Winter is coming without waves. The winter of the space is not as cold as imagined.

Prior to this, Ning Xiao had used his daily memories to accumulate a fixed appearance of everything in the space, the ponds, the warehouses, and the livestock that had been raised to the point that the system was reluctant to take out.

Perhaps, everything will come as expected, day after day, there is no need to wait, time is calm and orderly.

The small space, the calmness of the space, and the quietness of the space may be the reason why Ning Xiao likes this space. Sometimes, though, the space feels like she has nowhere to go; Sometimes, though, she feels lost at the intersection leading to the different storerooms, and then, when she is unprepared, she feels bored and tedious.

However, the system of space, the bamboo forest of space, the white snow-capped mountains, and the trees lying on the edge of the pond, in a quiet moment, they will also pass through the cold air and time, and slowly blend into her mood, feeling that all this is already closely related to her life.

Recently, Ning Xiao has been taking a walk in this space. She felt that only such a casual step was enough to go deep into the heart of the space, and she could listen to the faint words and songs coming from the depths of the space.

On winter nights, the livestock faded out, and the fields seemed lonely and bleak, which gave her a sense of being alone in the wilderness.

The longing became quiet and distant, and there was even a certain feeling of loneliness inadvertently. She loved it.

Many times, she even has the illusion that she is being embraced by this space, and it is so beautiful to make a feeling of infinite closeness to nature.

Ning Xiao often thinks like this, there is a border city described by a writer in modern China, and its purity and beauty are actually nothing more than that.

Stepping on the fallen leaves, listening to the birdsong, watching the dead branches stretch on the winter water, feeling the flowers blooming and falling, and directly touching the vitality of nature, even if it is the irresistible beauty of withering, it should be a different kind of happiness.

If you integrate yourself into the space, then you become a part of the space. Ning Xiao thinks that everyone should have such a space in their hearts, whether it is big or small, prosperous or noisy, modern or natural, that is the most real landscape in the heart.

She has appreciated the beauty of the small town in the south of the Yangtze River, and has also marveled at the heaviness of the important town in the north, and of course, she has also been nostalgic for the prosperity and fashion of the city. But when she left, she realized that she could only see it from a distance, but she could not have it.

So, she finally understood that maybe it wasn't her space. It can only be beautiful beyond her gaze.

For some reason, Ning Xiao suddenly took out his mobile phone. opened it and took a look, only to find that the entire inbox was filled with Cheng Ziyang's text messages.

Ning Xiao carefully read each text message before realizing that he was about to tell himself: the newly built base had begun to snow. Moreover, the whole base is now more and more beautifully decorated. He told her to go back and see the new base.

Snowflakes, and a prosperous and beautiful base, like poetic imagery, there is no doubt that these alone are enough to make Ning Xiao fascinated.

After reading the information on the phone, I looked out the window and realized that it was late at night. Looking around, I found that the space I was in had already been connected with heaven and earth, as if there were no gaps, and it was so complete.

It can fully accommodate all her joys and sorrows. And she was in the middle of the space. At that moment, she was inexplicably moved.

What she wants to say is that she is actually an integral part of this space. Although it is not bustling or beautiful, it is simple, unpretentious, calm and quiet. It was small, but it was big enough for her mind to find a harbor to live in.

"Master," the system whispered as she stood behind her. "Everything is ready."

"Good!" Ning Xiao nodded, got up and followed the system.

"Xiaoliu," Ning Xiao said as lightly as he could. "When did this space start to have winter? Why don't I feel even a shadow? ”

"Master," the system said truthfully. "I've been in space since I brought you out of the depths of the snowy mountains. Eventually, you wake up. I also suddenly found that the space actually has winter. ”

"Listen to what you mean," Ning Xiao stopped and stared down at the system. "This winter has something to do with me."

"Yes," the system replied in the affirmative. He raised his head and looked at Ning Xiao. "Master, you once told me that you have control over the snow. I think snow represents winter. Therefore, the reason why this winter can appear in the space must have something to do with the owner. ”

"Xiaoyanagi," Ning Xiao reached out and patted his little shoulder. "I love winter. It's just that I think if there is winter in the space, it is equivalent to having four seasons. You're in charge, it's going to be a problem. ”

"It doesn't matter," the system immediately shook its head like a drum. "As long as Xiaoxiang can wake up, any trouble is not a trouble for me."

