At the foot of the mountain in Dongsan Village

Chaimen heard the dog barking, and returned to the people on a snowy night.

The night in the mountains is extremely quiet, except for the smoke and dim lights, and a few dog barks.

"Woo Woo ......"

Aunt Zeng, who was busy serving the meal, said to Zeng Qingfeng: "Ah Li, go and see who is coming at the door?" Our yellow hair is so loud, someone must be coming. ”

Zeng Qingfeng took his eyes off the book, got up and replied, "Okay, mother." ”

He had been holding this book for an hour, and everyone thought he was studying hard, but what outsiders didn't know was that the page he was reading had never been turned from beginning to end.

His mind and his eyes were drawn to the petite and busy figure in the room.

Pei Xiuxiu was busy with joy, her happy expression was on her face, and her smile like a spring breeze attracted Zeng Qingfeng's attention all the time.

Creak...... The wooden door was opened, and Pei Zhutian, who was wearing a snowproof hat, strode in.

"Daoist Pei, is that you? Are you here to find Xiuxiu so late? Zeng Qingfeng asked politely.

Pei Zhutian shook the snow on his body and said, "It's cold, let's talk about it in the house first." ”

The charcoal-fired foot basin was red with charcoal, and the humble dining table was filled with dishes, and the piping hot rice wine was steaming.

When Pei Xiuxiu saw that it was Pei Zhutian, she excitedly stepped forward and took his hand and asked, "Grandpa, why are you here?" ”

Aunt Zeng greeted with a smile: "The Taoist priest came just in time, just about to start the meal, tonight Xiuxiu said that she has developed a new delicacy for us to taste, this raw potatoes, radishes and other vegetables are placed on the table, I don't know if the hot pot she said can be eaten." ”

Pei Zhutian glanced at the steaming copper pot on the table, and frowned uninterestedly.

Pei Xiuxiu introduced enthusiastically: "Grandpa, this is called hot pot, I specially asked Wang Blacksmith to help me make this copper pot, you can see that you can burn charcoal noodles and make delicious food." ”

At this time, the thick soup made of pork bones in the copper pot is already steaming, and the seasonal vegetables such as mushrooms and winter bamboo shoots are placed on it, which looks attractive in color and aroma.

"Alright, let's open the shabu!" Pei Xiuxiu beckoned everyone to sit down.

Some vegetables such as potatoes, radish, Chinese cabbage, vermicelli, and tofu are put into the hot pot and quickly stewed into a pot of delicious food.

Zeng Qingfeng looked at Pei Xiuxiu, who was talking and laughing and drinking hot wine, and secretly wondered: What the hell is going on? She looks like she's Xiuxiu, but she doesn't seem to be Xiuxiu. Where did you learn this strange way of eating? There was also Xiuxiu who never drank alcohol in the past, but now the amount of alcohol is good, what's going on?

Zeng Qingfeng looked at the eccentric Pei Xiuxiu with his eyes, thoughtful.

After the meal, Pei Zhutian threw the navy blue package on the table and said, "Xiuxiu, I know that you don't want to go home in the near future, so I packed a few changes of clothes for you, and you can live at your nurse's house with peace of mind." Grandpa has something to do temporarily, and he has to go far away. ”

"How long will it take? What to do? Pei Xiuxiu asked in surprise.

Pei Zhutian replied: "Go to find an old man, and I will naturally come back when the matter is done." ”

Pei Xiuxiu nodded obediently, with a reluctant look in her eyes.

Aunt Zeng said knowingly: "Don't worry, old Taoist, we will take care of Xiuxiu, why do you have to talk about two families?" ”

In Zeng Qingfeng's room, the old-fashioned kerosene lamp was still on, and Zeng Qingfeng was holding a military book in his hand and reading it at night.

The delicate female voice at the door sounded: "Brother Qingfeng, have you slept?" ”

With a creak, Zeng Qingfeng opened the door and saw Pei Xiuxiu standing there with a bowl of rice wine sweet soup in her hand.

Pei Xiuxiu smiled with crooked eyebrows and eyes: "Tired of reading? Come and drink a bowl of rice wine soup to replenish it. ”

"No, you get to rest early." Zeng Qingfeng refused.

Pei Xiuxiu's face was lost, she looked at him and frowned quietly: "You used to drink the ...... the most"

Zeng Qingfeng couldn't bear to refuse, but he couldn't help asking, "When did I say I like to eat this?" I've never had a sweet tooth, have you forgotten? ”

Pei Xiuxiu was as if she had been struck by lightning, so panicked that even the bowl in her hand fell to the ground.

The fawn-like flustered eyes seemed to have suffered a huge blow.

Zeng Qingfeng stared at her worriedly and asked, "Xiuxiu, what's wrong with you?" ”

Bae Xiuxiu turned around and ran away in despair.

In the next room, Pei Xiuxiu was lying on the bed sadly in pain.

How so? How so? No, definitely not.

Zeng Qingfeng is Ling Feng is right, there must be something wrong, Ling Feng will not die.

Pei Xiuxiu hinted in her heart again and again, and after crying, she cheered up and wrote a series of plans to be tested tomorrow.

That was the clue she used to verify that Ling Feng was still alive and existed in Zeng Qingfeng's body in the pattern of the same body and two souls.

Recently, she stuck to Zeng Qingfeng like a dog skin plaster, and kept testing Zeng Qingfeng.

Whether it is Ling Feng's favorite food, the conversation between the two, or the details, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, she will take the trouble to verify it.

Such as hot pot, such as rice wine sweet soup and so on.

But why did the results disappoint her every time? Could it be that Ling Feng is really not in this world? Or is Lingfeng still alive in the future?

