Her figure was already far away, and a person turned out from behind the tree, standing there looking at the psychic tablet, his eyes deep.

Li Yong walked up to his side and gave him a salute: "Yue Guogong." ”

Zhan Yue didn't look at him, just muttered, "She's gone!" ”

"Yes, gone." Li Yong looked in the direction where Qiu Yinong left, and said with a very contradictory look in his eyes: "Will Yue Guogong regret it?" ”

It was Zhan Yue who first met him, and by chance he knew about the events of the year, and Zhan Yue could have hidden Qiu Yinong, but he persuaded Li Yong and asked Li to tell Qiu Yinong that he knew the result, as long as Qiu Yinong knew this secret, this splendid palace would no longer be able to keep her!

The man stood in the midst of the snowflakes, the focus of his eyes didn't know where it fell, looking at it like this, he always felt infinitely sad, Li Yong didn't know what to say, and heard Zhan Yue say softly: "The sand that can't be held can be raised." ”

"If you can't keep it, let it go."

It took him ten years to understand one thing, even though Qiu Yi hated Zhan Yu very much, and it was impossible to have any results with him, but she still couldn't forget a dry bone Huan, time passed, took away the past and took away the past, but only couldn't take away the person in her heart.

If he doesn't come back, she's alone!

Li Yong glanced at Zhan Yue, and sighed in his heart: "You are the suave King of Yue, why are you so worried about a woman?" ”

Everyone in the world knows that Yue Guogong is infatuated with autumn, but Luohua is ruthless and intentionally flowing water, for so many years, he is extremely honored in front of her, but it is only a gift of monarchs and ministers, no husband and wife!

The man turned around slightly, and Li Yong clearly saw his shoulders trembling, and heard the wind bring his melancholy voice: "How can I bear to make her sad?" ”

In the end, all the voices faded away, and only the figure of the man remained, covered in snow!

The snow is reckless, the vast plain is endless, the snowflakes have fallen, covering the plain with a layer of soft white waves, the wind blows, the snowflakes are gently raised, the woman stands in front of the grass, the turban raised by the wind and snow, revealing half of the delicate face of autumn.

She rode a horse for more than ten days, and couldn't sleep for two hours every night, and in more than ten days, she lost a whole circle of weight, and when the wind and snow hit, she was so cold that she shivered, but she couldn't help the joy in her heart!

That night many years ago, he said that if he wanted to find him in the future, he would come to this isolated prairie, a forgotten land that was inaccessible to people, only the green smoke of the grass house.

She stood in front of the grass for a long time, and the snowflakes covered her body with a thick layer of snow, but she did not dare to move.

For fear of walking over and knocking on that door, the person who appeared at the door was too strange to her.

In the evening, someone pushed open the door of the grass house, and the white figure walked from the door, with a slender body in a moon-white robe, a silver-white hair tied up at will, and a scar on his face that had been burned by the fire, but his eyebrows were still Qinghua.

From behind him came a small white fox, its fluffy fur glowing, and it stood there looking at her, and then raised its head and rubbed the corner of the man's robe, and its mouth squeaked and did not know what it was calling.

The man whispered a touch of its fur, and it quickly fell silent, and he straightened up to look at hers, and smiled lightly, "Girl, is she lost?" ”

The place is inaccessible, and he has not been seen for ten years.

Qiu Yinong's heart suddenly seemed to have been run over by something, and every inch of her bones began to hurt, because she saw that his eyes were so chaotic and snow-white that he could no longer see the light.

However, he knew that she was a woman, and he thought that he had been invisible for a long time, and his sense of smell could already feel the residual smell of rouge on her body.

She smiled hard, tilted her head and asked him, "It's been ten years, don't you remember me?" ”

The warm smile on the face of the man standing in front of the grass suddenly froze, but soon, his eyebrows widened with relief, and he smiled as gently as before: "Ten years of life and death are boundless, not self-measurable, unforgettable." ”

He beckoned to her, his eyes a little wet: "How dare I forget?" ”

Ten years of longing and pain, he can only spend it alone, how can he bear to be a burden to her?

She walked towards him step by step, and the little fox at his feet jumped for joy, as if sensing the pleasure of her master.

The man smiled at her dotingly, unable to see her eyebrows, but could paint every inch of her skin and every look in his heart, and his voice was choked with all his might: "Why are you here?" ”

It's been ten years, and she's finally found it.

She walked over and reached out to hold his hand, the man's palm was cold, she covered his hand on her chest, she warmed his hand, she wanted to laugh, but laughed and laughed but cried.

Tears rained down, and in the end only one sentence was not painful: "I'm here to accompany you for the New Year." ”

Everything is in silence, and there is no need to say anything about deep love.

Decade.

In this world, all encounters are reunions after a long absence!