Winter is coming, a cold and snowy land, the two of them went out together in brocade cotton clothes with fur trims, winter boots squeaked on the snow, Han Xiang let out a string of silver bell-like laughter: "Let's build a snowman!" Let's see who's stacking fast!"

Han Xiang's hands and feet were nimble, and soon he gathered two heavy snow balls, stacked them together, and the body of a snowman was piled up, "What kind of nose do you like, carrots or green peppers, or I will cut half a tomato for you and add two puff fans, as well as a ready-made nail rake, how about calling you Marshal Tianpeng?"

Before she finished speaking, under the speechless gaze of Fang Qinghan on the side, Han Xiang watched as the smaller snow ball rolled down from the big snow ball neatly.

This is a nagging heroine, it is simply disgusting.

Winter goes to spring, the relationship between the two is getting stronger, this day, it is a good day with a beautiful day, Han Xiang caught the butterfly kite he made and ran on the green lawn, bursts of laughter like silver bells kept ringing, she ran for a while, went around in a circle and returned to him, her cheeks were red and she was out of breath.

He took out his handkerchief and wiped his forehead with a gentle face for her sweaty head, Han Xiang tilted his head, looked at him with bright eyes, and couldn't help blurting out: "Fang Sheng!" I'm very alive! ”

Fang Sheng raised his head, a pair of black and white eyes full of doubts, and looked at her puzzled, Han Xiang's smiling eyes bent, grabbed his right hand, and wrote it down seriously-Fang Sheng, I will live soon!

Fang Sheng blinked, grabbed Han Xiang's right hand with his backhand, and wrote stroke by stroke-I am also very happy.

Han Xiang was happy in his heart, and ran away like a kite wind, and ran back in a blink of an eye, looking at him very seriously: "Fang Sheng, what do you want?" ”

Fang Sheng was slightly stunned, his face showed a little loneliness, he waved his hand, Han Xiang's eyes widened, and he refused to let him go easily: "Tell me, tell me!" ”

Fang Sheng couldn't be entangled by her, so he had to write word by word in the palm of her hand - I just want to hear your voice.

I just want to hear from you.

Han Xiang read the words he wrote in his palm word by word, his heart seemed to explode with a thunderbolt, he came back to his senses, and looked at the handsome young man who was smiling gently in front of him, and he was stupid.

In the dead of night, the firewood door of the wooden house was gently opened, and Han Xiang held the bamboo basket in his hand, quietly walking towards the depths of the dense forest, and finally stopped in front of an old tree that could only be surrounded by three people.

Take out the sacrifices prepared in advance in the bamboo basket one by one, Han Xiang prayed seriously, last time, she made a wish here, wishing that if she has a heart, she can listen to her chatter all day long and never get tired, but the next day, her wish came true, and she chose Fang Sheng to come back.

In the dark, an old voice rang in the sky and close to the ear: "In order to restore his hearing, you are really willing to do anything?" ”

Han Xiang raised his head in surprise and joy, stared at the old tree in front of him, and nodded reverently: "If you are willing, you are willing to do anything!" ”

Between heaven and earth, there was a long sigh, as if even the gods and Buddhas were unwilling to continue, and said for a while: "What if the price is that you will never be able to speak again?" ”

Let a person who can even be a plant and tree as an object of conversation, and never speak again-

Han Xiang took a few steps back in shock, his pretty face changed color several times, his only wish was to hear her voice, but if she couldn't speak, he regained his hearing-

He will realize the joy of being awakened by the joy of birds singing in the morning, and hear the beautiful sound of rain hitting plantains—

In the end, all she had left in her mind was the sparkling thought of him regaining his hearing, and the color of struggle on her pale pretty face was gone, and she made up her mind completely, "I am willing, exchange my voice for his hearing!" ”

Han Xiang carried the bamboo basket and returned home slowly, Fang Sheng greeted her with a look of surprise, he grabbed her hands, put them behind his ears, and looked at her lips with expectation.

Han Xiang was surprised and delighted, his lips moved, but he still didn't make a sound.

In the silence, the rustle of the wind blowing through the leaves, the chirping of birds in the distance, the cooing of frogs hiding in the mud pond, all the sounds seemed to be amplified countless times, and the silent two people in the middle of the picture became more and more pathetic.

Han Xiang no longer spoke, Fang Sheng only regained his hearing, the lives of the two of them were completely occupied by quiet, Xiaocao saw that Han Xiang was no longer lying on his stomach, and the big tree was no longer bowing down, everything seemed to have become normal, but the smile on her face gradually decreased, and his smile gradually disappeared.

In the blink of an eye, it was autumn, the grass and trees were dry, Han Xiang decided to go to the depths of the woods again and ask the old tree, in the future, she really can't talk anymore?

This time, there was no sound to answer her.

Han Xiang walked back in despair, and before she got home, she saw a fire burning half of the sky from a distance, she was shocked, threw away the bamboo basket in her hand, and ran desperately towards the wooden house.

In the wooden house that was about to collapse, a figure loomed, Han Xiang couldn't control it anymore, and a sharp voice pierced the sky: "Fang Sheng!" ”

As soon as the voice came out, her body suddenly lightened, and Han Xiang was horrified to find that she was becoming transparent little by little.

The next moment, she suddenly looked up at Fang Sheng who was struggling in the fire, gritted her teeth, and resolutely rushed in.

There was a long sigh between heaven and earth, and a voice sounded slowly: "Idiot-"

Then a finger appeared from the sky, filling the entire field of vision, and directly pointed at Han Xiang's head, whose whole body had become translucent.

Before falling unconscious, Han Xiang vaguely heard another male voice accompanied by laughter: "Haha, Long Jun, you lost!" ”

Han Xiang, who woke up again, was already in a fairyland, with misty smoke and clouds, pavilions and pavilions, all of which were made of gold carvings and jade, and there were fairy birds and beasts shuttling among them, just like a fairy scene.

The laughing male voice he heard before he fell unconscious suddenly sounded in his ears: "Yingge, have you remembered everything?" ”

Han Xiang was dressed in a neon robe and feathers, his eyebrows were a little more exquisite, and he glanced coldly at the immortal monarch in front of him who was dressed in white and jade crown, and turned his head hatefully.

It turned out that she was originally a seven-colored parrot raised by Xianjun, and after opening her mind, she couldn't stop chattering all day long, which made Xianjun irritable, and couldn't help but complain to the visiting Long Jun, and Long Jun made a bet with him, betting that he could shut up Yingge.

In order to win the bet, the noble Lord Longjun did not hesitate to turn into a mortal man in person, accompanied her to eat coarse tea, and played a trick of playing the house.

Phew, two stinky shameless ones.

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