When the last piece of gold hanging from the head of the ginkgo tree falls gently in the cold wind. Autumn fades, leaving a lot of frost and taking away the autumn leaves of the mountains.

Chang'an, the capital of the Tang Dynasty, is quiet at night. But you can hear a steady breath, a sound that can only be made in a warm bed. The regular long streets, distributed vertically and horizontally, divide the capital city clearly and neatly.

Everything is quiet, and the dark night shakes off pieces of white, gently floating in every part of Chang'an City, for fear of waking up the sleeping people and being discovered by them This gift of heaven.

The whiteness became more and more, and the north wind blew restlessly, and the close couple in the house heard the sound of the wind passing by the window while they were asleep, and they hugged each other tightly, unwilling to wake up.

This night, the whiteness suppressed Pulian Mountain. A snow hat was worn on the top of the head of the big Buddha on the mountain wall, and the big Buddha was smiling, and he liked it very much.

The snow covered overnight, the ice stained the city soil, whitened Chang'an, and powdered thousands of households.

......

"Squeak!"

In the quiet of the morning, the sound of the door being pushed on was very clear as if it was cold outside.

As soon as the door was pushed open, before the people in the house could go out first, the cold wind squeezed in first, and they were also very cold.

Jingye stood in front of the door, his body shaking slightly. Even though he was wearing a thick outfit, he still felt a little cold.

The scene outside the door was somewhat bright, and all places were covered in thick snowsuits.

Gently closing the door, Jingye didn't want to break the beauty of this moment, and strolled along the academy.

On every attic, there is a white carpet, and every road is paved with white stones. It should have been that I got up too early, and the calligraphers of the academy were still silent in the warmth.

Jingye came to the square in the front yard and looked at the white space in front of him. After a breath of hot air, white smoke appeared in the air, which quickly dissipated.

Jokai looked at the smoke that had dispersed and fell into memory.

On a snowy night five years ago, a young girl carried a little boy on her back and walked through the vast mountains and forests with difficulty.

The boy's clothes were tattered, covered in bloodstained dirt and scorched by fire. He lay quietly on the girl's back, only a faint consciousness. He had wounds on his limbs and abdomen, but fortunately a heavy snowfall froze the air, and his wounds were frozen and the bleeding stopped.

The girl was dressed very thinly, her little face was already frostbitten, her feet were not in the deep snow, she was already unconscious. However, she still walked forward step by step, and there were only two words in her eyes, alive.

"Smoke..."The boy's extremely faint voice sounded, and if it wasn't close to his ears, how could the girl hear the wind whistling around her.

"Ah Ye... Hold on a little longer... We... Right away... I'm going to live soon!" the girl's body no longer allowed her to make extremely nice sounds, and she hoarsely allowed herself to speak as much as she could.

"Smoke... Put... I'll go down... You go quickly. "The boy wanted to keep his eyes open, but he couldn't, his injuries were too severe. The only thing he knew best now was that if she continued like this, the girl would die in the snow-stricken mountains.

"Ah Ye... Don't talk... Sleep for a while. The girl couldn't make any extra movements, so she could only speak last.

The voice fell, and the girl's consciousness began to blur, but she bit her tongue to sober herself up a little, and walked forward.

"Smoke... I'm sorry...", but the mosquito-like voice reached the girl's ears, and the little boy was completely unconscious.

Step by step, step by step, the girl's small body, carrying the person she loves the most, and the boy's back is pressed with the relentless snow of the sky.

The girl finally collapsed in front of a door, and with all her last strength, she pressed herself against the little boy.

"Even if the world is cold, there is still me to protect you from the wind and snow, don't be afraid. ”

The girl's gaze lost its sparkle on the boy's evil face......

Jingye stood in the square for a long, long time, and there was still heavy snow in the sky, but it was much softer than last night.

He already had a heavy backlog of snowflakes on his body, and from a distance, he looked like a snowman piled up.

The cheeks were cold, the eyes were warm, and two lines of heat washed away the coldness.

Jingye came back to his senses, his body bones were a little stiff, looking at the thick snow in front of him, Jingye squatted down, reached into the snow, held it slightly, and the palm was cold. Clench your palms and the snowflakes will form in a clump.

