The story takes place in Chang'an.

At that time, he was only a disciple of the head of Huashan.

Wucheng Mo on the spring breeze farewell, dry more pavilion side twilight.

His name is Wuxun.

On the third day of the lunar month, the snow fell heavily in Huashan, and he was ordered by the head of the family to collect herbs in the mountains.

The cold wind is cold, whistling in the mountains, everything is withering, only the cold plum and the proud snow.

On the bare ground was a heavy blanket of snow, leaving a few hare tracks, and small scratches of foraging birds, and his dented footprints, which were quickly refilled by the snow.

The boy's small figure slowly walked forward with a little difficulty in the Huashan Mountains, and the basket of herbs he carried behind him was constantly filled with new herbs, and it was constantly covered with snow.

The snow was falling, and the boy finally stopped, rubbing his little red hands, and put them to his mouth, and the hot air dissolved into a white mist in the cold air, spreading as it rose.

He raised his head, a few white snowflakes fell on his face, instantly turned into a few crystal droplets, he looked at the sun that was gradually setting in the blue sky, narrowed his eyes slightly, and estimated the current hour.

It's unitary time.

He lowered his head, dusted the snow off his body, and prepared to go back, when he took a step when he was caught by a spot in the snow.

It seemed to be a package, and the white cloth looked exceptionally inconspicuous in the snow, but it was enough to get his attention.

With some curiosity in his heart, he walked in that direction.

It's a swaddling baby.

The baby in swaddling clothes had fallen asleep quietly at this time, a few snowflakes had fallen on his long eyelashes, and his little face, which had been pale from the cold, looked almost transparent against the white snow.

Shocked, he hurriedly picked up the baby who had been abandoned in the snow and stretched out his hand to probe her snort.

Still alive!

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But the breath was so weak that if he was still abandoned here, the baby would have frozen to death in a short time.

Secretly cursing in his heart for the injustice of the person who did this, how could he bear to bury a newborn baby in the ice and snow, he bent his knees slightly, put down the basket of herbs behind his back, and without hesitation, took off his coat and wrapped it around the baby's body.

A cold wind blew, mixed with heavy snow, and he shivered with cold.

Looking at the slightly ruddy baby in his arms, he gritted his teeth, put the basket of herbs on his back again, and continued walking.

………

He named the baby girl Twilight.

The clouds are low and twilight, and the snow is dancing back to the wind.

The twilight snow in the mountains comes from this.

She is the first female disciple of Huashan, but because she has been weak since she was a child, it is not easy to learn martial arts, and she is a complete martial arts wastewood.

What's more worth mentioning is that she is different from ordinary people's eyes, ordinary people's eyes are all black, but she is a gold and black heterochromatic pupils.

It is in response to the poem "The world is full of fragrant flowers in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom", and the peach blossoms are still in April in Huashan.

She sat barefoot on the swing, her eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the sun.

The breeze blew gently, driving the swing to swing slowly, mixed with the smell of moist herbs, rolling up a few peach blossoms on the branches, fluttering with the wind, carefully brushing the beauty's fair cheeks, and quietly falling on her hair and clothes.

Suddenly she heard the sound of footsteps approaching, she suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes were full of joy, she jumped off the swing, and the petals on her clothes fell to the ground, leaving the swing swaying back and forth in the air.

"Senior Brother Wuxun!"

She ran towards him with a smile, her fluttering skirt fluttering in the wind, inadvertently revealing her white and delicate feet. Three thousand flowers rose with the wind, swept through the bursts of fragrance, and painted a scroll of fragrance.

"Ayuki."

She ran in front of Wu Xun, her eyes smiling like two crescents.

"Senior Brother Wuxun, you're back!"

The man standing in front of her was long and picturesque. The years have flown by, and fifteen years have washed away all the childishness in him.

He looked at the girl in front of him, his gaze couldn't help but soften a little, he stretched out his hand, gently brushed the girl's long black hair, and brought a few peach blossoms falling from her hair.

Looking at the girl's thin and thin body, he took off his coat and draped it over the girl's body.

"The temperature in Huashan is only slightly warmer, and you are dressed so thinly, you are not afraid of catching a cold and hurting your body?"

