windowsills, moonlight, silhouettes, silver frost.

The halo was very thick, and I could see the silver dust floating all over the place, braving the cold, approaching the body, the cold began to condense, slowly sealed, and finally stayed in the deepest protective layer, quietly disappearing......

"Without a trace" to describe the moonlight at this moment is just right.

The silence is a little abrupt, how can you depict such a quiet night, more often, it's just hard to notice, but there are too many such nights.

The yard seems to be sprinkled with a layer of hoarfrost, and if you step on it, an illusion begins to linger: footprints will be left behind. If it really does, there will be footprints, and a pair of big footprints appeared under the courtyard wall at some point, and the hoarfrost sprinkled into it, and slowly seemed to overflow again.

There is only one thatched hut in the courtyard, but there is an inconspicuous small room in the corner of the courtyard, and others will definitely think that this is a general store, and the yard is actually not big, but it is too empty.

The lights were turned off early in the thatched house, and the lights and candles were on in the grocery room at the moment, in fact, they were on every night.

This room was the size of two rooms, but it was built in the corner of the courtyard, and you could see that the windows were covered with openwork, and there was a pale red curtain decorated with a lot of rust on them, and the windowsills were clean, and even the steps of the doorway, in the moonlight, looked very clean.

It's not like a grocery store, it's inhabited.

If you live alone, it's completely sufficient.

The gaze was drawn back to the large footprints in the corner, and the owner of these feet, a tall black figure (which did appear tall in the moonlight) was now wandering around the yard.

There were only two houses in total, and there were three thatched huts in front of the door, and the black shadow crept to the side of the house to listen to the movement, shook his head, and took a step forward, and saw the small house in the corner of the back.

The hut was still holding the lamp at the moment, but through the window, I saw the silhouette under the light on the curtain, it was a slender figure, the black shadow stopped moving, and walked softly to the back.

There was a black cloud blocking the halo, and the black shadow disappeared directly into the dark night, like a ghost, the black shadow groped for a stone from the ground, and threw it towards the courtyard wall, and there were three people waiting outside, apparently to answer.

The black shadow is Xu Chen, and this courtyard is Yumo's house.

Xu Chen slipped out of the princess's mansion, after all, this kind of work of turning over the courtyard wall of the house was done for the first time in his life, and it was inevitable that he would be a little excited, if it was known that the impact was not good, he would come out quietly, and the three people waiting outside were the valued servants of Li Ye's family, and they shouted over now, one is to help climb over the wall, and the other is to take care of the wind.

For people who work at night, it is expected that the wind can increase the success rate of the crime, bring psychological comfort and calmness, and at the same time, increase the safety factor.

If you learn light skills, you don't have to work so hard to climb over the wall with a soft ladder, the slightest movement will be terrifying, and Xu Chen has a strong desire for kung fu.

This stone is thrown out to show that everything is going well inside, it is the same whether it is said or not, but Xu Chen is a little excited, but when the stone is thrown, he doesn't know what he knocked down, and it is actually a little light, causing the dog to bark.

Hurriedly hid in the moon shadow of the thatched house, and only dared to come out for a while, the light was still on in the room, it should be Yumo's residence, but the silhouette of the windowsill had long since disappeared, and after a while, the light was still on, Xu Chen's cat demon passed, the door of the hut was actually hidden, and the door saw that Yumo was not sleeping at the moment, and was lying on the table near the door.

There was some small stimulation, but the heart was pounding, Xu Chen carefully pushed open the door, Yumo just lay on the table, he didn't move at all, obviously asleep.

This woman doesn't care about her body too much, and the weather in autumn is very cold.

Gently pushed the door open, slowly got in, and then gently closed the door, in the candlelight, only then could I see the layout of the room.

There was a small red openwork bed, and on the head of the bed, that is, on the windowsill, was a small dresser, which was filled with all kinds of small boxes, and beyond that was this small table, three stools, and on the other side was a small cupboard.

The room is full of small objects, and the whole thing is simple and warm.

Moved softly to the table, sat on a stool and looked at Yumo lying on the table, just watching it so quietly, it was simply a man's look at a woman, you could be affectionate, you could be full of blood, you could gobble it up.

Xu Chen thought that his eyes must be dancing at this moment, you look at the delicate figure, just by looking at the two eyes, there is a strong urge to touch it, but even if he denies it so, the affection in his eyes is not only on the paper.

So Xu Chen simply lay on the table, took out a fist to support his chin, looked at Yumo's hair up close, smelled the faint body fragrance, and didn't want to disturb in the slightest, could this be a metamorphosis in disguise? Of course not. It's incompetent, in the face of such a woman still sitting here and looking stupidly.

Just when Xu Chen was intoxicated with such warmth, Yumo moved his arms, probably lying on his stomach for too long, a little numb, and then raised his head.

In an instant, the eyes were met.

I can see the beautiful tear eyes, the two deep tears, and the melancholy haggard but still delicate face,

Yumo was not much surprised when he saw Xu Chen, but his eyes were full of affection, and after staring at him for a moment, it was a knowing smile, which seemed to be able to relieve thousands of sorrows in an instant.

"Is it a dream? Are you the man of your dreams? Yumo looked at Xu Chen with a smile and asked, but his eyes were full of bloodshots.

It turned out that she thought she was dreaming.

Xu Chen shook his head and nodded again.

"Can you tell me why that man doesn't like me? Is it because I am humble and poor, and he hates me, right? ”

Xu Chen smiled and shook his head. But in my heart I want to say: It is because of my humble status.

"Hehe, you're not right, aren't you?"

"Do you believe in your fate?"

Before Xu Chen could make a move, Yumo was talking to himself, his eyes were a little sloppy, obviously struggling between dream and reality.

"When I first met him...... Yumo told a story about her acquaintance with the man.

"He's always there to help me when I'm in the most difficult times, you know? I thought this was my true destiny countless times, hehe, what a ridiculous stupid girl, I believe in fate, I am destined not to be worthy of him, I am destined to be someone's concubine as a lowly person, are you laughing at me? ”

Shaking his head vigorously, Xu Chen had been listening to Yumo talking, as if he was talking in a dream, pouring out his thoughts.

"You look like him, but I know you're not real......" Yumo said and actually touched Xu Chen's face.

Pinch your nose for a while, you will pick up your chin as if looking at a plaything again, and when you are interested, you will pull Xu Chen's ear, this time obviously you don't have the strength to eat, too suddenly, the painful Xu Chen called "oops".

After that, it was accompanied by a scream from Yumo, ending the sadness of the dream.

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