On the day of the wax moon, there are few such gloomy.

The thick clouds were gray and black, and seemed to swallow up all the light and heat, as if they would be pressed down at any moment.

Heaven and earth are thus in a line, and the world is like a picture that has lost its color for a long time, and the color is so dim that it is only vast.

In the northern border town called Ning'an, the cold wind howled, blowing the streets as smooth as a mirror, and there were no pedestrians. But in the silence and coldness, the mutton shop on the side of the road suddenly opened the door with a "hula", and the young man ran out wrapped in a leather jacket, and the residual heat on his body and the white smoke exhaled became a ball, suddenly bringing out a vague sense of warmth, and dissipated in an instant.

The old shopkeeper chased behind, his front placket was shaking, and he was still holding a meat cutting knife in his hand, so angry that he jumped to his feet and scolded: "You are a two-ball goods, and there is a lot of and urine on the lazy donkey, so I asked you to do some work, and your problem will come!" ”

The young man ran a few steps, turned around and smiled, "What are you angry about, is urgent, I can't help it." ”

"On such a cold day, spit turns into nails. Beware of the pulled out of the Retodra and turned into popsicle sticks, poking your guts! ”

"You always feel sorry for me." The young man had a hippie smile on his face, and smiled at the old shopkeeper with a poisonous heart, "Don't worry, I learned Zama with Huo Jiajun, and I squatted high, and I couldn't pull out such a long." With that, he ran away like a little mule.

"Melon peel! Look at the four pieces that freeze your belly! The old shopkeeper muttered, looked at the sky again, and said to himself, "This snow is not small, and I don't know how many houses will collapse." Alas, iniquity. On this day, wouldn't someone freeze to death outside? With that, he shuddered and immediately turned back to the shop. I didn't notice a small ball curled up on the steps of Bu Zhuangzi across the street.

The door of Bu Zhuangzi is closed, it has been closed for more than half a month, and the small ball is dirty and tattered, motionless, anyone will think that it is littered.

However, the garbage ball moved, and stretched its stiff body with difficulty against the cold wind.

It was a child, five or six years old, but all the bare skin had chilblains, and his hair was messed up like a chicken nest, and he couldn't see his face clearly. It's just that the pair of black and white eyes are still a little angry, and they slowly turn up at this time, staring at the sky.

"Thief God, if you want me to live in pain, I'll die for you." The voice was immature, but with a cold and ruthless energy, "Since it was given to me, it is my life, I want to throw it away casually, can you manage it?" ”

When people are in the cold, they instinctively shrink their bodies and try to conserve heat as much as possible. But at this time, the child struggled to stretch out his limbs and half-leaned on the steps in a large shape. His or her eyes were wide open, because he or she wanted to see how he could die. When to die? I once heard that people who freeze to death will have a smile on their faces.

That's good!

The wind continues to rage. After a while, the child's consciousness gradually blurred. However, in the midst of this half-dead and half-life, I suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves of "get it".

It's so cold, the ground is brittle, and even if you don't rush or slow down, you feel like even the air will break.

couldn't help it, the child looked up, and saw a group of people coming slowly at the end of the long street.

The procession was about twenty or thirty horsemen, divided into two columns. The man was dressed in black and armor, and the horse was a tall steed, and he was also clothed in armor. And so many people and horses walked at the same time, but the formation remained neat, the movements were uniform, and no one spoke, which seemed to be extremely disciplined.

The sky and the earth were pale, and the black army was slaughtered, but it was a young female general who was at the forefront. In his twenties, he was tall and tall, sitting on horseback with a straight back. She was dressed in red clothes and red armor, a red leather helmet on her head, and her face was covered with a red scarf. Looking at it from afar, it seems that the world is cool, and a fire suddenly ignites to dispel all the cold.

Light and vitality arise from her.

As if firmly sucked by the fiery red, the child looked at the visitor in a daze.

The female general also saw the child, so she raised her hand and made a gesture. So, the whole team of sergeants stopped. At the same time, her maid lightly took the reins of the horse, and the two of them walked towards the door of Bu Zhuangzi.

The maid was a twelve- or three-year-old half-grown boy, with a sturdy body, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a sharp spirit that could not be concealed throughout his body.

"Little Flower, do you know who this is? It's not polite yet! The horseman shouted angrily.

But the child did not move, as if he was frightened stupid. But if you look at his eyes, you will find that there is a hidden disdain, and there is also a clear understanding.

Of course he or she knows who this is? Even if you don't recognize it, you've been here for more than two months, so you can naturally recognize it. The border town of Ning'an is guarded by the Huo family's army, and the female general in front of her is Huo Honglian, the eldest lady of the Huo family.

Miss Huo's eyes were like a good one, and she smiled slightly when she saw this.

She jumped off the horse, leaned over slightly, and stretched out her hand to the child, "If you don't have a home, come with me." ”

The child does not speak or move, and the body language reveals a clear sense of rejection. On the little face, there was endless indifference and guardedness.

The maid was so anxious that she scratched her ears and cheeks, but she felt that this little flower didn't know how to lift. How good is the eldest lady, will anyone still not appreciate it?

But Huo Honglian was not in a hurry, and maintained the posture of bending over and reaching out.

The two phases are deadlocked.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and in silence, the red face towel covering half of her face fell to the ground, revealing Miss Huo's face. She is not the most beautiful, but her facial features are profound, her thin eyebrows are like knives, her eyes are bright, and her body is intertwined with two completely different breaths: heroic and gentle and amiable.

The child was stunned, and tears suddenly formed in the corners of his eyes, and ice beads rolled down.

"What's your name? Is it a boy or a girl? Huo Honglian asked softly.

"Glass." The child finally spoke, "I am...... Girl. ”

"Come on, come home with me." Huo Honglian invited for the second time, her eyes were light and loving. Because inexplicably, seeing this lonely little thing and that stubborn look, my heart was so soft that I couldn't do it.

Ruri looked up, her face cold.

It's not tears, it's finally snowing. Vast expanses of snowflakes fluttered down like goose feathers, which seemed to have no beginning and would not end, weak and weak, but pierced through the gray and dyed white.

Snow flakes that fall on Ruri's face. Her body was so cold, as if there was no temperature, but the snow had melted.

She stood up, feeling her frozen bones shatter inch by inch from the movement.

It hurts, it hurts, but my heart is gradually getting hot.

She stretched out her festering little hand, leaned towards Huo Honglian's gauntlet made of red fox fur, and clung to it tightly. It's like a snowman, throwing itself into the fire without hesitation, just for the warmth that he only desires.

"Sister." She let out a low cry.

This year is the first year of Zhao Li's enlightenment.

Emperor Xiao Zuo ascended the throne, the country was stable, the four seas were peaceful, the world returned to the heart, and Fanzhen surrendered, which is really the best season.

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