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The day, when he opened the courtyard door, it was clear.

A beam of sunlight the same color as his eyes fell from the sky and sprinkled on him.

Pale color, like his fading eyes.

He didn't speak, took the bucket, and walked to the side.

I once asked the mirror how I should bring him back.

Mirror said, reminding him of his love for you.

It's hard.

I followed him, looking around.

The scenery here is beautiful, like the Yellow Mountain in the snow.

The snow-white world, with its black dead wood, reminds me of the Black Forest.

Mountains in the distance, a world of nothingness.

Episode 4 Chapter 169 Sticking to You Yinchuan has been frozen, and the sharp ice picks seem to be enchanted from above, and they cannot land.

Stepping on the frozen water, he said, "Be careful. ”

"Oh......" I replied, smiling at his back.

As he walked on, I looked curiously at the white ice beneath my feet, and I could see that the ice was very thick.

He walked to the upper reaches of the stream, which was still a frozen waterfall, and then he took out the icicles and began to hit them.

"Ding ---- Ding ----" echoed in the mountains like the sound of a bell chime.

I'm in trouble, so I'll use my internal strength.

A palm passes. "Boom!" Dropped a bunch.

He stood under the glacier, his hands still in a percussive position, just his body. Stiffened.

"Ouch......" he sighed and began to pick up the crushed ice that had fallen to the ground, and I laughed as I watched it.

He never looked at me, and when the bucket was filled with ice, he started walking back. I still jumped up and down behind him.

Qiu often said. I didn't grow up at all, with Xiaolei. End of Episode 4 Chapter 169 Sticking to you is all a big child, a small child. I also feel like I haven't grown up. Who says twenty is like twenty? Thirty years old is like thirty years old? Innocence is so precious, why should you forget?

In the quiet mountains, there was no sound, and it seemed that the whole mountain was because of the arrival of winter. And empty.

When he walked into the courtyard, he didn't close the door. So I followed.

There are two courtyards on the left and right sides of the small courtyard, and in front of it is a meditation room and a Buddhist hall. There is a wooden pier for chopping wood in the east courtyard, which should be a kitchen. There is a flower garden in the west courtyard, which should be his resting place.

He walked into the East Courtyard, and I followed.

There are also two rooms in the east courtyard, one is a kitchen and the other is a firewood room. He started to make a fire and boil the ice, and I sat on the threshold. Look around with your cheeks back. Until the aroma of rice overflows. From the beginning to the end, no one else came out to serve him. He was really far away, living here alone, meditating on Buddhism.

At noon, rice, turnips, and some pickles were eaten. In such ancient times, there were especially few dishes in winter.

He knew that my place existed, but he didn't pay much attention to me, just like I was just a passer-by, passing by and begging for a bowl of food. He probably thought I'd go.

However, I didn't.

While he washed the dishes, I still sat on the threshold and looked around. I am a quiet person, I once stayed in the Protectorate Mansion, it was a day, and I didn't feel bored.

Finally, he looked at me suspiciously, and then entered the study in the west courtyard to read. So, I built a snowman in his yard.

All afternoon, I was busy.

Rolling a snowball, from the east courtyard to the west courtyard, and then from the west courtyard to the east courtyard, the snowball was not big enough, so I rolled outside, and when I came back, he was looking sideways at the unformed snowman in my yard.

I laboriously put on the head that rolled out of the outside, then went to the firewood room to find some branches, and then went to the kitchen to pick up two briquettes, and put them on the snowman, and the snowman was done.

Unwrap your cloak and cover it with a snowman, the dawn shines from the sky, and the snowman smiles brightly in the yard.

He came out of the house, looked at the twilight, and his eyes brought worry: "Female benefactor, it's time to go down the mountain." ”

"Down the mountain?" I blinked, "I don't know the way, it's getting late, I won't go down." "I didn't look at him and started to continue snowballing.

"I'll take you down." He said after a long time. I rolled the snowball: "I'm going to be a wife for this snowman, you don't care about me." ”

He was stunned, sighed lightly, turned inside, and continued to sit at the desk, looking at the scriptures in his hand.

In the evening, I still eat rice and turnips, as well as pickles.

Then he began to prostrate to the Buddha and meditate with his eyes closed. Instead of snowballing, I sat next to him.

I moved, and moved, and the corners of his eyebrows moved very visibly, and he sighed softly. Then I was next to him, staring at the Bodhisattva.

"Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, why did you send me to this world? How nice my original world was, there was air conditioning, it wouldn't be hot in the summer and not cold in the winter. You can eat a variety of fruits and vegetables all year round......"

A long time ago, Yifei asked me if I was from Wonderland, because only where immortals lived, it would be like this, and I replied with a smile that it was technology.

"And there is no moon on the moon at all, and there are no cute rabbits, only a pile of stones......"

At that time, Yifei always said that I was talking nonsense, saying that if there were no immortals, how could the moon shine, and I told him that it was the sun touching the earth.

"It is said that if there is a cause, there is an effect, Bodhisattva, you asked me to come here for the cause, what is the effect?"

