The window opened a crack, and a cold wind blew through the crack.

Qingluo blinked his mouth, casually pulled the quilt on the big kang, and covered his swollen belly.

After a long moment, Qingluo rubbed his stomach, propped his other elbow on the soft quilt, and half got up.

The little feet that were tightly wrapped in woolen socks hung down on the edge of the big kang, swaying for a while.

Qingluo suddenly burst out laughing.

Looking at the oil lights in the distance, Qingluo laughed stupidly.

On December 15, Su Qingluo's birthday passed, and time flew by, coming to the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

The atmosphere of the New Year is getting more and more abundant, but it is not necessarily as lively as it is in modern times.

On the day of the Chinese New Year, only the village chief and a few families bought some firecrackers and lit them.

People in every household wore thick, patched padded jackets outside.

In addition to the sound of firecrackers resounding throughout most of the village, there are also groups of children, running by one by one.

If you get a few peanuts or a few melon seeds, you will have one or two pieces of inferior maltose in the more arrogant people's homes.

The children who were full of harvest shouted excitedly, and the cheerful laughter came and went, which completely ignited the atmosphere of the New Year in the whole village.

The Su family is out of place with the lively and noisy Dahuai Village.

Unlike the people in the courtyard of the village, the door of the Su family's courtyard was closed.

The children who had fun at the beginning forgot that this was the Su family, and were reminded by their parents not to go to the door often.

I tried to slap hard on the closed door, and finally it seemed that a few teenagers were talking at the door.

The child's muttering and the chaotic footsteps faded away from near to far, and the Su family fell into silence again.

More than a dozen people looked at each other without saying a word, and finally Su Qingyao and Su Qingling took out a much richer meal from the kitchen than usual.

If other people were watching eating like this, they would have gathered around the table and joked while eating.

But when the Su family looked at these, they always thought of the spacious and gorgeous mansion and the small maids walking by in a group during the previous New Year.

The family wore luxurious and delicate costumes and talked and laughed elegantly during the banquet.

And now in this cramped, more than a dozen people in the same room, they can only forcibly suppress the sigh silently.

Qingluo even prepared the New Year's eating room early, rejected Su Qingyao, and isolated her flattering face from the door.

Lighting the charcoal basin, Qingluo took off his shoes and outer skirt, and sat cross-legged on the big kang, with two quilts rolled up on his body, only his head outside.

On the side of the big kang is a box with snacks and sweets, some fried snacks.

The opposite window opened, and a cold wind howled in from outside.

Qingluo glanced at the charcoal basin that flickered in the cold wind and showed warmth tenaciously, and then looked at the two layers of quilts wrapped around his body, and smiled with satisfaction.

Through the narrow window, a calm light swept over the dark courtyard outside the wing.

Looking farther away, through the outer wall, I saw the dark night sky, occasionally a little light flashed, and was extinguished in the deep dark night.

Looking at this dark night, Qingluo thought of a person's eyes.

The man's eyes were so deep and dark, but when he saw himself, he shone brightly.

Qing Luo smiled, and the shallow dimples reflected on the beautiful and clean face.

The sound of cheerful laughter, which seemed far away, but could be heard clearly, and the noise of firecrackers that only occasionally sounded after a long time, the corners of Qingluo's mouth kept rising.

"Brother Gu, have a good New Year."

When he said this blessing, Qingluo naturally curled the corners of his lips with a soft smile.

The cold and warmth in the room were intertwined, and in this moment, the warmth intensified, and the coldness was not expelled, but suppressed.

In the dark, every household in Dahuai Village rarely has no savings, and they all light more or less oil lamps or candles, and there are torches lit in the yard.

The sporadic lights in the darkness should be staggered, and the secluded village road outside Dahuai Village only occasionally ran briskly past a few villagers, and soon fell silent.

In the distance, there was darkness, a deserted mountain, and a dead silence.

Passing through the mountain is the more dangerous and dangerous Dakui Mountain.

It seems that the New Year is also here, but it is just the roar of mountain beasts and even fierce beasts.

In the depths of Dakui Mountain, not to mention the cold winter and dark nights, even the midsummer day, there are very few people there.

Because that, it represents blood and death.

But many years ago, there was a human smoking.

A few random wooden stakes were deeply rooted in the ground, and in the face was an exposed cave.

A bonfire is lit in the courtyard, and the fire shines brightly, bringing light to one side.

Gu Jingyi was dressed in a simple black robe, which was not thin from him.

The tall and straight body sat casually under the steps in front of the cave at this time, the cold chill could not penetrate the thin black robe, and was extinguished by the scorching breath of the body full of explosive power.

On the other side of the fire, there was a large, sturdy black wolfdog, its sharp teeth looming as it breathed through its mouth.

Sharper than a sharp weapon.

Gu Jing put one hand on his knee, and the palm of the other hand was facing the firelight.

The shining firelight, under the light of his dark eyes, seemed to change slowly, reflecting a slender figure.

Gu Jingzhi's already straight back is even straighter, even if he sits, he looks like a javelin.

His upper body leaned slowly, and the figure slowly turned around, beautiful as jade, moist and elegant.

The bright and scorching firelight has become her foil.

But soon, the figure seemed to disappear in this firelight, and finally only the last meeting was left, like a beautiful smile blooming in a hundred flowers.

"Smack!"

A thick piece of wood burned and turned into ashes, and the light of the fire flickered, and a little sound came out, which woke up the man who had fallen into the gods.

"Cheonnak ......"

No one responded to him, and outside the courtyard was the colder mountain wind of the thorny valley, accompanied by the roar of the beast, and there was no sweet and warm response from the girl from beginning to end.

The man's cold and handsome face was shrouded in amazement.

She should now celebrate the New Year with everyone in the village, and celebrate the New Year with everyone in the warm house like spring.

And he is in the deep mountains and forests with a dog as a companion, and can only fantasize about her existence.

Even in her closed house, she couldn't look at the same sky as herself, and look at the same bright moon.

"The night is deep, and the moon is just as bright and bright, so beautiful."

The oil in the bedroom flickered in the cold wind, and the light shook as well.

A little bit of silver light shone in through half of the window, as if a layer of silver veil was covering the room, revealing brightness.

The coldness of the moonlight also seemed to reveal a little mildness in the warmth of the charcoal basin.

Qingluo stretched his neck, half of his face peeking out of the warm quilt, and only his smooth chin rubbed against the soft quilt.

In the wing, I heard the girl say:

"The moonlight is beautiful, but I just want to see the endless night today, with only a few stars in the sporadic light.

Instead of looking up, you can see the bright moon that can occupy people's eyes. ”

On the day of the Chinese New Year, it is rare for the villagers not to work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

The day of the Chinese New Year passed, and it returned to normal again.

The hustle and bustle gradually faded away, and the days returned to normal.

On the days of the New Year, going from house to house to pay New Year's greetings, the cheerful laughter of everyone seems to be composed into a loud laughter spread over the ten miles and eight towns.

and faded away.

……