietly like this, which was enough to make her troubled heart slowly calm down.

He Xiao's left hand hugged Du Weiwei's waist, and her right hand hugged her shoulder, so that the woman's whole person was surrounded by her own embrace.

The line of sight, on the other hand, was a pick, looking into the distance.

It's only an hour away.

The night seemed to get darker. The entire sky spreads out like a black curtain, enveloping the whole of Kyoto. The top is black, the bottom is white, and it is far away, but there is a hint of mirroring. It was cold all night, revealing an indescribable depressing atmosphere.

The whole of Kyoto is remarkably quiet, except for the occasional long sound of the watchman who knocks on the bang.

Although it is still in the New Year, in Kyoto, because of the cold and snow, the atmosphere of the New Year has long been lost, and it is bleak.

There are still two quarters of an hour to go.

Du Weiwei had already fallen asleep, sleeping with his back to the outside and inside, unable to see the look on his face.

He Xiao was sitting at the table, holding a book in his hand, reading it seriously. In the middle of the table, there is a stone marker.

The sand slowly flowed down from the polished glass jar, until the last trace of sand flowed, and then it began to flow down again.

He Xiao's eyebrows quickly skipped the stone marker, his movements were extremely fast, he put down the book in his hand, stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked out.

looked in the direction of the sleeping woman at the moment of leaving the room.

The woman's breathing was extremely steady, and there was nothing unusual about it.

His mind was constricted, He Xiao's eyebrows and eyes were concentrated, and he didn't stop any longer, pushed the door out, and left the stairless building.

The door opened and closed twice, and the sound of the light wind sounded at the same time.

Du Weiwei's eyes turned away from the outside, and they also slowly opened, and a pair of clear eyes were glowing with a little sour.