Is that a ray of light? The light was so bright that it made people unable to open their eyes and look at his last back......

Ten years ago, we were drawn by fate, and ten years later, here and here, it's just, who are we? Maybe we're just here to fulfill each other's lives, to meet.

It's a new year when we meet, so let's name this story "New Year's Old News" for the time being, after all, it's been ten years ago.

A paddle passed, and the ripples on the surface of the water rippled outward in waves, hitting the shore and causing a thin splash.

Duancheng in the early morning has not yet woken up, because of a drizzle last night, it stopped, and there was a unique mist in Jiangnan everywhere, which seemed to be nothing. The watchman, stepping on the wet bluestone slab, knocked on the bamboo one by one, and soon disappeared into the mist, leaving only the crisp sound echoing in the streets and alleys.

Soon, the streets were bustling with people, and the New Year was approaching, people were busy shopping for New Year's goods, welcoming their relatives who had returned from afar, and children were lighting cannons and running and playing.

Compared with the prosperity of the city at this time, the Mingyue Lane in the west corner of the city is much quieter. There are only a few houses here, a few shops, all of which sell pen, ink, paper, and inkstones, and they are not a precious variety, and few people usually come except for some scholars in the city. This is even more deserted at this time.

At the end of the alley is a bookstore, with no plaque or name, and everyone casually calls it Mingyue Library. The library is not big, but there are a few rows of bookshelves, and there is nothing else, and there is a mansion behind the library, which is the residence of the owner of this library.

The owner of the library is a young man who lives alone, and he is very indifferent, often alone, making it difficult for people to approach. And he seems to be very bad at the way of business, opening the door every day, but I don't see him doing business seriously, always sitting alone reading and writing, and the guests do not greet when they come, which has the meaning of "Jiang Taigong fishing wishers to take the bait".

Because it was winter, as soon as the sun was past noon, the people in the alley went to the market, and the rest of the shops were closed early, but the Mingyue Bookstore was still open. It didn't take long for the snowflakes to fall, and it was the first snow of the winter. The snow is not big, but it is scattered and falling all over the sky.

Childe looked at the snow outside the house, put down the pen in his hand, turned around and took a light gray cotton cloak and draped it over his body, locked the library, held an umbrella, and walked slowly along the river alone. The cloak was embroidered with an inky lotus flower.

The snow fell in torrential air, fell into the river, and disappeared immediately. Instead, it fell to the ground, and gradually piled up a layer. Childe walked slowly with an umbrella, the wind blowing his long black hair, and the snow creaking under his feet.

Occasionally, when one or two children were playing by the river and rushing around, he would stop and make way for them. The older child would politely thank him, and he would smile gently, turn around and continue walking.

He went straight out of the city, and after about a quarter of an hour, he came to a lotus pond outside the city. There is a small forest near here, and there is a circle of weeping willows planted by the pond, which is the most popular place to enjoy the lotus in summer, with people coming and going, and tourists are weaving. Now in the cold winter, the lotus has long been ruined, and everyone has abandoned it and turned to enjoy the plum blossoms. No one remembers that there is still a little remnant of the load here. Childe squatted down, stretched out his slender white hand and stroked the branches and stems of the residual lotus, lowered his eyes, and sighed softly.

A figure flashed into the woods and walked behind Childe.

Childe stood up and tilted his head slightly, "What's wrong?" ”

At this moment, a tall and thin young man was standing behind him, with sword eyebrows and long hair, and his eyes were blazing. The young man replied respectfully: "The unveilers have all been cleaned up, and the guy who was hiding has been dealt with together." Please rest assured. ”

Childe bowed slightly, "What does Mother have to say?" ”

"Gongzi Ke, Madame has no other instructions, only instructs Gongzi to be patient and wait for the opportunity."

There was silence. Childe tilted his head, and his lowered eyes looked dark. When he spoke again, there was a cold hoarseness in his voice: "Fuzhe, I don't like the word 'forbearance', don't say it again in the future." ”

"Yes." The young man behind him was obviously a little nervous and hurriedly responded.

The two stood in the snow one after the other. The snow fell like goose feathers. The wind fluctuated and blew in my ears.

"He's coming back soon, and it's safe to have him in Endtown. In the future, if you look for me, go straight to the library. ”

"Yes, Childe. Childe, what do you have to say to Fuzhe to bring back to Madame? Fuzhe asked.

"Please take care of your mother." He thought about it, but he really didn't know what else to say. This seems to have become a habit, and such replies have been going on for years.

Some things are not said in person, it is better not to say them.

This son, named Ke, looked at the remnants of the lotus in front of him, and his eyes were dark. Duancheng is not home, but I have been shrinking here for more than ten years. He tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a mocking smile. What if you are unwilling?

Heavy snow soon covered all parts of the city. The red lanterns in front of each house are flushed in the snow. Ke casually admired the snow, went around and around, and did not return to the library until the beginning of the night.

He patted the snow on his body and umbrella, and was about to enter the door, but suddenly caught a glimpse of a person by the wall at the corner of the intersection, motionless, and a layer of frost and snow had accumulated on his body. The light was dim, and I couldn't see the man's appearance clearly, and I didn't know if it was a man or a woman.