It can't be impossible, she shook her head and denied: I have heard people often mention that the probability of survival in the event of a plane crash is extremely low.

As long as it is not until the last moment, she will not give up hope easily.

The lights of the third watch and the fifth watch of the chicken are when the boy is studying. The black hair does not know how to study early, and the white head regrets studying late.

Zeng Qingfeng opened the door and walked out of the study, the cold wind was biting, and the snow in the yard had been swept away by Aunt Zeng, who was used to getting up early.

He began to practice as usual, and in the morning light, he was like a handsome and elegant beautiful man, with a knife-like chin, a resolute side face, and a graceful sword dance in a blue robe.

Half an hour, an hour, until the body was hot and sweating, Zeng Qingfeng's morning work was over.

Pei Xiuxiu meow brought a bowl of hot tea at a good time and said, "Brother Qingfeng, are you thirsty for practice?" Drink some water. ”

Zeng Qingfeng took the hot tea and drank it down, and the Adam's apple of xìng gǎn rolled downward.

"Thank you." Zeng Qingfeng said calmly.

Then he put on a look of wanting to speak and said, "Girl, how long have you been peeking at me practicing?" ”

"Girl?" Pei Xiuxiu's heart was excited and imaginative: "What a familiar nickname, is Ling Feng you?" ”

Zeng Qingfeng stared at Xiuxiu, who had a strange expression, and said in a long voice: "Huh?

"Huh? Have it? I didn't! Pei Xiuxiu pretended not to know how to deny it.

Zeng Qingfeng didn't continue to ask, and snorted coldly: "Well, I'll go back to the study first." ”

Then he turned to leave, but in the next second, his soft and warm body was close to him, and a pair of jade hands hugged him from behind.

"Ling Feng, is that you? Don't you remember me? Shuffled sobs rang out.

Zeng Qingfeng's whole body suddenly stiffened as if he was enchanted, and he knew that he wanted to break free of those hands, but he indulged in them.

Time seems to stand still, what is going on with this sad cry like life and death? Who is Ling Feng in her mouth?

A nameless fire instantly burst out of Zeng Qingfeng's body, burning like a flame.

Zeng Qingfeng indifferently broke away from her hand, stared at her with eagle-like eyes and said, "Who are you?" ”

Pei Xiuxiu looked at him with tears in her eyes, and she was speechless for a while.

"What the hell is going on?" Zeng Qingfeng asked again in a low voice.

Pei Xiuxiu muttered excitedly: "The plane...... Remember? …… Whining...... Ling Feng, are you right? You are my husband, have you forgotten that we are married? ”

Zeng Qingfeng looked at her head full of nonsense, frowned tightly and thought to himself: I knew that I shouldn't have let Doctor Su go back, she seemed normal but was actually weird. Not only is his words and deeds strange, but his whole temperament has completely changed. In the past, she was a heartless girl, eccentric, but now she exudes a gloomy atmosphere, like experiencing a joys and sorrows in the past.

Zeng Qingfeng wanted to ask, but Zeng's mother suddenly appeared and shouted with concern: "Ah, why is Xiuxiu crying?" Ah Li, you stinky boy, made Xiuxiu sad again, didn't you? ”

Great-mother's distressed wiped away her tears for Xiuxiu and asked, "Xiuxiu doesn't cry obediently, Ah Li dares to bully you for your mother to help you scold him, okay?" ”

Great-mother scolded: "In my opinion, you two pick an auspicious day to get married quickly, so as not to have too many dreams at night." That Miss Lu, Ah Li is going to make it clear to you today. I said earlier that the daughter-in-law I identified was only Xiuxiu. ”

"No need" Xiuxiu, who wiped her tears, refused: "After all, marriage is a big deal, and it is better to think about it in the long run." ”

"Hmph." Zeng Qingfeng turned around and left expressionlessly.

Xiuxiu, who was alone by the window, dragged her cheeks and chatted in every possible way, looking at the big snowflakes, with a lot of thoughts.

A crisp laugh like a bell came, and it was Zhou Ling'er who was wearing a light pink Luo skirt who pushed in.

With a round face, pink lips, a pair of big watery eyes, and a small pear vortex on the side of the mouth is cute.

"Xiuxiu, I bought your favorite shortbread." Zhou Ling'er said with a smile.

Xiuxiu smiled and sighed: "Thank you Ling'er, come and talk to me." ”

Zhou Ling'er put down a bag of shortbread and turned around and smiled: "Well, I'll go and come." ”

After saying that, he ran away lightly.

Pei Xiuxiu saw that she was carrying another bag of shortbread in her hand, and knew that it was given to Zeng Qingfeng.

For a while, she almost forgot about this stubble, Zhou Linger liked Zeng Qingfeng since she was a child, and she looked at Zeng Qingfeng differently since she was a child.

In case Ling Feng is Zeng Qingfeng, what should Zhou Ling'er do?

Thinking of this, Pei Xiuxiu's heart was full of worries.

There was a knock on the door, and with a "come in", Zhou Ling pushed open the door with a smile and went in and shouted, "Brother Qingfeng, Ling'er came to see you." Earlier, I went to the street to help my dad catch medicinal herbs, and when I passed by the shortbread spot, I bought your favorite shortbread and ate it while it was hot. ”

Zeng Qingfeng said: "Thank you Ling'er, Xiuxiu likes to eat snacks, you still give it to her." ”

"I've already given Xiuxiu's share to her, you're welcome, come and eat." Zhou Ling'er's beautiful eyes rolled.

Zeng Qingfeng relocked his gaze on the book, and said without raising his head: "Hmm! Thank you, I'll eat it later. ”

Zhou Linger nodded happily: "Okay." ”