Wen Dong, this name by the shore of the Pavilion of the first pavilion of the Lord of the Xue Yang given, Wen Dong since childhood is an orphan, the original nine pavilion master traveled the world, in the cold winter wax moon, in an old wooden house by the sea found the child, his parents died since childhood, a person with a rotten wooden boat in the sea fishing for a living, and was later taken in by the snow Yang named Wen Dong, handed over to the Xiaoyao Pavilion discipline, perhaps the year the Lord of the Pavilion took this name with a bit of meaning, the so-called cold winter Mu with warm sun, tepid and cold, hence the name - Wen Dong.

The early morning drizzle, this is the Chinese New Year's Eve, but this strange old man does not see a few traces of snow, the cold dew is low, and the Xiaoyao Pavilion in the rain and mist is as the poem says - how many stairs in the smoke and rain.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, Wen Dong specially allowed all the disciples to take a day off, so these disciples all cut the window flowers, and the entire Xiaoyao Pavilion was haunted by the joy of red fire.

Jing Li breathed hot air to warm his hands, and pushed open the door early in the morning to stretch a comfortable waist. The strange thing is that in this whole pavilion, it seems that all the disciples are busy working, pasting window flowers, writing couplets, smashing rice cakes, and moving New Year's goods, these strange actions are the first time Jing Li has seen in his life, or this phoenix feather is different from this world, and the atmosphere of the world is not polluted at all, so this New Year's custom Jing Li is also the first time to see.

"Girl, happy new year!" A familiar voice with a respectful tone.

Jing Li turned around and slapped it with a palm, and then his hand overflowed, wrapping around the man's arm and going up.

"Eh, stop, stop, I'm not here to talk to you today." Su Ge stopped Jing Li's posture with one hand, and made amends with a bright smile.

Jing Li glanced at him and asked coldly, "What's the matter?" ”

I saw Na Sugo groping for something on his chest with one hand, and suddenly he reached out and took out an envelope wrapped in red paper at the hook of his coat, on which there were several large characters written in gold lacquer. "A red envelope for you, girl." Su Ge smiled kindly.

Jing Li knows about meat buns, xiao long buns, and soup dumplings, but what is this red envelope? She took the red envelope from Sugo's hand, put it to her ear and shook it, it contained a thin sheet of content. Jing Li took it apart and took it out, and it turned out to be a piece of wooden note, the top of which was tied with a red rope.

Su Ge scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "Originally, the red envelopes were given to juniors for New Year's money, but your senior brother and I really don't have any savings here, so I can only give you a piece of wooden note."

Jing Li picked up the wooden sign and shook it in front of him, and then asked, "Is there anything else?" If not, I will accept this red envelope, and you can go. ”

Su Ge seemed to know that Jing Li had a very serious prejudice against him, but he still said cheekily, "Girl, you might as well go play with me today, and I'll show you this Xiaoyao Pavilion." ”

Jing Li turned around and shook his hand nonchalantly and said, "I still have to go to Lord Wen to practice the piano, let's do it another day......"

Su Ge can't be cheeky anymore and continue to talk, otherwise this girl's attitude towards herself will become more and more resistant.

Jing Li walked down the coiled stairs step by step, all the disciples shuttled up and down between the corridors, and from time to time they passed by a few disciples by Jing Li, all of them were immersed in their own affairs, and they didn't even raise their heads, let alone look at Jing Li.

"Strange ......" Jing Li tilted his little head in confusion and jumped out of the dormitory with his hands crossed.

Jing Li has been in Xiaoyao Pavilion for some time, and he has some understanding of the structure and position in the pavilion, and he will no longer get lost in the Haolou Pavilion as usual.

"Pavilion Master Wen, I'm here......" Jing Li's sweet dimples hung on both sides of her cheeks, and her two sleeves stepped into the Mozhu Hall like a wind.

Wen Dong was lying in front of the table at the moment to write the inscription, Jing Li stood aside curiously to admire, only to see the pen flow and frustration, and the vigorous five characters on the white paper - Rui Xue said goodbye to the old year.

"Master Wenge, your calligraphy is no worse than my master!" Jing Li stood aside and patted his ass.

Wen Dong put down the ink pen, hooked the corner of his right mouth, and said with a slight smile, "I just understand a little......

Jing Li didn't let Pavilion Master Wen remind him this time, so he sat in his position and practiced the piano. Wen Dong paused, looked sideways, and nodded with satisfaction.

The bamboo forests on all sides of the Mozhutang rustle in the wind, the gauzy mist is like a fairyland, in the distance of the bamboo forest, a person comes with a cloud of smoke, and the speed of the body has landed in the blink of an eye.

"Pavilion Master Wen, the master is not in the pavilion today, so he specially sent me to bring breakfast." A familiar back of Jing Li, this person's voice is also a little familiar, but he hasn't seen his face, Jing Li can't think of who this person is.

Wen Dong let go of the bamboo slip in his hand, looked at the young man in front of him in surprise, and then said calmly, "It's okay~"

Perhaps what Wen Dong didn't expect was that there was a second person in this Pingtian Pavilion who could find Xiaoyao Pavilion alone in the bamboo forest.

The young man walked to Wen Dong's table with the food box in both hands, and slowly put it down, Wen Dong's eyes were fixed on the young man's face, and he asked in a nonchalant tone, "Senior disciple of Pingtian Pavilion?" ”

The boy didn't raise his head, just nodded his chin stiffly.

Wen Dong flicked his sleeves and opened the food box, and said "I'm tired." ”

The young man politely resigned, turned around and was about to leave, but was tripped by the person in front of him.

Jing Li suddenly stopped playing in his hand, looked up at the young man, the two eyes met in the cold light and snow mist, a long-lost sense of intimacy woke up the past, Jing Li's eyes burst into tears, and said softly, "Big ...... Ginger ......"

