The horn of the car rang in the snow for a long time before slowly crushing the snow towards the depths of confusion, Lin Feng stood by the window, looking at the distance where his heart belonged, and every time the wheel turned, it pressed a mark on his heart. No matter how affectionate the autumn waves in his eyes are, he can't touch the figure that he never forgets. Even if you pin your thoughts on the snowflakes and disperse with the wind, you can't fall into the loneliness locked in a small farm yard on the outskirts of Beiping.

Lin Jianyan stood in this loneliness, quietly watching the rise and fall of the petals in the cup, his index finger slid over the slightly cool rim of the cup, and muttered, "Who are you?" ”

Emperor E, Hun Qingchen, Lin Jianyan, or ...... Today's Gu Yelan?

Her fingers unconsciously left the teacup, little by little, climbed up to the face of condensed jade, touched the smooth and smooth texture, she thought, if her world had not snowed, with this face that she had envied in her past and present lives, how happy she would be! Looking at it now, a glance turned out to be so irrelevant to her joy, a delicate face like a flower, maybe it is pleasing to others, but it can't please herself!

What about the extreme beauty, and what about the country and the city? It is just a skin that is easy to decay, and once the snow of time is drowned, only the vicissitudes of the years will be left in vain, and this vicissitudes will be firmly embedded in the eternal soul and endure for a long time.

How did she become like this, was it due to Leng Yueping's soul exchange method, or fell into the love-hate dilemma under Murong Qianbu, or it was all self-inflicted.

After thinking about it, the chain lock on the door suddenly "rattled", and the rapid snow turned into the house, and a pair of plain hands appeared, slowly put the meal at the door, and then retreated and locked the courtyard door again.

Lin Jianyan watched the man's every move quietly, without the slightest urge to rush out of the door, and when the courtyard door was locked, she slowly paced over, separated the board on the table, picked up the plain white steamed bun in the porcelain bowl, sat by the window, and slowly chewed the taste with Xiao Xiao's wind and snow.

She was unconscious in the magnolia incense cast by the cold moon screen, and since she woke up, she had been told about this place, and she didn't know who had imprisoned her, or what her purpose was. I only know that I can find such a quiet place in the vast world, and for her, it is really a transcendent relief.

She has no intention of exploring the root of the truth, she is like a dream, she is a little true and a little false, so why should she care so much? In this small farmhouse courtyard, there is tea to drink, there is a meal to eat, if there is wine, life is happy.

Thinking like this, the depression in my heart unconsciously stretched a little, and the soft steamed buns also bred a trace of sweetness between my lips and teeth.

The wind and snow outside the house gradually stopped, and the sky and the earth also quieted down, Lin Jianyan slowly poured tea, tasted tea carefully, and his troublesome thoughts were like this soup, one after another, becoming clearer and clearer. Quiet and leisurely, from the direction of the east wall came a few "de" sounds, like clogs rhythmically knocking on the floor, not long after, a faint wisp of Buddha incense through the window overflowed, Lin Jianyan suddenly came over, it turned out to be a burst of wooden fish sound.

Unexpectedly, what put her under house arrest was actually a person who worshiped Buddha. Her gaze touched the furnishings in the house, and although the tables were extremely simple, they were very elegant, and she thought about how she could have cleaned such farmhouses so orderly, so elegant, if it were not for the tranquility of her mind.

This is the Burrow, but Wu Dexin. It's just that I don't know why this owner of Dexin detained her here alone.

Lin Jianyan was aroused by the sound of the Buddha, and tiptoed cautiously towards the direction of the east wall, leaning on the base of the wall, listening carefully to the Zen sound coming from across the wall.

The wooden fish's voice gradually subsided, and a soft voice slowly sounded: "Gu Yelan, I left you here, just to let you temporarily avoid trouble, and to recuperate in this pure gain, it is not a bad intention, you don't need to worry so much." ”

Lin Jianyan was slightly stunned, and then understood what the words meant. She was about to open her mouth to explain, but the sound of the wooden fish sounded again, her face couldn't help but redden, and after pursing her lips and thinking for a while, she bowed gratefully to the east wall, and retreated from the corner of the wall to the window with apologies.