"Axue is not cold." As she said this, she pulled the cloak on her body a little.

Wu Xun couldn't help laughing when he saw this, he stretched out his fingers and scratched her nose dotingly, and said, "Also, didn't Senior Brother tell you that a girl's feet can't be shown to others, how can you not wear shoes?" ”

Twilight didn't answer, she looked at Wu Xun, and saw her figure reflected in his dark eyes, and also saw the thousands of tenderness in his eyes.

Like water, like the wind, like the brocade flowers.

Finally, Twilight Xue looked away at Wu Xun, and she lowered her head slightly and muttered something in a low voice.

“…… But Senior Brother Wuxun is not an outsider. ”

Hearing this, this time it was Wuxun who was out of his mind.

You know, a woman can only show her feet in front of her husband?

Unheard of Wuxun's voice, Twilight looked up at Wuxun, who was still distracted, carefully raised a hand, and shook it in front of Wuxun's eyes.

"Senior Brother Wuxun?" She whispered tentatively.

Wu Xun came back to his senses, he looked at Duxue again, his eyes were thick and gentle, and it was a fog of affection, and no matter how bright the morning light was, it couldn't be melted away.

"Let's go." He pulled Twilight's slightly cool hand through his sleeve, "Take you back to the room, don't suffer the cold." ”

………

That night, Twilight fell ill with a fever.

Regarding taking care of Twilight, Wu Xun has always done it himself, and he seems to be very worried about leaving this matter to others, since he was a child.

This time, of course, was no exception, he was busy taking out, and it was only after Twilight had finished her last sip of medicine and covered her with a quilt that he was relieved and had a moment of free time.

He sat on the edge of Twilight's bed, looking at Twilight's cheeks, which were a little red from fever, his eyes full of worry and pity.

Soon, Twilight's even breathing was mixed with the sound of grinding teeth, and he knew that she was asleep.

Wu Xun slowly stood up and was about to leave, but he heard intermittent talking from the bed.

"Wu...... Wu Xun, senior brother ......"

He paused, and then took the steps he had just taken and retracted them.

"Ayuki...... To be there for you forever......"

He was stunned, and then he smiled.

Like a spring breeze in March, it blows away the icy snow in the mountains.

"Okay."

Wuxun leaned over, left a kiss between Twilight's forehead, and whispered in her ear.

"Always by your side."

The night is quiet, the moon is not in the middle of the month, and occasionally a few wisps of green clouds caress Chanjuan, as if whispering the soft and unspeakable hearts in each other's hearts.

Love is hidden in the passing years, when will you know?

In July of the following year, the original head of Huashan abdicated, and his personal disciple Wu Xun served as the current head of Huashan.

At this time, the country was in turmoil, there were foreign invasions of the Central Plains, and there were droughts and famines in the internal regions, and the world was not very peaceful.

Among them, in the southwest of Chang'an, there is a tribe called Fenma that has the most serious famine, and there has been no drop of water for several months.

The country is in turmoil, although it is far away in Huashan, it is impossible not to be affected by it, as the head of a faction, Wuxun is very busy.

Although the time spent with Twilight Snow has decreased, if the two love each other is long, how can they be in the morning and twilight?

If it has been like this, there is not much vigor, joy and sorrow, and the people you love are flowing lightly, and spending this life in peace is also a beautiful thing.

However, the world is often impermanent, how many things are difficult to determine, good luck and misfortune are uncertain, peaks and loops, like waking up from a dream, but it is already the moon and stars.

In the Quercus Clan——

The hot and dry wind swept through the barren loess, hustling the vicissitudes of the July drought.

There was a rudimentary altar on the cracked earth, and although it was extremely hot outside, there was a chill around the altar to the bone.

The altar was filled with dry wood, and in the center of this pile of dry wood was a young girl tied to a wooden pillar.

Her pale skin was bloodless, only slightly reddened by the hemp rope, her eyes were half-closed weakly, her head drooped, her messy hair fell in front of her, and the hem of her clothes fluttered freely in the hot air with the wind, and she gave birth to a sense of beauty.

