Before you know it, in October, the silent light snow falls on the mountains and fields for thousands of miles, and people realize that winter has arrived.

Early in the morning, the smoke has just risen in the small village outside Yuelu Mountain, the village name takes a firewood knife up the mountain to cut down the firewood for the winter, a few half-sized urchins jump up and follow the adults, come to the primary school at the end of the village, the quiet-looking girl stands at the door of the school with a ring ruler, politely greets the people, and then drives the disobedient little fart back to the school.

After all her students arrived, Song Yufu looked at the road at the entrance of the village, her fluffy collar fluttering gently in the early snow, staring for a long time, and sighing softly.

Leaving Chang'an in early spring, it was winter in a flash.

There is no difference between being in the village and in the country, they all take the students to read and talk about some things in the book in the morning. The only difference may be that the little doll in the village can fight if he is disobedient, and the son of the prince of the country is disobedient and can't beat, so he can be regarded as a decent master here.

Song Yufu has a quiet temperament, and she doesn't run around in Chang'an, and when she first came, she liked this isolated small place very much, and she thought that she would not get tired of staying for the rest of her life, but after a long time, she still felt a little upset.

It's not because life in the village is too monotonous, but because the guy in my heart has no news, as if he has forgotten about her.

The location of the village was so secluded that she couldn't tell where it was, and no outsiders had come for months. Since the last time she wrote a letter, Song Yufu has been looking at the entrance of the village every day, from early autumn to early winter, not to mention letters, not even a single message.

The prince of Suzhou is really rude, so why don't you reply to a letter......

I knew I wouldn't give you the hairpin......

Song Yufu stood outside the school hall and watched for a long time, until there was a commotion in the school hall at the back, and then she returned to the school hall with a little loss, finished teaching the morning class prepared today, and then came to the small courtyard next to the school.

The courtyard was originally her father's residence when he was studying here, and there were only three houses, and she and the maid Doudou lived here.

At this time, Doudou was squatting behind the earthen stove in the kitchen and burning firewood, his little face was blackened, and Ah Huang was lying next to him sticking out his tongue.

Doudou is a little maid that her father is afraid that she will not be able to endure the hardships in the village, specially bought for her, born in a poor family, cooking and washing clothes very diligently, the only drawback is that she is more introverted and does not like to talk much.

Seeing Song Yufu coming back, Doudou raised his little black face: "Miss is back." ”

"Well, hard work."

After half a year of getting along and having nothing to do, Song Yufu actually didn't have any words to each other, Song Yufu walked into the kitchen, lifted the lid of the pot, put the soup from it, put it in the food box, and walked out of the door with the food box:

"Ah Huang, let's go."

The big yellow dog got up quickly, followed in a circle, saw a little snow on the ground, and ran over to pull it a few times.

The village is not big, and there are only dozens of families, all of which have some relationship with her grandfather. Xu Danqing's old house is next door, and the opposite door is Mei Qusheng's house, and there is a wooden dummy outside the house, and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy is chopping on it with a wooden knife, and the clanging sound is non-stop.

When Song Yufu passed by, she stopped and admonished:

"Erhei, don't break it, otherwise Senior Brother Mei will have to clean you up when he comes back."

The boy who was called Erhei didn't seem to hear it, and continued to beat the wooden man with a sullen head.

Song Yufu was not surprised, thought about it with the food box on her shoulder, and said again:

"Erhei, you help me watch the entrance of the village, someone sent a letter over, remember to notify me."

"You've said it eight hundred times."

"How can there be eight hundred times...... Once a day, it only adds up to more than a hundred times......"

Song Yufu said a few words casually, and when she saw that Erhei didn't answer, she gave up and slowly came to the woods at the entrance of the village.

The big white goose in the middle of the road suddenly got up, and swooped over with its wings outstretched, quacking and preparing to commit murder.

"Bai Shizi, do you owe a beating?"

Song Yufu glared, and after shaking the big white goose, she came to the stone chess table and put down the food box.

The old master in a cloth coat, holding the chess pieces in his hands and spinning gently, looked at the falling snow as if he hadn't seen it, and kept his eyes on the remnants of the chess in front of him.

Song Yufu waited for a moment, and couldn't help but speak: "Grandpa, are you cold?" ”

The old master had no expression on his face, and raised his foot to kick out the brazier under the chess table.

“……”

Song Yufu pursed her lips, raised her hand to warm up the fire, and asked:

"Grandpa, you asked me to write to Xu Buling and ask him to come over, why hasn't he replied?"

"I don't care about you."

？

Song Yufu's quiet little face stiffened, looked down at the embroidered shoes, and stopped talking.

The old master raised his eyes and looked at it, and finally sighed softly:

"People grow up all their lives, and it's normal to meet a few people who like or dislike, and after a long time, they will look down."

Where is this persuasion, it's okay not to say it, but as soon as Song Yufu said it, she became more and more lost:

"Grandpa is so powerful, there must be something wrong with calling him over, how can he not come, and he didn't even reply...... By the way, my grandfather called him over, for what? ”

The old master put down the chess pieces and took the food box, and his voice was flat:

"You don't understand it."

“……”

Song Yufu snorted slightly, and didn't bother her chattering grandfather, got up and took Ah Huang out of the woods, and came to sit under a big locust tree at the entrance of the village, looking at the endless mountains and dense forests in a daze.

Maybe it was indeed missing, Song Yufu did it for a while, then untied the vermilion wine gourd on her waist, took it in her hand and looked at it, and then opened the wine stopper and took a sip.

Song Yufu usually doesn't drink alcohol, and the wine gourd is filled with water, but because of the perennial wine, it still has a bit of wine, and it doesn't taste fragrant at all, and it's quite bitter......

"Alas......"

Song Yufu looked at the wine gourd in her hand, raised her hand and wanted to throw it away, but she was reluctant, and finally hung it on her waist again, looking in the direction outside the village, waiting for the night to come.

I don't know how long it took, Ah Huang, who was wandering at the entrance of the village, ran over, holding an envelope in his mouth, squatting next to him and wagging his tail, with a flattering look.

Song Yufu was stunned for a moment, came back to her senses, raised her hand to take down the envelope from Ah Huang's mouth, and saw the five words 'Song Yufu personally opened' on it, she was shocked, her eyes showed an indescribable surprise, and she looked down at the big yellow dog next to her:

"Ah Huang, where did you get the letter?"

Ah Huang: "Wang! ”

“……”

Song Yufu obviously didn't understand the beast language, so she sat up straight and opened the envelope very solemnly, wanting to see what was written in the reply letter that had no conscience.

Thinking that it might be a love letter, Song Yufu's face was still a little red, and she looked left and right before unfolding the letter. As a result, at a glance, there were three words lying alone on the huge letterhead, less than the words on the envelope.

"Look at the ...... behind"

Song Yufu's eyes were full of inexplicability, she held the letter and thought about it, and then looked back. Then his lips came into contact with something soft, and a familiar voice sounded in his ears:

"Ah—Miss Song, what are you doing?"