The snow was falling, and Qing'er stepped on the rustling snow, and unconsciously walked into the plum blossom forest.

The vast sky, covered in silver everywhere, is white, only the vermilion plum blossoms blooming in the flying snowflakes, and the vermilion dress of Qing'er, adding a touch of red to this white space and filling a painting.

In the busy days, I seem to have forgotten everything, but now that I am idle, why is my heart more and more irritable? Is it because it is difficult to give up that it is so full of sadness?

Qing'er raised her head, looked at the flying snowflakes, and looked at the vast sky. O God! No matter how cold you are, how can you compare to my heart. Maybe at this moment he is embracing the beautiful woman with sweet words, stroking music and music, and his own affection, like flowing water, full of an infatuated girl's deep love, destined to be lonely and sad and flow alone, always thousands of reluctance, thousands of tears and sadness, and finally it is difficult to escape the bitter fruit of self-eating and amorous. He won't pick up a sip of coolness, sigh clearly and sweetly, and then drink my amorous spring water. He will only turn a blind eye, not care, indifferently ignore it, perhaps, in his heart, I have never been like I never existed, how can I hope to cause a ripple in his heart.

I don't know when, Li Chun has already stood behind Qing'er, what he misses is not the picturesque winter scene, nor the intoxicating plum blossoms, only her. In his eyes, there was only her in his heart, and the woman in front of him was thinking about other men.

Qing'er had tears in her eyes, and asked herself over and over again, he had forgotten about me, didn't he?

Qing'er felt that someone was standing in front of her, and she was about to stretch out her hand in front of her, so she hurriedly came to her senses and saw Li Chun stretching out her hand to help her wipe her tears.

Qing'er glanced at Li Chun coldly, turned sideways, and wiped away the tears on her face alone.

Li Chun was about to stretch out his hand, froze there, and said coldly, "I really don't know if you are hiding here alone and crying because of this flying snow, or because of this lonely plum blossom sadness, do you want to gain the pity of others, or do you want to win the love of others?" ”

Qing'er glared, "Go away!" What's the matter with you? You have to take care of it! ”

Li Chun said coldly: "Is it that you only have the people in your dreams in your heart, but not the people in front of you, so I just make you look down on you and make you turn a blind eye like this?" Does it disgust you? Why do you only have Him in your heart? ”

Qing'er's cold eyes looked at the snowy distance, and smiled slightly, "Yes or no, what's the use?" In the end, it is just a dream, and in the end, it is inevitable to be alone, complaining and hurting yourself. ”

Li Chun glanced at Qing'er and said coldly, "Are you ready to give up?" Humility and cowardice are only a small setback for the poor, and with such compassion and sadness, where is the vigor of your past? What about your usual courage that is not afraid of heaven and earth? Or, are you a softbone yourself? If you really want it, then go for it! What is it to hide here and feel sorry for yourself. ”

Qing'er glared, "I want you to take care of it!" Do you really think you're someone to me? ”

Li Chun stepped forward, his cold eyes staring at Qing'er tightly, "One day you will know who I am!" ”

"Get out of here!" Qing'er pushed Li Chun hard.

Li Chun let out an "ah" in pain, and covered his chest with his hands.

Qing'er saw blood spilling from Li Chun's chest, she was frightened and hurried forward, "How are you?" Does it matter? ”

Seeing that Qing'er still cared about herself, Li Chun couldn't care about the pain in her heart, and hugged Qing'er tightly in her arms, holding her tightly, so that Qing'er couldn't move, she was looking forward to this moment, it was so long, she wanted to hold her quietly like this, even if she still had someone else in her heart, but she believed that one day, Qing'er would fall in love with herself and give all her thoughts to herself, and this day was just a matter of time. Qing'er, do you know? I'm willing to wait for you! Wait for the day when you are willing to marry me, no matter how long that day is, I, Li Chun, will wait.

Qing'er tried her best to break free a few times, but she didn't break free from Li Chun's arms, she didn't expect Li Chun to hug herself so tightly, since she couldn't break free, why did she have to waste her efforts. Qing'er lay quietly in Li Chun's arms, feeling that his arms were so warm, so safe, inadvertently, he gave in like this, and wanted to indulge like this once, even once, this life is enough.

The snow was falling, and there was a white expanse everywhere. The vermilion plum blossoms bloom and the faint fragrance of plum adds a thick and underwritten stroke to the monotonous winter scene

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