After that day, Hua Sheng didn't see An Ziqi again for a long time.

Every time he goes to Pingle Hall to look for flowers, he can always have various reasons not to be there.

She knew that he was still haunted by the events of that day.

Over time, Hua Sheng gradually got used to his avoidance.

……

The spirit of spending nothing is getting worse and worse now, and you often can't remember people clearly.

Hua Sheng asked him to go back home, but he always refused, let him be idle, and he would go to gamble again.

In the end, only by helping in the Pingle Pavilion can he settle down.

"Uncle has been in the museum these days, thanks to your care, thank you boss on my behalf!"

"Miss Sheng'er, my uncle has helped a lot in the museum! We all love him too! ”

Listening to the words of Rumeng, Hua Sheng burst out laughing.

"I don't even know if you don't say it, but he is so likeable."

"Miss Sheng'er doesn't know, since my uncle came, this museum has been much more lively, sometimes everyone is tired after getting off the stage, so they go to listen to the uncle's story, everyone listens, and they feel less tired......

Rumeng smiled, held Hua Sheng's hand, and walked out the door.

I remember the first time she saw her, she thought Hua Sheng was a son.

At that time, she was still thinking, how could there be such a good-looking man in this world, who was even more beautiful than An Ziqi.

Now that I have been together for a long time, I know that she turned out to be a daughter, and I envy her very much.

His eyes swept over the corner of the white clothes at the corner of the backstage wall, and he knew in a dream that Hua Sheng was the person An Ziqi who was thinking about but didn't dare to see him.

After sending off the flower sheng, he returned to the museum like a dream and covered the doors and windows.

The corner of the backstage wall has disappeared at this moment.

……

Out of the Pingle Pavilion, it was already a little late.

Now that it is a cold winter, the pedestrians on the street have returned home early.

Hua Sheng is alone, strolling through the streets.

The cold wind blew and swept across her cheeks, and Hua Sheng couldn't help but raise her hand to tuck the neckline of her neck.

Patches of white flowers floated in the sky, and the ice was crystal clear.

Hua Sheng stretched out her little hand, and the white flower fell into her palm, but in a moment, it melted instantly.

"It's snowing......"

This is the first snow she has ever seen in this world......

Flakes of snowflakes fall into the palm of your hand and melt into droplets.

Just as Hua Sheng was in a daze, a warm palm covered her small hand and held her cold hand in the palm of her hand.

Looking back, a beautiful and handsome face blended into the night and held up an umbrella for her.

"Sheng'er, it's snowing, let's go home......"

"Good ......"

In the snow, an umbrella, a pair......

In the corner of the wall in the distance behind him, a figure held an oil-paper umbrella, silently watching the figures of the two, gradually moving away......

Follow the example of the little man, raise your palm, catch the falling snowflakes, and merge them into the palm.

Among the intricate palm prints, a white scar is particularly noticeable.

That day in Shouwang's Mansion.

When An Ziqi learned that he was taking Hehuansan, he was afraid that he would do something out of the ordinary to Hua Sheng.

took advantage of Hua Sheng's unpreparedness and hid the short blade he carried with him in the palm of his hand.

Whenever he couldn't control himself, he clenched his palms and felt pain to wake himself up.

But in the end, he couldn't help but be rude to Hua Sheng.

Since that day, he has felt no more shameless to face her.

But he did not regret what he said to her that day.