After Xi Hua left, Feng Qingyan lay on the bed casually, she didn't have a good rest in the past few days, and as soon as she relaxed a little, she felt very tired.

So it didn't take long for him to fall asleep.

At night, half-asleep, she seemed to have a dream, someone was approaching her, raising his hand to gently caress her eyebrows, muttering but not hearing what was being said, and she saw Yunshen's face......

She woke up in an instant, and when she opened her eyes, she looked around the room, but she didn't see any figure, and the dream just now suddenly became so illusory, only the howling of the cold wind outside was real.

She lowered her head, still a little disappointed in her heart.

Sitting on the bed, her knees bent, her hands unconsciously folded, and her chin rested on her knees, a pair of eyes revealing loneliness.

They've been separated for almost a month, and I don't know how he's doing now, and if it's a little longer, I'll forget about her, right? That's it, too.

After sitting like this for a while, she suddenly remembered something, turned around, touched her hand under the pillow, and pulled out her hand with a beaded hair ornament in her hand.

The slender fingertips brushed over the bead flower, and when he remembered the day at the gate of the palace, when he pinned this bead flower for her with his own hands, he still felt a little sweet in his heart.

The corners of his lips couldn't help but sketch a smile.

But when I think of the current situation, my heart is stained with a trace of bitterness, which spreads little by little.

She pinned the beaded flowers in her hair, and then got out of bed, wearing a thin gauzy red dress, she opened the door of the wooden house with a pair of jade hands, and the wind and snow of the winter night poured in, blowing the red dress on her body, messing the ends of her hair, but she did not feel cold.

It's snowing again, and the red plums here have already bloomed.

The snow contrasted with the night, and under the blowing of the wind and snow, she walked down the steps of the wooden house step by step, and the faint fragrance of plum blossoms brushed through her nose, and then dispersed with the wind and snow.

Speaking of which, she hadn't seen plum blossoms for a long, long time, and the last time was in the modern world, when she was with Master.

It was her first winter since she was reborn.

This piece of red plum forest, as if it was specially planted by someone, is surrounded by flat land, there are no bushes and some other sundries, it has obviously been taken care of, and I don't know how Xi Hua found this place for her to live.

She stood in the wind and snow, closed her eyes, and could feel the scent of plum blossoms in her nose.

When she opened her eyes again, she stretched out her hand and conjured a red ribbon, which lay quietly in the palm of her hand, and the long ends were constantly flying and intertwining in the wind and snow, like the lingering between lovers.

She blindfolded herself with a ribbon and tied it to the back of her head, so that she could not see everything.

Her footsteps lingered in the red plum forest, a red skirt swayed with her steps, her head tilted slightly, the fragrance of flowers lingered in her nose again and again, the wind blew the flying flowers in the sky, and the same piece of crystal frost and snow was entangled, occasionally one or two fell on her forehead, gently, as if blooming with the delicate blood lotus imprint.

Plum, it belongs to the fragrance of winter, different from his seasonal flowers. The poet Wang Mian of the Yuan Dynasty once wrote a poem: This body is written in the ice and snow forest, and the peach and plum are mixed with fragrant dust.

The world appreciates the plum, praises its flowers and is lonely and proud of the snow, and sighs at its quality Ling Han is independent, but she wants to abandon all this, leaving only the dark fragrance that attacks people far away.

The plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a piece of fragrance.

Not far away, someone was quietly following her footsteps, walking all the way forward, but turned his head, and his eyes fell on her through the layers of plum blossom branches.

He watched her raise her hand and take the flower branch, bow slightly, and he watched her pause occasionally, standing on tiptoe to sniff the fragrance of a blooming red plum blossom, and her hair was wearing the pearl flower he had given her.

A ribbon blindfolds your eyes, but it can't cover your face, hooking your lips and smiling, only adding stunning color and not fading beauty. In the snowy night of the plum forest, you are the only one in your heart.

In fact, I want to approach you step by step, but I am afraid of disturbing this rare you, but you go step by step, I am even more afraid that I will see you without a trace, so I am willing to follow your footsteps, just to look at you from afar.

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Time passed slowly, and Feng Qingyan almost walked through half of the red plum forest, and the cold fragrance made her sober.

After taking a few steps further, she suddenly bumped into a strong chest, and someone reached out and took her into her arms, and the familiar breath replaced the faint plum fragrance.

The soft call of "Yan'er ......" inadvertently revealed too many emotions, including endless thoughts and strong affection, as well as grievances.

Feng Qingyan was startled, but in the next step, she didn't know what to do, and her brain was blank.

His appearance was a surprise to her, although she couldn't see everything around her, she could use her divine sense to perceive it, and the reason why she didn't find him was most likely that he deliberately hid himself.

Ye Yunshen hugged her tightly, he buried his face in her neck, feeling the presence of the person in his arms, only to feel that this was really not a dream.

He put everything down and ran around looking for her for nearly a month, getting news about her, even if he didn't know whether it was true or not, he rushed over as soon as possible, because he didn't want to miss all the opportunities to find her.

He had fantasized about their reunion many times, and he thought he would ask her why she had abandoned him, if he had done something wrong. Did he her off? Why did she leave him alone?

But when he saw someone at the moment, he just wanted to hug her into his arms and tell her, let's be okay.

However, the woman in his arms remained motionless, and this feeling made his heart very uneasy, for fear that the person in his arms was just another delusion of his own.

He let go of the hand that held her, glanced at the person in front of him, and then raised his hand again, and untied the red ribbon that covered her eyes, and the thin gauzy ribbon slipped from his fingertips and flew away with the wind and snow.

She looked at him blankly, her eyes were still the beauty of her memory, but there was no starlight in them at the moment, but complex emotions emerged.

"Yun Shen ......" She took a step back, the person she missed was in front of her, she wanted to leave but was reluctant, she wanted to stay in the bottom of her heart, but there was a voice questioning her:

Aren't you going to leave him? Why hesitate? If you don't stop interrupting, you will suffer from it!

"If you are still willing to call me a word of Yunshen, then this is worth all the love words in the world." He raised his hand and gently stroked her delicate eyebrows, which he had been thinking about day and night, and now he was finally close again.

His hand slid down from top to bottom, caressing her cheek, then lifting her chin and slowly closing a pair of slender peach blossom eyes as she lowered her head.

In the red plum forest, petals intertwined in mid-air with the wind and snow, just like when they kissed in a low voice.