"Oh," Ning Xiao was a little discouraged. This guy is really ready to be a lover. I don't know if the little incense burner will be able to accept such a system after he wakes up.

Blood, all over the body, from the brain to the fingertips. It transports nutrients and transports waste. It is a vein of red liquid, with warmth, with a mysterious chemical message.

The blood leaves the body and solidifies, turning charcoal black. Unless you have the means to keep it as warm as it is in your body.

All people see blood as hope, as kinship, as a living being that can be condensed. It stands for preciousness. Open the dictionary, and below the blood word are blood, blood relative, and blood line......

There is nothing between man and human body that can be exchanged with each other like blood, and can be tested. Therefore, in this world, there is nothing more trustworthy than blood.

If you insist on seeking, what is the thing that people are more trustworthy than blood, more difficult to give up, and more willing to give?

It won't be money. Because the money in the concentration of the blood will only fade.

It won't be sanity. Because reason will seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

It won't be a vow, it won't be a promise, but a word that people use a lot - love.

Love blooms most vividly between men and women. However, love is not simple, and there must be many additions.

In all the feelings such as love, family affection, nostalgia, friendship, etc., love is a foundation. It is at its simplest, like the layer of soil under the feet of crops.

The green branches and green leaves of the crops block the soil under their feet. But I don't know that there is green and water in these soils, and the sweetness of the fruit is stored.

There are many touching devotions in the world, all of which occur among people who are not related by blood and marriage. And the support behind the dedication is the love that cannot be expressed, which comes from love.

Therefore, the little incense burner, immersed in the rushing blood, was indifferent to the melodious singing of the system, but was excited by Ning Xiao's whispering.

After the blood of the 10,000-year-old dryad was absorbed by the small incense burner, the bright red blood faded and emitted a rotten fishy smell. The system hurriedly put the small incense burner into Ning Xiao's arms, and took out the corrosive liquid that had been prepared long ago into the faded bloody night.

"Whoa!" After a few sounds, the faded blood disappeared, as if it had never appeared in this space.

"Xiao Xiang," at this time, Ning Xiao was talking to Xiao Xianglu. "How are you feeling right now?"

"It's okay," the little incense burner's tone was soft, and he seemed weak. "But I just feel a little drowsy. There seemed to be a bad breath in the blood, and I couldn't accept it. ”

"Oh," Ning Xiao quickly understood. "The demon blood that soaked you is an old demon tree guarding the passage between the demon world and the human world. The demon world is very evil, and the old demon tree will inevitably be contaminated. Still, it's not a big deal. ”

"I have a bone whistle here," Ning Xiao said as he took the bone whistle from his arms. "It may drive away the evil energy that has been attached to you."

"Oh, master," said the little incense burner, and immediately perked up. "That's great! You don't know how tired I am of this groggy feeling, which is a little uncomfortable that life is worse than death. ”

Ning Xiao picked up the bone whistle and played:

Is this the clamor of the falcons, or the neighing of the horses? Everything is immersed in a snowy dream. The gloom has not yet faded, and the air is filled with freshness.

In the early morning, in the small warehouse, I encountered familiar figures and lively eyes. The cuckoo song was not heard, and spring had arrived.

……

"Master," the rejuvenated little incense burner jumped into Ning Xiao's hand. "I finally came to my senses. Ah, this time I woke up much better than last time, and I felt that I had the strength to move not far away. ”

"That's good," Ning Xiao stroked the smooth body of the small incense burner, feeling quite comfortable.

"Host," the system was also pleased. He reached out and touched the small incense burner. Ning Xiao put the small incense burner in his hand. "Shouldn't we go back and tell Lingwu that Xiaoxiang has woken up?"

"Not yet," Ning Xiao replied to him very bluntly. "We'll have to find another person before we can go back to the new base to find Lingwu."

"Who?" The system couldn't help but ask.

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