Thinking about the hot and cold state of the next life, the more cold the weather in winter and wax moon, the more difficult it is for the poor to live. Ke never meddled too much, only glanced at it from a distance, and was about to enter the house. Suddenly, the man was heard murmuring.

"Help me, please. Help me. ”

It was a frail woman's voice. Ke's footsteps paused, and after a while, he finally stepped forward and reached out to brush the frost and snow off the man's face, only to see that it was indeed a girl. I saw that she was wearing a disheveled hair, wearing only a single coat all over her body, her face and lips were already purple from the cold, and her eyes were scattered. He looked at himself blankly, and said with a trembling mouth, "Help me." ”

Looking at the appearance of this girl, she was only about seventeen or eighteen years old, and she was already as weak as a gossamer. If she is allowed to stay in the snow for a while, I am afraid that her life will not be saved.

Ke frowned, looked at the empty street that was still snowing heavily, and finally carried the woman into the Mingyue Library.

The snow fell all night until the next morning. When the girl was standing in front of Ke in a man's light gray robe, Ke was transcribing the scriptures of the past in Zhou Zheng's small letters.

The girl was a little cramped, wrapped herself tightly in a long robe, looked around the bookstore with a pair of eyes, and finally landed on Ke's body.

The person in front of her didn't seem to notice her, and she was still holding a pen and writing seriously. The complexion is pious and gentle, the eyes are as quiet as a pool, the nose is high, the eyelashes are long, and the black hair is matched with the side face as good as carving. Lined with the steam in the tea stove and the flawless white snow outside the window, the whole picture makes people feel instantly unreal: is this in the human world or has he strayed into the mansion of some immortal?

Wait, immortals? Does that mean I'm dead? The girl suddenly had a spirit, took two steps back, and hit the door frame, her shoulder hurt, and she couldn't help but let out an "oops".

The man by the window put down his pen and looked this way. The girl rubbed her shoulders and scolded herself in her heart: "It's right to leave a good impression on the gods when you meet for the first time, and now like this, you will definitely be laughed at by the gods!" ”

"Girl."

Hearing the "fairy" call herself, the girl raised her head slightly embarrassed. The man had already stood up, walked to the tea stove, poured a cup of hot tea and put it on the table, and said to her, "There is a stove here, you sit here, be warmer." ”

"Oh." The girl wrapped herself in a long gown and sat down with a blushing face. Hold the cup to your lips and take small sips to let the cup cover your big red face for a longer time.

Ke waited for a while, saw that she hadn't finished drinking, knew that she was covering up her shame, and smiled faintly. He roughly talked about the situation last night, and finally asked, "I don't know where the girl's family lives?" I'll take you home. ”

After listening to him, the girl put down the cup in a daze, pursed her lips and thought carefully. But I only remember that large snowflakes fell from the sky, and the road became more and more difficult to walk, and the footsteps became heavier and heavier. Her spiritual platform was in chaos, and as she walked, a fierce sleepiness swept over. In the end, I only remembered a white figure, and nothing else.

After listening to her, Ke didn't say a word, looked at her silently, and the two fell into silence for a while.

The wind was blowing outside the window, and the fire in the charcoal basin was bright and dark. The girl was a little embarrassed by Ke and couldn't help but sneeze. Then he smiled awkwardly, pursed his lips and said, "The little girl thanks Gongzi for his rescue, I really don't want to disturb Gongzi anymore, so I will leave." ”

"Do you really have a place to go?"

The girl lowered her head slightly, bit her lip, and was silent for a moment, and finally shook her head with difficulty.

Ke looked at her and searched for a familiar person in his memory.

He turned and took a coat from his chair and handed it to the girl, and began to add a lot of charcoal to the tea-stove. While adding, he said slowly: "Even if you have nowhere to go, you can also stay." It's just," he clapped his hands, paused slightly, and sat a pot of tea on the fire, "I'm the only one in this library all year round, and if you don't feel comfortable, you can do it yourself." ”

I heard Childe say just now that he was going to send himself home, and the girl was actually quite panicked. Her memory is now blank. It was like the snow outside, and there was no trace of it. Who is she? Where did it come from? Where is home? Why is it here? She didn't know anything. If she left the library, she really didn't know where else to go. Now the son in front of him, although he looks cold, is a kind-hearted person. I saved my life last night, and I'm willing to take him in today. The girl was both surprised and grateful in her heart, and there was really no endless way.

The girl nodded vigorously: "The son is willing to take it in, the little girl is grateful, and she will try her best to repay it in the future." ”

Ke hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled faintly, "It is really appropriate to save people in danger." The girl doesn't have to be polite. The library is simple, so the girl should not dislike it. ”

The girl shook her head vigorously, "It's already good here." ”

"Do you know your name?" Ke asked.

The girl shook her head, slightly embarrassed.

Ke refilled the teacup with hot water, handed one of them to the girl, covered the teacup with both hands, and walked back to the table, the water vapor rising on the tip of his nose and face. Ke thought for a moment, picked up a pen and wrote two words on the paper, and handed it to the girl, "How?" ”

The girl took it and looked at it, on the plain white rice paper, there were two upright and powerful block letters, "Lotus Song"

The girl tilted her head and asked, "What do you say?" ”

"It is a joy to fall into the world, clean and self-fragrant, and be congratulated by a long song."