Someone sent her an order to go down the mountain, saying that the head of the family had something to tell her, and she didn't suspect that person, who knew that there was a traitor in Huashan.

"Burn her!"

"The Holy Maiden sacrifices to the heavens and asks for rain from the heavens!"

"She should have froze to death! It's all because she's not dead that we're going to have a famine! ”

"The saints of our clan have always been golden pupils, and she, a monster with different pupils, is not worthy of being our saintess!"

"Burn her! Burn her! ”

“……”

No, she's not a saint at all.

Twilight shook her head weakly, she tried to speak, but found that her throat was hoarse and she couldn't make a sound.

As the agitated and angry noise of the people around her intensified, she struggled to raise her head, only to see a middle-aged man throwing a burning torch into the firewood pile of the altar.

Orange-yellow flames were reflected in her pupils, spreading quickly in the howling of the wind.

The flames kept rising, dancing strangely in the air with the wind, rolling up waves of heat.

The crackling sound of burning wood in my ears gradually drowned out the irrational roaring and cursing of the people around me.

It hurts......

The pain of the blazing skin gradually spread throughout his body, and he closed his eyes in almost despair.

Senior Brother Wuxun......

At the same time, many Huashan disciples surrounded the Fenma tribe, but they were blocked by the tribe from continuing to move forward.

"The internal affairs of my clan, I hope that the head of Huashan will not interfere, please go back!"

Wu Xun's face was cold, and he was as gentle as before, his right hand clenched the hilt of the sword, and his knuckles were slightly white from excessive exertion.

Seeing that Wuxun had no intention of retreating, everyone was a little flustered.

"Wuxun, you have always been known for your benevolence and righteousness, and even became the head of the house, if you dare to kill me today, you will be ruined in the future!"

As if he didn't bother to say anything to the person in front of him, the next second, the sword was sold.

………

It didn't take long, but it seemed like a long time, and I gradually lost feeling the sharp pain of the fire burning my skin.

Consciousness continued to dissipate in the passage of life, and in the firelight of the sky, it seemed that I saw that familiar figure again.

Obviously, my eyes can barely see clearly, but I seem to see so clearly and clearly.

Senior Brother Wuxun, you are finally here.

It's nice to see you at the last moment of my life.

Senior Brother Wuxun, do you know?

Ah Xue likes you so much.

It's the kind of love that wants to be a senior brother and lady of Wuxun.

It's a pity that I can't tell you in person......

With no more strength to open her eyes, her vision, consciousness, and life were plunged into endless darkness.

If there is an afterlife, I only hope that you and I can hold hands and spend the years together.

………

It was a long dry July, but snow was falling in the sky.

"Ah Xue!"

The fire on the altar had been extinguished by the snow, and the crowd had already dispersed when the Huashan disciples broke in.

Wu Xun hurriedly ran to the altar, and even used light steps.

He dropped the blood-stained sword in his hand, knelt in front of Twilight in embarrassment, and picked up the bloody, almost completely charred corpse with trembling hands, unwrapped his coat, and wrapped it around her.

Just like he had met her sixteen years ago in the winter.

It's still late.

Wuxun hugged Twilight Snow tightly, pressed it against her chest, and landed a heavy kiss on her forehead.

Spend a lifetime of gentleness.

You said you wanted to be by my side forever.

I'll be with you shortly.

"The disciples of Huashan listen to the order!"

"In!"

"From now on, I will resign as the head of Huashan, and the next head of Huashan will be held by my five disciples."

"Think twice!" All the Huashan disciples knelt down together.

"Besides, kill all the Quercosa people."

Just because I love you, whether it's wrong or right.

If I lose you, what does it have to do with me?

A thousand years of fame, I will bury you.

"Huashan is a decent family, and I know that this move is against morality, so I will definitely remove my name from Huashan in the future."

"And ......" Wu Xun finally looked at Twilight Snow in his arms, his eyes were full of tenderness, "When I die, bury me and her together." ”

"Master!"

………

The snow gave heaven and earth a plain dress, and the bright red blood stained the snow all over the ground, like a gorgeous flower blooming on the ground.

As the saying goes, fire flows in July, and clothes are given in September.

But I don't know that in July, snow can also fall.