Glancing at him, his brows furrowed.

I bit my lower lip and sneaked closer to him, a little, a little more, and finally, gently leaned into his body with a hint of sandalwood.

Suddenly, he pulled out, and there was a faint anger in his amber eyes: "Female donor, the place of Buddhism is cultivated, it is inconvenient to stay with female guests, please leave." ”

"I'm not leaving!" I sat cross-legged on the futon, and I said, "You have what it takes to throw me out of here." When I freeze to death and starve to death outside, don't worry about me! ”

"Good! Whatever you want! He brushed his sleeves away and left me in the temple.

I smiled at the Bodhisattva: "It's going to be angry, it's okay." ”

The next day, I was still the same. Morning followed behind his ass. Build a snowman in the afternoon and sit in the Buddha hall in the evening.

Day 3...... Business as usual......

The dish is the same every day. Turnips, pickles. I guess he did it on purpose, wanting me to leave because I was bored, but I dared to be a dynamic and quiet person.

It's just that I'm a little tired when I sit and sleep in the Buddha hall every day.

Day 4. I took his bed, and he looked at me angrily and annoyed, and threw me out of the yard without saying a word, so I sat down at the door.

He was really ruthless this time, and he didn't open the door until night.

In the winter, it is so cold that the bones hurt at night, and although the internal force can warm up the body, it is very physically demanding. Plus the first three days were all meditation. The body is a little unbearable.

So, I sneaked into the firewood room. Sleep in the firewood to warm up.

When he woke up, he found himself sleeping on the bed, and on the pillow, there was the same faint sandalwood fragrance as his body. The sun was shining outside the window, and four snowmen were smiling in the yard.

A bowl of white porridge on the table is steaming warmly, clean white porridge, crystal transparent, small osmanthus sprinkled on the white porridge, and the fragrance of osmanthus is wafting all over the roof beams with the heat.

Sweet porridge, heartwarming.

Once the emperor, but also how to cook and wash dishes, what an interesting phenomenon.

It seems that I understood the words of the mirror.

Half a year ago, he was just Xuanyuan Yifei, arrogant and arrogant, and he couldn't dissolve into Shu Yuan.

Now, in his practice of Buddhism, he gradually looked down on the world's feelings and turned into a distant dust.

When he is completely pure, I will lose him forever.

When I went out, I didn't find him, so I should have gone to play ice.

Take off the cloak from the snowman and smile at the four snowmen, they are Yifei, Lige, Linhe, and Qiu, today, it's time to make a mirror.

On the sixth day, the dish changed, although it was still a vegetarian dish, but it was no longer radish and pickles, but coherent, potatoes, very simply, were braised in a braised way.

He still had a straight face, but his eyelids were drooping. It's been a long time since he's shown this ice face.

Before I moved, he took the rice bowl and ate it without a bite, but he only ate white rice, not vegetables. When I took a bite, his hand holding the chopsticks stopped in mid-air.

I ate it, and then, seeing that he seemed relieved, he ate again. Don't...... Is he afraid that these dishes will not suit my appetite?

That's right, he used to be an emperor, how can he cook?

After eating, continue to play.

Today I magnified my courage and threw a snowball at him in the window, and the snowball landed on the book in his hand, staining his book. He stood still, dusted the snow off the scriptures, and continued to read.

Then, I threw another one.

He didn't move, the corners of his eyebrows furrowed.

So, the third.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and threw me out of the yard again, locking me out.

Naturally, I didn't leave and continued to sit outside the door.

At dinner, he opened the door and looked down at me coldly: "It's time to eat." ”

It was the first thing he had said since he had chased me away that day.

I grinned and followed in, and the courtyard door closed again.

On the seventh day, he ignored my snowball, closed the window and closed the door to protect his quiet world.

On the eighth day, I stopped throwing snowballs and sat in the door of his study and dozed off. He didn't seem to hear my commotion and opened the window.

He looked, and when his face turned to me, I deliberately retracted his body so that he couldn't see me, and then I poked my head out again, and saw a loss on his face, and after a trace of anxiety crossed his eyes, he smiled faintly: "Still...... Gone......"

I leaned out of the corner and waved at him, "Hey! I'm still here. ”

He was stunned, lowered his eyelids, and closed the window with a twitch of his eyebrows, and I was in the corner. He must have read the book and could see it, and he didn't feel my breath.

On the ninth day, when I started to make Lei's snowman, he suddenly came out of the study, grabbed my arm, and asked loudly, "What do you want?!" ”

I looked at his sadistic face suspiciously, and smiled, "I like it when you peek at me sleeping at night." ”

He froze, his body began to stiffen, did he really not know? Every night, he would come to my bedside, cover me with the quilt, and then, after watching me for a long time, leave with a tangled face.

Then, I ignored him and continued to build my snowman.

Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and, again, threw me out of the hospital, pointing down the mountain: "You go!" There you go! ”

"Good!" I said, then turned around and headed down the mountain.

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