When Uncle Fu heard Xue Shao say this, he didn't know what to say, he lowered his head, and said softly for a while: "Miss is standing alone in front of the window in a daze, looking like she is in a bad mood......

Xue Shao was silent for a moment, and said lightly: "What's there to be in a bad mood, I'm not in this marshal's mansion on weekdays, and she has almost become half of the hostess, why don't you come with her?" The temper has come up, and she doesn't even pay attention to me, and if she says that she is in a bad mood, it is all her own fault......"

Uncle Fu only lowered his head and did not speak.

Xue Shao glanced at him: "That's it, you go down, tonight for the New Year, you can also go back for the New Year earlier......"

Uncle Fu bowed his head and thanked him, turned around and retreated.

Xue Shao approached the flower hall, sat on the sofa for a while, turned on the radio and listened for a while, listening to the sound of firecrackers outside in his ears, but his mood slowly became a little irritated.

When the wine came up, he felt a little hot all over his body, so he reached out and pulled the collar open, reached out and picked up a box of cigarettes from the coffee table and walked out.

It was dark outside, the air was dry and cold, and when the wind blew, small crystal snowflakes floated on the face and neck, with a slight coolness.

Xue Shao glanced up at the starry sky, took a deep breath, and then lowered his head and snapped open the cigarette case, and smoked a cigarette from it.

Seeing this, the guard at the door stepped forward to help Xue Shao light a cigarette, but Xue Shao waved his hand, lowered his head and lit it himself.

He smoked a cigarette as he walked east along the blue brick path in front of the building.

The heat on his body eased slightly, and he stood in front of a lilac bush with his cigarette in his hand, looked up and closed his eyes and took a deep breath, but suddenly heard someone's suppressed cry.

At that time, the sound of firecrackers had just stopped, and the air was as if it had frozen, and the small crying sound reached his ears like the sound of snow breaking.

He frowned, and when he looked up, he saw that the lights were dimly on in Fan Yanqiao's bedroom, the windows were also ajar, and the earthen curtains embroidered with irises were trembling in the pale yellow light.

Xue Shao stood there quietly, lowered his head and finished smoking a cigarette, but the crying continued.

He put his hands in the pockets of his trousers, and his face gradually sank.

The words he just said to Uncle Fu were indeed wrong, he had no worries about food and clothing, and his heart came true, even if he was as powerful as him in the nine provinces of the Northern Land, but in such a cold Chinese New Year's Eve, there was still some sadness.

The death of my mother, the serious illness of my father, and the emotions that had been deeply suppressed in normal times, but in the Chinese New Year's Eve of the old calendar, I could no longer hide it.

What's more, she once witnessed her father's death.

Xue Shao stood under her window for more than half an hour, but the cry came down intermittently.

His body was already a little cold, and his face was cut like a knife by the wind.

He looked down and sighed softly, then turned and walked down the hall.

All the way up to the second floor, he stood at the top of the stairs and glanced at the innermost carved wooden door from afar, and walked slowly over.

His fingers touched the doorknob and with a slight twist, he slowly pushed the door open.

The lights were still on in the small living room, but there was no one, and even Xiaohuan was not there at this time, it seemed that Fan Yanqiao had sent him home for the New Year.

He raised his eyes and looked in, but saw that there was only a small wall lamp lit in the bedroom, and in the light yellow warm light, Fan Yanqiao could be seen sitting under the windowsill wearing the red satin embroidered jacket from last night, hugging his knees and crying in a low voice.

Her long hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, and her two snow-white arms were buried between the black fluffy hair, reflecting the light, revealing a faint whiteness.

Xue Shao's heart sank slightly, closed the door with his backhand, gently walked to the sofa in the small living room, and slowly sat down.

She didn't know that someone had come in outside, so she just buried her head in the crook of her arm and cried.

Xue Shao sat on the sofa and listened quietly to her crying in the bedroom. Resident doctor.

Time passed minute by minute, and in the quiet room, apart from Fan Yanqiao's low crying, only the sound of the self-striking clock in the glass cover was the sound of the needle.

After listening to it for a long time, the strength of the wine came up again, and his heart gradually became impatient.

He took a deep breath, slowly stood up, slowly walked in front of her and looked down at her, and asked in a deep voice, "What are you crying about during the New Year?" ”

When Fan Yanqiao heard Xue Shao's voice, she suddenly stopped crying, she paused, buried her head in her knees, choked up without raising her head, and said, "You go out!" ”

Xue Shao's face sank suddenly, he frowned, reached out and grabbed Fan Yanqiao's wrist, and picked her up violently.

Fan Yanqiao's body shook, stared at him with a tearful face, and whispered: "What are you doing!" ”

Xue Shao frowned: "What are you crying about during the Chinese New Year?" ”

Fan Yanqiao pulled his arm back hard, crying and said, "What do you care if I cry...... You...... You let it go......"

Xue Shao endured it, let go of her hand, stared at her face and said lightly: "I just asked Uncle Fu to invite you down to dinner, why don't you go down?" ”

He ate a little with his father in the west courtyard tonight, and went to the barracks to comfort the soldiers on duty, thinking that Fan Yanqiao was home alone, so he came back early.

He thought that it was still early, and she should not have eaten yet, but who knew that Sister-in-law Wu had specially prepared the meal in advance today, and when he rushed back, she had already eaten and gone upstairs.

Fan Yanqiao heard Xue Shao ask, stretched out his hand to wipe his tears, lowered his head and said, "I've already eaten it, what are you letting me go down for?" If you want to find someone to accompany you, there are many young ladies and ladies, you can call someone over with a casual phone call, and you can't embarrass me......"

When Xue Shao heard her words, his face suddenly became embarrassed.

He stared at her face and said coldly: "I just want to ask you to go down for a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, what do you say about that?" ”

Fan Yanqiao looked up at him sharply and said sharply, "What did I say about that?" This Chinese New Year's Eve dinner is eaten by the family, I have obviously eaten, why do you still ask Uncle Fu to invite me down? You think it's boring to eat alone, you can find someone else, why don't you let me go! ”

Under the pale yellow light, her angry face shone slightly, and her eyes seemed to have been washed with water, bright, black and white, and his own shadow seemed to be seen in the black pupils.

The red satin jacket she was wearing also shone slightly red in the light of the light, and her whole face seemed to be smeared with a faint layer of rouge.

Xue Shao's heart moved, and his eyes staring at her dimmed a little.

When Fan Yanqiao saw that Xue Shao had already straightened his face, the spitting in his eyes was full of disdain.

She looked at him coldly and said word by word, "What do you do?" Are you going to lose your temper at me again? ”

Xue Shao squinted his eyes, reached out and clasped her chin, lowered his head and leaned his face over, glared at her and said word by word: "You are really sharp-toothed ......"

His voice was soft, and the last two words had almost disappeared, and there was an unknown emotion in his eyes.

Fan Yanqiao's heart sank, and he was busy stepping back. Xue Shao's other hand suddenly clasped her waist, her body was pulled to his chest by him, her jaw ached, and her palm-sized face was pinched and lifted up heavily by his fingers.

He stared blankly at her panicked face, and the next second, a kiss with a slight smell of alcohol landed heavily on her lips.