I waved my hand and smiled, "Miss Zimin's knowledge is different from that of ordinary women. ”

The old man Ziyi smiled: "It is a blessing for Zimin to be appreciated by the little boy." ”

I don't know why, I listened to the words of the old man Ziyi, and I always felt that there was something else in his words, but I couldn't tell what it was.

I stayed at the old man's residence for another month or two, and the winter chill gradually became heavier, and when I saw the snow, I couldn't help but think of Ruoxiu, and the way she fell in the snow, and my heart hurt when I thought of it.

One day I stood in front of the small wooden tablet engraved with the words "test the sword", stared blankly at the sword that was slowly accumulating snow on the sword stand, and randomly pulled out a handful and danced around in the open space.

I thought about it and practiced it again.

The simpler the thing, the more it seems to be able to calm the mind, Ruoxiu's shadow floated in front of me, I closed my eyes and couldn't distinguish between the east and the west, the north and the south, and the sword again and again, picking, wiping, splitting, and stabbing...... I wanted to catch Ruoxiu, but I couldn't, and if I didn't want to think about it, I couldn't do it at all.

At this moment, there was a "bang", and someone blocked my sword move with a horizontal sword, and I came back from my confused thoughts, and took a closer look, but it was Zi Min who stood in front of me at some point.

I put away the sword and smiled reluctantly: "Miss Zimin, the sword has no eyes, it's not child's play, please don't mess around." ”

Zi Min said with an unhappy face: "Childe's sword moves are ordinary, and Zi Min will be able to watch it once on the side." I want to give it a try for a while, and please don't blame the son. ”

I wasn't actually in the mood to laugh with her, but seeing her serious look, I didn't want to disturb her interest, so I explained: "In the next place where I am upset and rude, I also invite the girl Haihan." ”

Zi Min smiled slightly and said, "Childe is serious." ”

I don't know why, I knew Zimin when she was very young, and now that she is getting older, she has gradually added something to her, not as approachable as before, but has a bit of an aristocratic shelf.

In fact, this is normal, she was born in the Zheng family of Xingyang, and after a famous family, she doesn't even pay attention to the princes and grandchildren, let alone ordinary people? I felt a little unfamiliar with her because of this.

Seeing that she was standing and not leaving, and the snowflakes fell on her, she arched her hand and said, "Miss Zimin, it is cold in the snow, and please move the girl indoors so as not to catch a cold." ”

Zi Min covered his mouth and smiled: "Childe is not worried that he will suffer from the cold after standing in the snow for a long time, but he cares about whether others catch a cold, isn't it stupid?" ”

When I heard her say this, my heart ached suddenly, and I remembered Ruoxiu, after we met, she often said that I was stupid. I looked indifferently at the falling snowflakes and suddenly couldn't hold back my tears.

I would never cry in front of others. But since my mother passed away, I feel a lot more vulnerable. Later, if Xiu died, I didn't care about anything anymore, and I didn't care about these things anymore.

Ruoxiu's figure appeared in front of me again, and when I looked at her, she looked at me, and I smiled at her, and she smiled at me, but when I wanted to keep her, she suddenly disappeared.

I threw myself forward and fell on the snow, unable to stand up for a long time.

Zimin has been standing beside me, and strangely, she neither came to persuade me nor help me, but only looked at me as if she was frozen.

My hands made two deep palm prints in the snow. After waiting for a long time, I stared at the hands that were red from the cold, thinking of the last time these hands held Ruoxiu, she lay calmly in my arms, her body temperature passed little by little, and finally seemed to merge with the snow.

I suddenly cried out loud, someone patted me on the shoulder, I twitched and turned my head, and saw the worried looks of the old man Ziyi and Wang Qi in the blurred vision, in fact, they shouldn't be worried.

At this moment, in the snow, I knew that I had finally accepted Ruoxiu's death - no matter how long I waited, even if I waited for a lifetime, she would never appear at the door of the room again and watch the New Year with me.

Wang Jue helped me up from the snow and persuaded me with kind words: "Childe, the deceased is gone, and Childe must take care of himself." ”

His words didn't comfort me, but caused me to stumble to the ground again, and Ruoxiu said the same thing to me in the end...... Take care of yourself.

I've always listened to Ruoxiu's words.

I struggled to get up from the snow, realizing that I was too out of shape in front of these people, I hid my face and wiped away my tears, turned to salute the three of them, and said, "Built...... Gaffe. ”

The old man Ziyi looked at me kindly and said, "Little boy, there must be a degree of sadness, otherwise the deceased will not be at peace." ”

I smiled lightly at Wang Jue, pushed away his hand holding me, and arched my hand: "The younger generation has been taught." ”

The curtains around the tea room had long been lowered, and I walked outside the curtain, just in time to see Zimin picking up the sword on the ground, she carefully put the sword into the sheath, and stood in the snow again, I don't know where I looked at it for a long time, and then I shook my head, turned around and walked towards the house, and when I looked up, I met my gaze.

Even though it was far away and the falling snowflakes blocked my view, I could clearly see that she had tears in her eyes, and she looked away visibly in a panic as she made eye contact with mine.

It turns out that in the world, I am not the only one who has troubles and depression.

They reminded me that it turned out that tomorrow was Chinese New Year's Eve, no wonder...... It turned out that Ruoxiu had left me for a whole year, and I didn't even dare to go to her grave, and I didn't even admit that she and our children would be buried under three feet of loess.

But I still accept this fact, they are all right, if I don't live well, how can I be worthy of Ruoxiu's dying entrustment? Her last attachment in the world was only me, and she knew that she would not be able to live well if she left me, but she had no choice but to entrust her care to herself, even though she knew that I was the least trustworthy person.

How can I let her down? No, I can't.

In front of her grave was a patch of withered grass covered with snow, next to her mother.

I missed Chinese New Year's Eve and returned to the capital three days later, and everything in the hut was still the same, and if Xiu used to come to bring me food, sometimes he couldn't bear me, so he didn't leave.

I sat in the middle of the house, and the wind outside still didn't stop, and I pretended that they—Mother Lord, Ruoxiu, Anping, and Chengping—were all with me.

The relationship between me and Ruoxiu is only less than six years, but I feel that with the piles of acquaintances, I can also spend this life in memories.

The facts tell me that my idea is a bit naïve.

I can grow old with Ruoxiu in my imagination, but the world doesn't allow it.

(End of chapter)