Jiang Yutan's eyes suddenly burned with a knife-like sharpness, staring at Fu Xiu for a while, when Fu Xiu was about to speak, he only heard Jiang Yutan with a little bit of lightness, and said slowly: "Niangniang, you go around from the high cliff behind the tower, there are a few green plums in the westernmost part, and there are few people there." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Just as Fu Xiu was about to ask carefully, Jiang Yutan had already turned around, holding the tea cup that he had not finished drinking just now, and looked at the snowflakes outside the window. The snow in the sky came into her eyes, and even the pupils were desolate and white, as if she had never spoken, let alone mentioned a little blessing.

Under the green plums, the beautiful scenery of the good day.

The teacup in Fuxiu's hand seemed to tremble involuntarily, and even the teacup was gurgling when it rested on the tea table.

Suddenly, Fukuyu threw down the teacup in his hand, and despite the fact that the good tea was poured on top of the black-lacquered tea table, Fukuyu rushed out of the meditation room and into the endless falling snowflakes.

The tea in the tea cup that was turned over by Fuxiu flowed dripping along the four corners of the tea table, and then slowly ticked down along the four corners of the tea table, like a string of teardrops.

Jiang Yutan turned his head and slowly picked up the tea cup that he turned over, but he didn't pay attention to the tea that dripped like teardrops, but put down his tea cup as well, and slowly walked to the Buddha line of Guanyin Bodhisattva in the middle of the meditation room, knelt down on the lotus futon, folded his hands, and closed his eyes and said: "Guanyin Bodhisattva is above, knowing that he can't do it, and the disciple is wrong again." The disciples are selfish and willing to receive the consequences. ”

Jiang Yutan's eyes gradually dimmed, and the unique aura slowly converged, and with a sigh of nothingness, Jiang Yutan, a Buddhist begonia monk known as a supernatural person, frowned deeply, and his cheeks were as sorrowful.

Why did others see the crystal snow in the sky, but what she saw was the blood in the sky?

The west side of the temple is inaccessible to all people, and even birds and animals are extremely difficult to see, and the snow has slowly piled up, covering up the wildflowers that have not yet had time to bloom. The surrounding snow light is like Fuxiu's white fox fur.

On the pure white snow, stepping on a line of shallow footprints, Fukuyu had come to the steep cliff, surrounded by a few green plum blossoms like beans. The faint pink flowers, the dark fragrance in the snow, compared to the red plum, the unique style of the plum, the green plum gives people the feeling, is a transcendent beauty.

Fukuyu stood under the largest green plum tree, looking at the snow around him, and he couldn't even see the footprints of half of the others, let alone any human figures.

Fuxiu felt very panicked, could it be that Jiang Yutan deceived her?

Jun Mochu is just the son of a Dali Siqing, how many people in the world can remember February 22 as his hour? If he hadn't told others, how would others have known?

"Jun Mochu, Jun Mochu, you come out, you come out!" Fuxiu still couldn't help it, and called out in a low voice, with an irrepressible choked voice.

Fuxiu shouted loudly twice, but no one answered.

Fukuxiu didn't feel like he lowered his head and laughed at his innocence. If someone arrives first, how can they not leave traces?

Could it be that he came early, and Jun Mochu hasn't come yet?

Suddenly, there were a few small snow pits under his feet, and even his face seemed to be hot, and when Fukuxiu remembered that he was crying, a plain white handkerchief was quietly handed to Fuxiu.

Fu Xiu raised his head suddenly, and the corners of his eyes full of tears suddenly met the deep eyes of the man in front of him, and he couldn't even stand still, "Jun ......, Mo Chu." ”

The man's gestures still did not change his usual elegance and calmness, wearing a solid fox fur that could blend with the surrounding snow, and his face was more and more handsome and fair. It's just that at this moment, his eyes are as deep as water, the fog is foggy, and he has lost the original clear and deep depth.

The man who came was none other than Jun Mochu.

February 22, this day, only Fu Xiu knows that it is Jun Mochu's birthday, and others don't know. In the world, only Fuxiu really understands Jun Mochu, and there is only one Jun Mochu.

"Fukuxiu!" Jun Mochu quickly supported Fuxiu's body that was about to fall, and firmly supported Fuxiu's almost limp body with his strong arms, and his same hoarse voice was also calling over and over again, "Fuxiu!" Fuxiu! ”

The very warm breath broke through the snow grains and pounced on Fuxiu's cold, stinging forehead.

As soon as Fuxiu raised his head, Jun Mochu's soft and warm lips wanted to be brushed from Fuxiu's forehead, and immediately, Fuxiu stopped Jun Mochu from wanting to kiss the lips of his forehead, after Fuxiu broke free, he was still lying in Jun Mochu's arms, and suddenly his heart was replaced by another throbbing pain, and the tears surged even more, slowly leaving his cheeks from the corners of his eyes, and then slowly flowing from his cheeks on the snow, dissipating into the white snow.

"Fuxiu......" Jun Mochu muttered Fuxiu's name in a low voice, and when his lips were about to kiss Fuxiu's lips, Fuxiu refused again.

After Fuxiu rejected Jun Mochu, he groaned, stretched out his hands, and wrapped his arms around Jun Mochu's waist, and Jun Mochu was bound to hold Fuxiu tightly in his arms. Fu Xiu's heart, which had nowhere to settle, seemed to have landed, stopped peacefully, and fell into Jun Mochu's arms, between his arms.

"Fuxiu, it's me who is not good. I am the one who has caused you, and after all, I have harmed you all this. Fuxiu Chong sat under the plum tree, held Fuxiu tightly in his arms, held Fuxiu's cold slender jade hand tightly, and said bitterly: "Fuxiu, I must be crazy, I didn't hold back that time, I saw you." But I don't want to, this is the calculation of the Queen Mother, not only to me, but also to you. ”

Fuxiu also held Jun Mochu's hand tightly, Fuxiu felt that Jun Mochu's hand was very warm, and he kept trying to warm his hand. Fu Xiu stroked Jun Mochu's back through the big flank, choked for a long time, and finally said: "Mochu, I haven't seen you for so long, you have lost weight......"

Jun Mochu seemed to have been stabbed in his heart, and even his body trembled slightly in pain, and he came to his senses for a long time, "Fu Xiu, I hope you will scold me, and after scolding, I will also be able to give up my thoughts about you." ”

Fuxiu shook his head and said, "I only understand...... I know that you have been genuinely good to me since you were a child. It's just that I can't get this sincerity of yours, and I don't have the ability to have it, you should use your sincerity for me on other people, maybe, this is what I can help you do in the end. ”

She didn't complain about him, and she never did it. Because she knew that he had waited too long, too bitter, and too humiliated, everything he had today had come from his sincere fate to her. She can't have his forever and forever sincerity, nor can she have his eternal and eternal love. It's just because she's too much to help herself......

Jun Mochu suddenly laughed wildly, his face almost as pale as a snowflake, "Fuxiu, don't say that. I know your suffering, I also know your hardship, you have done enough for me, Mo Chu no longer dares to ask for your sincerity to me. Even so, Mo Chu will always have a blessing in his heart, Fu Xiu is Mo Chu's fate, Mo Chu's sin, and Mo Chu's calamity, Mo Chu can't escape from Fu Xiu for the rest of his life. ”

Jun Mochu lowered his eyes, his expression was no longer as reserved and quiet as before, and he no longer had the smile that looked gentle and elegant, but was actually ethereal, and now Jun Mochu's eyes were full of helplessness and bitterness, as well as endless infinite chagrin. (To be continued.) )