A few months passed like this, and before I knew it, it was winter-

"Miss, it's snowing!" Hanyue looked out the window excitedly.

In the blink of an eye, the year is over. Since Murong Zhi came here, he basically spends every day losing weight and chatting with Aunt Han Yuelan, and occasionally the man in black will come to chat with him at night, although this arrogant little Zhengtai is very arrogant, but he will tell himself some novel stories about this world, and this kind of day is not bad. Murong Zhi looked at the snow outside the window and slowly recalled her life over the past year.

Since Murong Zhi began to practice martial arts, coupled with daily exercise, she has indeed lost a lot of weight in the past six months, but the meat-loving little chubby smash will never become a skinny beauty, but for Murong Zhi, who is not motivated, it is not bad now.

"It's almost the New Year, let's make dumplings, Hanyue?"

"Yes, Miss!" I'll just say, Miss must be a great beauty after losing weight, and the current Miss must have many suitors. Xiaoqing thought beautifully as she walked.

Murong Zhi stood by the window, looking at the snow outside the window, and couldn't help but think of Jin Xia's face.

"It's snowing, Jin Xia, did you see it? I'm fine now, you, are you okay? Murong Zhi looked at the snow outside the window and muttered to herself. Jin Xia, do you know? Since I came to this world, I can't forget my father, my mother, and you......" Murong Zhi held the snowflakes by the window, and couldn't help but think of the time when it snowed every winter, no matter how cold it was, Jin Xia would always have a red nose and build a snowman at the door of Su Xiaomo's house, every time Su Xiaomo opened the door, she would see a snowman with a red nose and Jin Xia who was frozen red......

"Smack-"

"Miss, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying? What's going on? Hanyue came in with dumplings, and saw Murong Zhi dressed in white, standing lonely by the window, not knowing where to look, with a sad expression and tears on her face, which made people feel nervous.

Crying? Murong Zhi touched her cheek, it was wet, and she put it on the tip of her tongue and licked it, it was really bitter, Murong Zhi smiled helplessly. "It's okay, it's because the wind outside the window is too strong, and my eyes are sour." Murong Zhi chuckled.

"Really? Come on, young lady, I'll go and close the window, so that I don't have to catch the cold later. Murong Zhi had to come to the table-

"Hanyue, why did you bring raw meat? I love meat, but I like cooked food! ”

"Poof-" Looking at Murong Zhi's loveless little face because she had no flesh, Hanyue couldn't help laughing. "Miss, I'm afraid that you will be bored in the room alone, so I specially brought these in and chatted with you while making dumplings."

Since Miss broke her head that time, although her temperament has changed a lot and she has forgotten many things, she is more likable now. Hanyue rolled noodles while thinking about the beauty.

"Hanyue, I'll make dumplings with you." Murong Zhi didn't want to be so sad anymore, since she was reborn, she had to live a good life for herself, the people she cared about, and Jin Xia.

The two of them were rolling noodles and wrapping dumplings in this small room. During this period, Aunt Lan also came in to help, and this happy atmosphere seemed to melt the snow outside.

"Miss, look, Aunt Lan's dumplings!" Hanyue held Aunt Lan's perfect dumplings in one hand, "Isn't it beautiful!" ”

"That's right! It's beautiful, my dumplings are all missing. Murong Zhi looked at the dumplings in Hanyue's hand. That's right! When I used to make dumplings with Ma Ma, Ma Ma always disliked the ugly dumplings he made, I don't know if there was no help from me this year (although the help was all too much), are the dumplings in Ma Ma Bao still delicious? Is Baba helping Ma Ma and noodles now, or is he lazy again......

"This dumpling is the same every year, but what happens differently every year." Aunt Lan suddenly interjected, interrupting Murong Zhi's memories.

Murong Zhi looked at Aunt Lan, "Miss also wants to learn how to make dumplings?" Aunt Lan smiled faintly, and then handed Murong Zhi a dumpling wrapper.

"Yes, I have to trouble Aunt Lan to teach me." The past is always the past, the so-called memories are not used to sink, every moment of the present is new, although I don't know if the road to the future is full of thorns, or sunny, or plain, but so what? The road came out on its own, didn't it?

New year, new beginning, Murong Zhi, look ahead! The snow hasn't stopped, but it's already sunny outside.