"Little ...... Chestnut? Helian Sheng's unconcealable joy was about to burst out of his eyes.

Wen Dong heard the sound of the piano stop abruptly, looked up at the two who were standing and asked, "Is there anything else?" ”

Helian Sheng smiled from his heart and responded, "No ......"

Later, under the eyes of Jing Li, Helian Sheng walked out of the bamboo forest through the fog, and the short and exciting reunion left some comfort to each other.

Wen Dong is also a clear-eyed person, and he walked a few steps away and asked, "But an acquaintance?" ”

Jing Li bounced up like a fingertip touching boiling water, and he said "It's just some friendship......

Wen Dong's shoulders were blown up by the east wind, he picked up the white fox brocade fur on the shelf, draped it sideways, and walked in the direction of Jingli step by step.

Jing Li was intoxicated by the sound of the piano, staring at his plucked hand, flipping left and right, and the sound of the piano came and went.

Wen Dong grabbed Jing Li's wrist playing the piano with one hand, leaned down and said, "So far today, I'll take you somewhere." ”

As soon as Jing Li heard that it was the voice of the Wen Pavilion Lord, he stopped playing in his hand, and his eyes fell into Wen Dong's eyes in a daze.

"But, I haven't practiced enough hours today......" Jing Li lowered his eyebrows and stroked the body of the piano, and was reluctant to leave.

"You've mastered this song, and it's taken a long time, and it's not much to lose." Wen Dong took Jing Li's hand and flew out of the Merlin Hall, like a swift cutting through the sky.

Jing Li was blowing a cold wind and hugged the body of the Wen Pavilion Lord, they quickly scurried left and right in the air, Jing Li saw such a fast and sensitive body for the first time, and two figures were conjured up in one eye, and they could accurately avoid obstacles, this kind of body style was even weirder than the Liuyun Flower Disc Step that he had studied.

Wen Dong landed under an ancient tree with a mirror in his hand, and the ancient tree was born on a huge circular stone altar, and the green leaves obscured his eyes.

Wen Dong rolled up his sleeves and walked slowly to the trunk of a giant elephant, stroking the old bark with one hand, as if time was confiding in the past here.

"Pavilion Lord Wen, where is this place?" Jing Li asked, looking around at the foggy surroundings.

"Floating Dream Tree......" Wen Dong's tone was crying, and he looked at the old tree holding up the canopy with affection in his eyes.

"She gave me a chance to be born again." Wen Dong lowered his head and leaned on the trunk of the tree.

Wen Dong looked up at the leafy canopy, holding back the tears in his eyes, for fear that it would drip down. He turned slowly, his red eyes looking into the mirror, as if a deceased relative was standing in front of him.

Jing Li saw Lord Wen crying for the first time, could it be that the beautiful men of the iceberg were crying like this, why did they cry like a pair of eyes telling a story, a deep love that could not be seen at a glance.

Wen Dong put on the stone road, and told the past and this life to Jingli, "More than 20 years ago, I was just a fisherman living by the sea, my father was arrested very early to fill the army, never returned, and then my mother was forced to sail alone to fish in order to take care of the family's livelihood, how to think about this but forever buried in the deep sea, I looked forward to my father's return in the face of the land, and looked forward to my mother's return in the face of the sea, but I knew that there was only myself left in this world. ”

Wen Dong leaned on the tree with one hand, looking up at the sky, the crystal tears flowing down his cheeks and dripping into Jing Li's heart.

"Later, she appeared, it was she who took me away from the bitter sea, and the Lord of the Snow Pavilion treated me as if I was out of his own, named me, and gave me a love that I didn't dare to ask for in my life......" The Lord of the Wen Pavilion walked to the stone table that the Lord of the Snow Yang Pavilion loved the most in his life, and slid along the vicissitudes of the stone wall of the round table with his fingertips, and the past came back to his heart.

"I thought I would spend my life in front of that little sea, but I never thought of leaving there!" Wen Dong's crying tone made people feel a little sympathetic.

"My current body is all given by her, and I enjoy the comfort I have now, nothing more than the original one whose heart is not dead......" Wen Dong's eyes closed, kneeling in front of the tree, and slamming his head on the stone slab.

"Girl, you are the heir chosen by her, and I also believe that the Lord of Xueyang Pavilion will not be wrong." Wen Dong untied the red brocade on Jing Li's left hand, and the bright flower totem appeared in front of Wen Dong's eyes again.

Wen Dong half-squatted in front of Jing Li, he stretched out his hand to caress Jing Li's face and said, "I will fulfill her last wish......"

Jing Li looked at Wen Dong's sincere eyes, but couldn't guess what the last wish was.

"Ansheng lives ......," Wen Dong said in a frustration.

Ansheng spent his life, thinking that no one in this life would want to be like this, and live the rest of his life plainly.

"The flower of the Yellow Spring recognizes the Lord, and the user is contaminated with the breath of the dead for the rest of his life, and he will never be treated by outsiders, such a life is painful." Wen Dong sighed with emotion, Jingli was young but underwent this trial.

Wen Dong stood up, turned his hand to the sea of clouds in front of him, and said, "What I want to teach you is also what she taught me, blooming life on the way to death......

This sentence fell lightly on the mirror, and it was slightly shocked. Suddenly, thousands of fireworks rose in the distant sky, colorful streamers, fireworks, and the dark sky began to float snow, reflecting the brilliance of the fireworks on the horizon, illuminating the sky......

Jingli's eyes reflected the fireworks in the sky, and I didn't know whether it was tears or fireworks in the sky.

Ruixue said goodbye to the old year and Chinese New Year's Eve the fireworks......