"It's been a month since I was admitted to the hospital, and I've been asking about you for so long, but I still haven't found anything. Wait for me, I'm about to break through the Yuan Vein Realm, I will find the person who killed you, and I will also save you back!" Looking at the white ball in his palm, Jingye said tremblingly, but the more he spoke, the more sour his eyes became.

Ever since he found Li Kelan, he had sunk into a state of crazy cultivation, Qiu Zilai and Ning Qinghuan asked Liu Xiao to treat them like himself, and the pure karma was crazy doubled on his own basis. The change in the pure karma made Liu Xiao a little surprised, she didn't know what was wrong with the pure karma, but this was not a good thing.

In addition to cultivating, Jingye used the rest of his time to travel all over Chang'an City to inquire about the affairs of the day and inquire about the information of Long Wuyin, but the result was unsatisfactory. He could only change direction and find someone.

Gradually, a lot of people came to the square, some calligraphers, some classmates, and some seniors who they had never met. The first heavy snow of the year, they naturally want to enjoy it.

Jingye was obviously in a very low mood, and he didn't want to come forward and talk some useless nonsense with them at all. As his gaze flickered, he saw a familiar, beautiful figure walking on the snow with another figure. This month, he also looked for Li Kelan many times, but they were just talking, in Li Kelan's opinion, Jingye is really an excellent friend.

In a bad mood, Jingye didn't want to come forward to say hello to Li Kelan and Fengyi. He had seen enough of the snow here, he didn't want to see it, and turned around to leave.

It's just that as soon as Jingye turned around, he saw another exquisite face, and under the snowy scene, it was even more stunning. However, Pure Karma didn't have any ideas, because the latter had always held a grudge against himself.

"You, crying?" Ning Qinghuan saw Jingye's red eyes, it was the first time she had seen it. In the past month, she has quietly followed behind Jingye many times, but Jingye has never found out.

Perhaps accustomed to Ning Qinghuan's tone of voice, it was the first time that Jingye had heard her speak so softly.

"No... It was too cold. Jingye tugged at the corner of his clothes and said unnaturally.

"Is it because of them?" Ning Qinghuan also saw a man and a woman some distance behind Pure Ye, and it was obvious that she didn't believe Pure Ye's words. She felt that the net karma was because Li Kelan was in tears.

"Miss Ning, you really misunderstood, Li Kelan and I are just friends. I didn't cry either. It's really because it's too cold, snowy, too cold!" Jingye shook his head helplessly, looked at Ning Qinghuan's calm and beautiful little face, and opened his mouth to spit hot air and said.

"Is that so?" Ning Qinghuan said an ambiguous word to herself, and Jingye didn't know what she was thinking.

"Don't you like the cold?" Ning Qinghuan opened her mouth again and asked Jingye, she didn't know what she was doing today, so she wanted to talk to Jingye.

"Cold? How many people like it in this world? But what difference does it make to me, hot, cold, damp, dark, with important people around, everywhere is warm. If not, even if the four seasons are like spring, then what is the point. Jingye was stopped by Ning Qinghuan's question and thought about it carefully. Jingye exhaled a long breath, and then replied with a gloomy expression.

It's just that Jingye didn't expect Ning Qinghuan to ask himself this, and he didn't expect Ning Qinghuan to look at himself calmly, and he would listen to himself carefully.

"Is that so?" Ning Qinghuan had some fine lines on his smooth forehead after the words of the purification fell. Why did he look so sad? This is what Ning Qinghuan has always wanted to know in his heart.

"Miss Ning, it's cold here, and it's not too early, we should also go to Shui Yuehua to cultivate. Seeing Ning Qinghuan's sorrowful thoughts, Jingye said softly. Although he didn't know why Ning Qinghuan wasn't as cold to him as usual today, Jingye hoped that this was the beginning of easing their relationship, after all, they were classmates.

"Hmm... Let's go. Ning Qinghuan was interrupted by Jingye's warm voice, and looked up at Jingye's smiling face, Ning Qinghuan said softly.

Subsequently, the two walked together for the first time at the college.

The first heavy snow of the year whitened the city of Chang'an, and the long road under your feet. Jingye and Ning Qinghuan walked side by side, strolling in the snow.