"I'll give this back to you." Gao Wanyue put a jade pendant of black jade into his hand, and the tentacles were warm, at that time she canonized the eldest princess Hu Luxian gave a jade pendant, this jade pendant is only half the size of a palm, the black jade is warm and moist, clear and translucent, and can even be used as a mirror.

I heard him say that it was passed on to him by my father when I hunted a grizzly bear when I was ten years old, and I have been carrying it for so many years, it can be said that it is his talisman, and she has no intention of envying Hu Lu, so she can only bear it well, and wait until he meets someone he likes one day and then return it to him, it should be now,

Hu Luxian took the jade pendant in his arms, waved his hand to Gao Wanyue behind him, got into the carriage without looking back, and drove the carriage into the distance, looking at his departing figure a little sad, after the carnival will always bring a touch of sadness.

The sky didn't know when the snowflakes were getting heavier and heavier, the goose feathers were heavy and the snow was falling, Gao Wanyue stood there and watched the shadow of the carriage slowly turn into a point and then fade away, she couldn't tell whether she was happy or sad, but at the moment she liked this kind of night very much, quiet and peaceful, only hearing the sound of snow falling.

Suddenly, she felt a warmth on her body, and when she looked down, she saw that she had an extra coat on her body, she looked up at the person standing beside her with a serious face, "It's cold, let's go in," he looked at Gao Wanyue and looked at his gaze, and he said such a sentence to the ghost.

"Okay," Gao Wanyue smiled, she clenched the hands of the people around her, felt the temperature coming from his palms, and turned around and walked towards the house.

In this way, the time and years are quiet...

Don't be sudden, talk about it.

Maybe after tonight, they will never see each other again in this life, and she will take An Youju on a road of no return, on this road she doesn't care about the eyes of others, silently guarding what she wants to protect in her heart, and should not tell anyone,

If they had never sinned, they would not have turned against each other and would never see each other again.

No matter what the future holds, at least for this moment, they are purposeless, simple, happy, and nothing more, and tonight will be engraved in the depths of their memories, even if they are buried in the dust, they will not be forgotten.

The beauty of this moment will become eternal.

Maybe after many years, when the pale face and gray hair, leaning on the shade under the tree, the children are happy on their knees, and the flowers are colorful, this beautiful moment will also be brushed in the mind.

Her slightly drunk face is like a peach blossom in March, like a colorful glow in the afterglow, and under the reflection of the firelight, it is even more beautiful.

Gao Wanyue thought that if she wasn't the eldest princess, in the eyes of others, maybe she would be ordinary, but in his opinion, she was still bright and dazzling, and she couldn't be defiled.

In the poignant night, the room was lit with a light light, although it was not bright, but it ignited a gentle warmth in the darkness. The first time I saw her, my heart was inexplicably kind, she had countless scars on her body, what a painful past she should have, she couldn't suffer anymore, she had to protect her, she didn't want her, and the slightest damage was done.

The full moon hangs high, sprinkled with silver frost.

Take one more look, and once this moment is over, it will be gone.

She fell asleep warmly in An Youju's arms, fantasizing that the snow would never stop, the windows would be bright and clean, and the snow would fall outside, this was winter, but her winter must be very warm.

Snow?

A word came to her mind: Sac Ying Xue

In the middle of the night, she couldn't see his five fingers, and a little starlight illuminated his eyebrows, she couldn't see An Youjue's eyebrows clearly, she thought, if many fireflies were gathered together, wouldn't it become a bright light?

So, I found a white silk pocket, trying to catch these little glimmers of the night, but these elves were very naughty, and refused to obey and obediently entered the pocket.

She covered it with her hand while these elves were not paying attention, carefully placed it in the white ribbon she had just held, and gradually grabbed dozens of fireflies, and then tied the mouth of the bag and hung it up. Although not as bright as the moonlight, the pale green shimmer is very warm.

"The sac fireflies reflect the snow, it is very elegant."

He closed the scroll lightly, looked at this side with a smile, Wanyue was at a loss for a while, and two blush flew on his face, looking at him, the ink fragrance lingered, the scholarly spirit, and the ghost talent with an infinite future, the troubles in this world seemed to have nothing to do with him, talking and laughing, and the tree was gone.

No, where do the fireflies come from on a winter night? Didn't they all freeze to death?

No, this voice is not An Youju, so who is he?

She wanted to turn back to see the man's face, but it was gone, leaving only a vague and gentle figure, there was no one around, the world became gray, she ran, ran through one palace after another, and the sky was still the same gray, and there was no one,

She suddenly woke up, it was just a dream!

Gao Wanyue wiped the sweat from her forehead, her mind couldn't calm down for a long time, she remembered this scene, she could dream of it before, and the man's figure --- Yuanxiao?

The person she always didn't want to think of always appeared quietly in her mind, she thought she had forgotten but always remembered it again in the most vague time, looking out the window with resentment,

Winter is coming, the flowers are withering, the mountains are like jade clusters, and the forests are like silver makeup.

