The snow is still falling silently, but the branches are bent lightly, and the mountains and forests covered by snow and ice have always been silent, deserted, only these three lonely graves are silent.

On the way back, she walked alone, looking at those strange or familiar streets, pavilions, breathing in the cold air, she could really feel the feeling of being alive, looking in the direction of the palace, her heart still couldn't stop trembling, where was her home.

Princess Jing'an's wedding, I saw the team coming from the direction of the palace early today, and the ten miles of brocade were so dazzling and so dazzling. The snowflakes flying in the sky inexplicably added a sense of pathos.

She is pitiful for Jing'an, once in the beginning they were confidants at first sight, and after returning to the palace for a few years, they were friends who talked about everything.

Today she got married, she is going to send it anyway, standing in the most secluded area, watching the bustling crowd ushered in the big red team, the red yarn fluttering sedan chair must be sitting in a red wedding dress Jing'an, the breeze moved away, blowing up the curtain on the car window, only to see the red hijab of the mandarin duck playing in the water covered her face, her head was slightly lowered, should be in contemplation!

Jing'an, Jing'an in a wedding dress. Are you happy at the moment?

You once said that you had already fallen in love with an elegant young man and would never forget it. But now, you are going to marry to another country thousands of miles away in your wedding dress, will you be happy? You are not happy, through the thousands of red makeup, I saw your tears and read your heart.

Jing'an, Jing'an, I hope you will be Jing'an-

The team had already walked out of Woyang City and headed farther away, with a broken heart in the distance.

Jing'an, maybe you will never meet that person again in your life, but he will live forever in your heart, go wander! Jing'an, at least in your world, he is your favorite, he is the one you can love.

Looking at each other and the market, it is better to forget about each other in the rivers and lakes.

turned around to leave, but was stopped by a touch of green clothes in the crowd, and his eyes were closed. He walked slowly from the noisy crowd in the distance, his face that he had not seen for several years seemed to have gone through vicissitudes, and his eyes that were clear in the past became deep at this moment.

She didn't know how many people and things time could change, but she had witnessed all the changes over the years, and even her sincerity could change.

She didn't know how to face him, she wanted to escape, but her steps seemed to be unable to move anymore, those pasts that once made her hate, at this moment, seemed to be a lifetime away, but now in her heart, she could no longer stir up a ripple, and she could no longer hate it.

Gu Weikong recognized the white figure at first sight in the crowd, even though she was masked, even though she was hidden in the most inconspicuous place.

No one knows how much courage he needs to walk up to her, no one knows how much motivation he needs to have the courage to face her.

Six years later, does she still hate herself as much as she did back then? He couldn't see her disgusted eyes, and his heart ached.

Fortunately, she never avoided herself, nor did she show a look of disgust when she approached. The eyes were calm, unwavering, as if I saw an ordinary passerby.

There is no disgust, but why is he still so heartbroken, the cold look in his eyes is too hurtful, and his body is incomplete.

"Little sister-" The hoarse voice resounded in the noisy crowd, drowned out by the crowd.

The ancient painting fan was slightly flashing in his eyes, and then he turned around and walked forward slowly.

Gu Weikong stepped up to keep up, keeping up with the thin body.

Passing through the noisy crowd of people in the market, the two of them have slowly walked to the silent street, in front of which is the Guyun Temple, and along the way, the two of them seem to be about to reach the end of time.

After many years of separation, we were speechless when we met again.

Back in the small courtyard, the ancient painting fan was still walking in front of his head, and suddenly he didn't hear the footsteps behind him, so he looked back. But I saw that the man stopped outside the ancient wooden door frame, not taking a step beyond the thunder pool.

Brother, what are you afraid of?

Brother, do you know how scared I was at the beginning?

"Come in, do you want to talk to me right there now? It's so cold outside, I don't want to gossip here. The ancient painting fan said softly. Then he walked towards the house, took off his cloak, brushed off the snowflakes, and put away the paper umbrella.

Gu Weikong pursed his lips, watching her every move in a daze, listening to a voice that he hadn't heard for six years, every one was like a dream.

Walking into the courtyard, and gradually walking into the fresh and elegant room, a warm breath hit.

"Sit down!" The ancient painting fan whispered, and he was busy burning the stove in his hand, and he used tongs to clip a piece of charcoal into it, and the fire slowly became stronger.

Gu Weikong took off the cloak and looked at the hanger with the ancient painting fan cloak hanging on the side, and didn't know where to put the cloak in his hand.

The ancient painting fan put down the pliers in his hand, but saw that he was still standing stunned, and the cloak in his hand was not placed, nor was he taking it.

can't help but hook the corners of his lips slightly, although he hasn't seen him for many years, he has never changed, he is still the brother who holds her in the palm of his hand, but she can never go back to the past.

Walking up to him, he reached out and took the cloak, and hung it on the hanger, and the cloak about his own length covered his smaller version of the cloak tightly.

After a moment of confusion, he chuckled and shook his head, walked to the tearoom and fiddled, and in a moment, a pot of steaming tea was brewed.

Despite dragging the tray, the heat from above was still blowing in her face, making her unable to see the road clearly.

Gu Weikong, who was standing quietly on the side, strode over as if he had just found a sense of existence at this moment, and reached out to take the tray and put it on the table.

The ancient painting fan looked at his back in a daze, but there was a light sorrow in his eyes.

He walked up to the table and sat down, and when he saw that he was still standing, he no longer urged him to sit down. He poured two cups of tea to himself, one in front of him and one in front of himself, and watched the hot air in the cup swirl into the air, and then gradually disappeared, until there was no more hot steam, until the tea in the cup became cold. Neither of them said a word, and it was so quiet, one sitting, the other standing, quiet and peaceful mixed with infinite coldness.

After all, the events of that year were just hurdles that could not be crossed in a lifetime!

He didn't want to see her calm and surprising face again, he didn't want to see her cold eyes anymore, so he staggered back, then turned and strode away. Disappeared into the small courtyard, disappeared from her sight, disappeared into the snow.

After a while, the ancient painting fan ran to the small courtyard in a daze, but he didn't have the courage to catch up.

Hiding his face and crying, he squatted in the snow, his trembling thin body as if he was about to be submerged in the snow. It's just that the suppressed cry passed through thousands of snowflakes and finally dissipated.

Brother, I'm sorry, I don't have a chance in this life, and I won't see each other again in the next life. )