That night, he went to play with Zhan Yu, and when he passed by Qianqiu Palace, he was inexplicably curious.

He broke away all his minions and walked into the Qianqiu Palace, which made him miserable for the rest of his life.

It was a snowy night, the goose feather-like dense snowflakes danced in the air, and the plum blossoms in the Qianqiu Palace bloomed just right, but they were empty, and there was no figure, so that this beautiful scenery bloomed alone.

At that time, he just sighed that there was such a beautiful scenery in this Qianqiu Palace.

Got up, and walked towards the depths of the Qianqiu Palace, and walked to a courtyard behind, he looked up, and the three words of Begonia Garden on the door were mottled, and there were snowflakes that fell in the ravine of the font and refused to melt.

He took advantage of the excitement and walked in.

The begonia garden is very large, and I don't know how many begonia trees have been planted, but the leaves have fallen bare due to the harsh winter.

The bare trunks were covered with snow and crystal clear.

When he was young, he liked such a quiet place more than he liked it, and he turned around and was about to leave.

The moment he turned around, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a bright red figure passing through the begonia forest growing in a disorderly manner, and the small figure was wrapped in a red polar cloak, as if he didn't see him, and walked straight into the depths of the begonia garden.

When he ran, the red cloak and trench coat on his thin body swayed, and the waist-length black hair flowed down, stretching and beating behind the girl.

Snowflakes fall on the black hair, attach to it, and swing with the hair, mischievously entangled with the black hair, refusing to leave.

He stood there, suddenly feeling surprised.

Without thinking about it, he followed, quietly followed the girl's footprints, and in the depths of the Begonia Garden, he saw the figure of the girl squatting on the ground, the red cloak scattered on the white snow behind her, and the waist-length long hair hung down to the snow, lying there meekly and softly.

Covered with snowflakes, it is breathtakingly beautiful.

He saw the girl squatting under a begonia tree, constantly digging a pit at the root of the tree, digging with her bare hands, and beside her, there was a laughing black cat with mottled dots, very thin, lying there motionless, and her body was stiff.

Dead for a long time.

The girl sobbed quietly as she dug the hole, the snow covered the trees, and it was already very thick and frozen, and her hands were bruised, and bright red blood flowed out, and the snow she dug out was stained red.

and the bright red clothes on her body, which matched each other, he actually felt distressed.

After the pit was dug, the girl reached out and picked up the little black cat, held it in her arms and wrapped it in a cloak, as if she did not believe that it was dead, and wanted to use the temperature of her body to revive it.

It's a pity that she waited for a long time, but the little black cat just didn't wake up.

Late at night, the wind lantern hanging under the begonia tree was blown violently by the wind, and the girl reluctantly put the black cat in her arms into the pit.

As soon as I put it down, I picked it up again.

I was very distressed to pat off the dust on its body, and put the body of the black cat beside me.

He didn't know what she wanted to do, but suddenly he saw her take off her cloak, lay it on the ground, and put the kitten's corpse carefully, and the tears fell again, and the girl cried softly: "Brother Hua'er, you are gone, and no one will play with me in the future, I am so sad." ”

As he spoke, tears fell and dripped on the corpse of the little black cat.