Huo Jiang walked out of the Hanlin Courtyard, and as soon as he sat in the official sedan chair, he heard the elder Sui Achuan calling him outside the sedan chair: "Big master, big lord." ”

Huo Jiang lifted the corner of the sedan curtain: "What's the matter?" ”

Ah Chuan leaned closer and said, "Second Master Shi is behind, see if you want to stop." ”

Huo Jiang hummed, and the sedan chair man stopped, but he didn't get off the sedan chair.

Shi Yun trotted after him, saluted the sedan chair, and said respectfully: "Lord Zhangyuan, my brother has newly obtained two ancient inkstones, and I want you to evaluate it." ”

Huo Jiang sighed and said lightly: "There are a lot of trivial matters in the house, let's change the day." ”

His voice was very soft, Shi Yun couldn't hear it clearly, and just as he was about to ask again, the sedan chair had already continued to move forward.

Huo Jiang sat in a sedan chair, sitting upright, closing his eyes and recuperating. But in my mind, it was like a thousand horses galloping.

Shi Yun's brother, that is Shi Yuan.

Although his eyes were closed, the corners of Huo Jiang's eyes twitched a few times.

Shi Yuan......

He said to Ah Chuan: "Don't go back to the house yet, go to Yongji Temple." ”

At this time, it was already afternoon, and it was not the fifteenth day of the new year, and there were no pilgrims in Yongji Temple, and it was as calm as a deep mountain temple.

Huo Jiang didn't let Ah Chuan alarm the people in the temple, he changed his official uniform in the sedan chair, and under the dark blue leather cloak was a coarse cloth cotton robe, walking on the old bluestone steps, like a cloth scholar with idle clouds and wild cranes.

Snowflakes suddenly floated in the sky, sprinkled one after another, like pear blossoms that year.

In the empty temple, Huo Jiang walked alone on the snowy stone path, the cold wind blew, a strand of his hair fell down and stuck to his cheek, he shook his head, but the strand of hair was still stubbornly attached to the side of his face, just like that woman......

The woman with long hair as beautiful as seaweed, the white skin as a pear blossom, the woman who pushed him to the precipice and had to compromise, the woman he hated and loved.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, the stone path was white, Huo Jiang slipped under his feet, staggered and fell, he didn't get up, he lay on the cold bluestone like a child, and the pain in his knees hit, but he didn't seem to feel it anymore.

Why does it still hurt? No, no, he's no longer in pain.

Huo Jiang didn't know if there was a second person in this world like him, who didn't feel pain, he tried to stab his leg with a sharp knife with a cow's ear, and the blood was dripping, but he didn't even move his brows, it wasn't that he was strong, it was that he really didn't feel pain.

How can a person who has no heart and no soul feel pain?

No, not anymore, from the moment he thrust a blue on his wife's head into the woman's throat, he no longer felt pain.

Huo Jiang finally stood up from the stone path, and the surroundings were already white.

It's so good that the snow is so good, it's so good, the bad, the beautiful and the ugly, are covered with snowflakes, they look pure and crystalline, and everything is as beautiful as the first sight.

He seemed to see that year outside the pass, even in the wind and snow, he fell into the snow as now, and did not get up for half a day.

A snow plough came to the dust, and from a distance, he saw a woman, all in a fiery red, wearing a big tartar fur hat on her head, the woman saw him falling in the snow, pointed at him in embarrassment, laughed, hearty, wanton.

He was so angry at the laughter that he stood up with his frozen arms on his hands, and saw a face as bright as the morning glow and as bright as a pearl.

He thought it would be a rude wild woman, but he didn't expect it to be a pretty little girl. He suddenly felt ashamed of himself, and sure enough, he was useless as a scholar, and after the township test, he came out to practice, he wanted to go all over the world, to observe the hunger and suffering of the people, and he wanted to write a unique editorial in the examination, and he wanted to be like the ancients, the worries of the world first, and the joy of the world after the world.

But he didn't know why, and he was ashamed in front of a little girl who behaved rudely.

He's not a powerless scholar, he's just accidentally falling.

At this moment, a voice like a hollow valley spring sounded: "Lin'er, you are rude again. ”

Then he saw another man standing up on the plough of the snow, and there were two people sitting on it, but he did not see it.

This is also a young woman, who looks two or three years older than the one named Lin'er, with black hair and snowy skin, slim and elegant, but she is plain, and her luster is hidden by Lin'er's red clothes, so he didn't see it.

"Childe, I'm sorry, my cousin is young and ignorant, don't worry, by the way, you didn't fall and hurt yourself......"

He hurriedly shook his head, although the woman outside the gate was bold, but he was a scholar, so he couldn't be rude.

He hugged his fists to the two of them, said that it was okay, turned around and left, and just after a few steps, he heard a voice like a silver bell behind him: "Hey, that one is who, and then." ”

He was stunned, only to understand that this person was calling him, he just turned around, and saw the oncoming Yihuan flying towards him, he subconsciously used his sleeve to block, and the thing fell to the snow.

Only then did he see clearly that it was a cowhide bag, and he knew that the cowhide bag carried by the people outside the customs was not filled with water, but wine.

The fiercest burning knife.

He also saw the person who threw the wine bag at him, it was the red Lin'er who was like a fire.

"Hey, you're so stupid, you can't catch this", Lin'er complained, a pair of big apricot eyes glared at him fiercely, "You take this, just your weak body and bones, without this, you will freeze to death." ”

It turned out to be kind.

He secretly blamed himself for not knowing the hearts of good people, and hurriedly apologized to Lin'er, and when he raised his eyes, he was facing the eyes of the woman next to Lin'er.

It's just a faint look, like spring water in March, so soft that he can't take his eyes off.

He thought he was not a disciple, but at this moment, he wanted to be drunk and die in this tenderness.

It wasn't until Lin'er curiously stretched out her hand and shook it in front of his eyes that he knew that he had lost his temper, hurriedly picked up the wine bag on the ground, said thank you, and fled.

......

Snowflakes the size of copper coins fell on Huo Jiang's hair and shoulders, and the surroundings were silent, but Huo Jiang seemed to hear the sound of snowflakes falling.

Only lonely people in this world will hear the sound of snow falling.

He laughed self-deprecatingly and tried to stand up, but this time, he fell to the ground for too long, and although the snow in the capital was not as good as that outside the gate, his legs were still numb and unable to exert himself.

He struggled a few times, but fell again, he smiled bitterly, he was old, really old, so old that he couldn't get up after falling, so old that he had no ambition.

No, he may have never been young, otherwise how could he be old and dizzy at his best years, mistaken for people, mistaken for trust, mistaken for love.

Tears flowed down and melted with the snow on the face, forming a thin layer of ice......