After Chinese New Year's Eve, Kei slept alone in his room for another day. By the time he gradually woke up from the dizziness of the hangover, it was already the evening of the second day.

The light from the room shone through the windows on the floor of the courtyard, staining the thin layer of snow that had just fallen early in the morning of the new year into yellow. Ke tilted his head and leaned against the corner of the table, his eyes already calm again. He should have gotten used to it for so many years. He reached out and picked up the letterhead on the ground and threw it into the candle.

He Ge sat in front of the window of the room, bowed his head and carefully embroidered the Juanpa in his hand, and added a blooming peony next to the butterfly yesterday. The peony is charming and gorgeous, richer and more approachable than the peony; Compared with the lotus, it is cold and noble, but it is more charming. At the age of today's flowers, Hege will naturally like more peonies. Huang Juan has a colorful butterfly and a pink peony on it, which is also matched with the cute and cute lotus song. He Ge knotted the rope and happily spread the Fang Juanpa in his palm and fiddled with it.

"Squeak", the sound of opening the door came, He Ge was stunned, stretched out his hand to push open the window, and saw Ke Zheng walking towards the front hall, wearing only a blue and white single coat.

He Ge retracted his body and looked at the stove in front of him for a moment. Although the snow is not heavy this morning, the weather is much colder. So even on the first day of the Lunar New Year, there are very few people walking outside. Ke wore little on his body, and hid in the room for many days without eating or drinking, and he was afraid that his body would not be able to bear it in such weather. He saved his life, and he has to repay it, so do whatever you can for him, with a clear conscience.

He Ge put away the needle and thread, took a thick cloak, and went to the front hall.

Ke sat at the table in the front hall and made tea, holding a chess book in his hand and looking down. When he looked up and saw He Ge coming in, he smiled faintly, and a layer of pale appeared on his face. "Why are you here on such a cold day?" The tone is still so light, although it is an inquiry, I can't hear any emotion.

In the face of such an ordinary Ke, He Ge never mentioned the events of that night.

The tea in the furnace was boiling, Ke turned around to carry the pot, and He Ge put the cloak on him, and Ke's hand paused obviously.

"It's so cold, be careful of the wind chill." He Ge turned to the front, tied the knot of the cloak for him, and carefully wrapped the cloak forward.

"Thank you." Ke quietly let her finish it. It was the first time someone had done such a delicate act for him, and he didn't want to push her away at all. There was even a faint wave of pleasure and longing in his heart in an instant. When he realized that he had developed such an emotion, he turned around and went to the bookshelf to find a book of poetry.

Probably because today is the first year of junior high school, not because of the person in front of you.

While he was looking for a book, He Ge poured out the tea from the tea stove and handed him a cup, "Drink some hot tea." You haven't eaten in a long time, I'll go make you something to eat. What do you want to eat? ”

"Whatever you want."

"Well, let's drink some yam and lily porridge first, drinking it in winter is the best way to nourish the stomach and replenish qi."

"Okay."

Ke held the teacup and watched thoughtfully at the light that was gradually brightening in the stove. The appearance of Hege appeared in front of him again, with a pink dress, a pink face, and a pair of apricot eyes flowing like water. There is only a white jade hairpin pinned to the home-style bun on her head, which can't be simpler, but it can't reduce her bright face. There is also such a girl in Ke's memory, although she is not as lively and agile as Hege, but she is more gentle and humble, calm and stable. They are of the same age, maybe it is also a temporary illusion, and she completely regards Hege as her, so she will have the same thought as she did just now.

Ke lowered his head and blew the floating leaves on the teacup open, and took a sip slowly. The fragrance of tea instantly cleared the chaotic Lingtai a lot, and the sleepiness of the hangover also dissipated a lot. She is not her, and she must always be sober. Ke secretly admonished himself.

I lowered my head and took a sip, but the tip of my nose smelled a hint of dark fragrance, which was faint, not strong, faintly sweet, and smelled calm. Ke sniffed it carefully, only to realize that the fragrance actually came from his own cloak. This cloak has been worn by herself for many years, and the neckline was accidentally scratched two days ago, and He Ge said to take it to mend it, so he kept it with her. I want to get a fragrance because of this. Ke flipped down the neckline, and saw that the original broken place was not only repaired, but also embroidered with a very delicate lotus pattern, and the whole cloak exuded that faint fragrance.

After living alone for a long time, many trivial lives cannot be completed every week. This person's meticulousness actually moved me a little. Many years ago, I was pampered and cared for. But that's no longer the case. Also, the letter. Ke twitched the corners of his mouth, and the warmth in his heart was instantly annihilated by hatred. With a "click", the tea cup in his hand was crushed in his palm. Blood dripped all the way to the ground along the lines of his palm.