The charcoal fire burned out and only a pile of empty ashes remained, Wanyue put on a dress and sat in front of the dresser to dress up carefully, coiled her hair into the simplest bun, clean and neat, without a trace of messiness, and gently dipped some bright red lipstick with her fingertips and printed it on the center of her lips and lower lips,

Gentle and unobtrusive color, pursed his lips lightly, slowly blended around, and through the bronze mirror, An Youju on the bed was looking at himself and smiling,

She turned around and picked up the green daisy on the table, "Young boy, give me a thrush." As soon as these words came out, An Youju first paused, and then laughed,

Lift the quilt and walk out of the bed

Down, looking at the Qing Dai in his hand and didn't know what the effect would be, he first made a shallow scratch on her eyebrows, a trace of thick ink, he gently didn't dare to draw according to the outline, and asked himself if there was no more serious time than at this moment, and there was no more nervous time,

One hand thrush is trembling slightly, and he can only use the other hand to help relieve the tremor, but you must know that this is the first time in his life that he has painted a thrush for a woman, if he doesn't draw well, he doesn't know what will happen in the future...

It took a long time for him to draw both sides, Gao Wanyue looked in the mirror carefully, and always felt awkward when she looked at herself in the mirror with her eyebrows, so she could only smile, "The painting is good." ”

An Youju looked a little more meaningful, put Qingdai on the dresser, and took advantage of his efforts to turn around, rubbed off the left side a little, and made up a few strokes, which looked much more pleasing to the eye, after all, he was the first time, to encourage and encourage, not to fight,

Before noon, she took An Youju to climb the mountain, stepping on the snow to find plums, this is the most elegant thing in winter, the weather is getting colder and colder just after the first snow, and her hands are frozen red.

led him to walk up to the endless mountains, the white snow, was stepped on rows of black footprints, particularly dazzling, and no matter how white things were, once there was a stain, it became extraordinarily clear and eye-catching.

The mountain road is very long, all the way twists and turns, the steps are more and more difficult to climb the mountain, every time I turn around and stop when I can't walk tired, it is also a pleasure to stop and look at the beautiful scenery in the distance, she stands on the steps, her hands are supporting the bar, panting, tired and can no longer walk,

"Tired? Late night. An Youju held her with one hand and gave her a supportive lean, "Stop and rest." ”

"Uh-huh, okay." She said breathlessly, looking at Yecheng not far from the bottom of the mountain on the mountainside, carving beams and paintings, covered with a layer of silver makeup, and couldn't tell where it was.

"The heavy snow weighs down the green pines, which is very beautiful." The trees in this mountain forest are straight and towering, and the green pine trees are pressed with thick snow, and the snow is so heavy that some of the delicate branches cannot bear the weight of the snowflakes and are crushed and fall to the ground.

There are still snow balls of salsa falling from the branches, the mountains are very quiet, and there is an echo of their words when they are quiet, and there seem to be only the two of them here, lingering,

"Late, do you like to climb high?" Watching her stand on the steps higher than herself, looking dizzily into the distance, and An Youjue's eyes have been looking at her, her smoky gray eyes are full of distant scenery,

"I like it, climb to the top and look far away! Standing on a high vantage point and looking down can see a different view. "Once she just stood at the highest place of the banquet in the palace and hid behind the emperor, observing everyone's small movements, or flattery, or dignified, and she could see people clearly from a high place.

"Young Turk, I will climb to the top today." She looked at the gazebo at the top of the hill, where it ended, and sometimes she could

It's also a good thing to see the end, you can know how hard you work to have the end, and the most feared thing is that some people struggle all their lives without knowing the goal,

I didn't care about the empty space under my feet, "Oops." Sitting on the ground, An Youju was weak, and he didn't have time to watch her fall for the second time, and saw her sitting on the ground,

"My feet, they hurt." She couldn't stand up, so she could only sit on the ground, not daring to touch her left foot, because she stepped on a branch in the snow to fall here, so it was necessary to see the road under her feet.

An Youju squatted down and picked up her calves, rubbed his hands and rubbed them for her, warmth seeping in from his clothes, "It shouldn't hurt my bones, but I can't walk for the time being." ”

Gao Wanyue couldn't cry or laugh for a while, this is really a report from the world, it came too fast, I just lied to Huan Yu yesterday and said that I sprained my ankle, and it really happened today, so it can be seen that you can't lie.

An Youju looked left and right to see that there was no one, picked up Wanyue, climbed the last few steps, and walked up to the pavilion, which was in disrepair but it was okay to take a nap, looking at the beautiful scenery, and forgetting the pain on his feet,

It will be the top of the mountain, and the mountains will be seen at a glance.

She wants to stand on a high place, in an invincible position, hide behind everyone and play with these sentient beings, and hold everyone's hearts tightly in her hands, so that she doesn't know everything, and what variables are she afraid of, "Young Baby, you see this is the scenery standing at the top, majestic, magnificent." ”

Nothing can be described forever, the magnificent scenery of nature is really ingenious, but he doesn't seem to like it, he still looks at the sky, "Yes, it's really beautiful." ”

An Youju, he always held my hands and gave me tenderness.

But now it's my turn to be afraid that he will leave me, although everything depends on me, and everything comes first, but there is always a trace of loneliness in his eyes.

He always seems to have something to say to me, and I always interrupt what he hasn't finished, he is always so indifferent, seemingly not caring about anything, but if he doesn't leave me, is that just attachment,

"Young Baby, let's go back." Spit out a sentence lightly, weak as a weak willow supporting the wind.

(End of chapter)