It was night, the sky was full of stars, the moon was pouring thousands of miles in the sky, and the snow was gradually turning to a faint light.

At a broken bridge in the suburbs of Wan'an Street, which is more than ten miles away from the hustle and bustle, there is a glacial lake that slowly smokes, and the remnants of snow are scattered among the brown bushes at will, surrounded by the rising mist and the light of the stars in the sky, which is rarely inhabited.

The white mist above the glacial lake evaporated, lingered upward, and gradually dissipated into residual smoke between the three-foot-high dark brown branches, and the wind blew lightly, and a petal of beige plum blossoms trembled and blew down from the branches, and flew down happily from the air with a whirlwind, until it landed on Jiang Zhige's outstretched fingertips, and lay quietly into a petal of light incense.

"It's winter. Even the flowers are cold. ”

Jiang Zhige leaned his palm forward, blew lightly, and the hot air quickly formed white frost on the surface of the petals when it was cold, and under the impetus of the breath, it was staggered and blown into a misty mist in the center of the lake.

She stood sideways under the flower tree, her whole person as thin as a butterfly struggling in the cold wind waiting for the blossoming spring, spreading her wings and wanting to fly, but she was restrained. Starlight passed through the gaps in the petals, and the pears fell to the ground and sprinkled between her white robes, and the black hair that hung down to her waist slowly became a smooth color, and the mist above the icy lake passed in front of her and haunted her, as if to take her into her arms.

The wolf who was drinking alone and leaning on the broken bridge, the moment he raised his eyes, he felt that the woman in front of him, who looked ordinary in the daytime, had entered the painting so easily.

The wind blew through the flowers and trees uninterestingly, and a few petals swirled and fluttered and fell, falling on her shoulders, but she didn't know it.

The wolf narrowed his eyes, and there was a strange look in his eyes, and his pale lips showed a hint of a teasing smile.

At the broken bridge in the deep snow of the moonlight, he paced lightly, went around to the flower tree, and aimed at the trunk of the tree with a hard palm!

Under this palm, the flower tree seemed to be frightened, and shook violently, and the beige petals rained down one after another, falling on Jiang Zhige's head and clothes.

Jiang Zhige was first surprised, then happy, and suddenly turned around and looked back with joy!

I saw the starlight shuttling between the petal rain, and the air between the stars was filled with fragrance, and she, like the elf who came out of the white mist, smiled like a flower, splendid this originally desolate moment.

Her long eyelashes are slightly curled with the smell of mist, and her clear eyes have a smart breath, like mint in summer, which has been soaked in people's hearts. Her black hair also scattered in the moment of looking back, scattering backwards in the white mist and petals like scattered flowers, stunning the dim Shaoguang. Her eyebrows and eyes are not alluring, but they are joyful and smiling from the heart, which adds a lot of real charm to her.

The wolf, who was accustomed to deceiving me, suddenly felt that such a look and such a smile were really, for a long time.

"Even the flowers know it's cold, but you don't. But where to stand in the cold, I really don't know if you are stupid or lack a heart. ”

Realizing that his gaze had stayed on the woman longer than usual, the wolf took a sip of his spirits, turned unnaturally and leaned back against the ruins of the broken bridge.

"Do you know that cold works? Do you have clothes to wear? Is it possible to get rid of the cold? The answer is no. Since you can't change it, then you can face it head-on, maybe to the extreme, and it will bloom in spring......"

Jiang Zhige rubbed her hands and took a light breath, and a mist of water rushed out of the tip of her nose happily.

When she was taken hostage by him, her clothes were a little thin, and her fingers were already red from the cold on the night after the snow melted, but she never made a proposal to add clothes or make a fire.

She stubbornly hunched her head high, looking at the blue night, there was yearning, nostalgia and nostalgia in her eyes, and there was color that made the wolf want to get close to her.

"Does it work to say big things? Frozen to death, no one will know what you've said here. Well, it's better to take a sip and warm up. ”

The wolf handed Jiang Zhige a wine bag made of sheepskin bags from a distance of one zhang, then took a long breath, patted the snow on the bridge, sat on the ground, and sat down.

"You're not going to let me freeze to death. At least, I'm still valuable. ”

Jiang Zhige took a few steps forward and took the wine bag briskly, and sat on the ground beside the wolf, looking up to the sky with a big sip of spirits in his stomach!

"Wow! What a strong wine! ”

Jiang Zhige wiped the residual wine on her lips, and said loudly with her teeth bared and spicy.

"That's nature! This is the eternal alcohol of my heaven and earth! Take it! Who allowed you to drink so much......"

Sky Wolf snatched the wine bag from Jiang Zhi's singer very disdainfully, and also looked up to the sky to take more big sipes, and gave Jiang Zhige a sneering look, which means - if you can't drink, don't be strong, compared to the master, you are still far behind.

"You didn't say you wouldn't let me drink so much! Bring! ”

Jiang Zhige reached out to grab the wine bag, but was lifted high by the wolf, and he swayed the wine bag in mid-air proudly and shamelessly, raised his eyebrows and made a mouth shape - "Please." ”

"Pull to. If you don't give it, forget it. It's just strange, my Jiang Zhige has a thin life, and I will freeze to death in this life, and I don't know what the Heaven and Earth Plain in your mouth looks like......"

Jiang Zhige simply put her hands on her cheeks, looking very sorry for her ill-fated path, and said it very regretfully.

"Huh! Weigh me down with barren words? Well, for the sake of being a woman, I'll reward you again. ”

Seeing that this woman was weird and pretending to be pitiful, the wolf simply handed over the wine bag, thinking that it would be good to be able to gag her mouth.

"Very good. Very good. ”

Jiang Zhige took the wine bag with joy, drank it again, and then stared at the wine bag with satisfaction, shouting, "Good wine!" Come, today, I will reward you too! ”

After that, Jiang Zhige was quite arrogant and anti-guest-oriented, and generously threw the wine bag to the wolf without looking back.

The wolf couldn't help but want to laugh, but it was rare that he didn't break her little willfulness, took the wine bag, lowered his head and took a sip with a strong smile, but heard her on the side, and said in a low voice: "You know what? I want to go home. I want to...... I want to ...... Go back ......."

The wine bag in the hand of the wolf was stagnant in mid-air, and for some reason, her lonely words at this time hit his heart, a stone, and a thousand waves rose.

He turned sideways, and by the moonlight, he saw her looking up, looking at the vast night, and tears were dripping.

All the way, slid down to her neck.

He was caught off guard.

The wind, and the petals, and the frost and snow, filled the two of them, endlessly, pale.

"Home...... What is it? ”