In the bustling crowd, her eyes kept looking around, her eyes wide open, eager to notice the changes that had taken place in the past three months. Which shop is not as good as the previous business, which shop has moved away, Zhou Yi carefully observes the slightest changes.

Suddenly, something white down fell in the sky, and Zhou Yi thought it was a feather or a down at first, but when the white was gently lying in Zhou Yi's palm, Zhou Yi knew that it was snow.

The ice was cold, and instantly hit Zhouyi's brain like an electric current, and in an instant, it turned into a water in his hand, and a tear.

Zhou Yi blinked, "Xue Xue Xue!" ", exclaimed Zhou Yi in the crowd.

This is the first time in her life that Zhou Yi has seen snow with her own eyes, she has only seen it on TV before, and now the snow is melting in the palm of her hand.

Slowly, slowly, slowly.

The snow is getting heavier. They all fluttered and fell down flutteringly. Shugai turned her face to the sky, and the snowflakes kissed her face like a white elf in a hexagonal dress. At that moment, Zhou Yi thought of the colorful Luoying of the laurel of the Toad Palace.

In an instant, Zhou Yi felt himself getting lighter and lighter, like this light snowflake, slowly losing its weight and floating, floating in the wind. Zhou Yi leaned down and looked down, but as far as his eyes could see, the streets were still full of traffic, and people were still walking on their own, not knowing whether they didn't notice the snow or didn't have time to stop to enjoy the snow scene of goose feathers.

The boat drifted over the city with the wind, over the city, over the village, over the mountains, and onto the lake.

The lake lies in the embrace of mountains all around, the mountains are all white, the lake is also white, and in the middle of the lake stands a dark green pavilion.

"A green snail on a silver plate". A figure in the pavilion could be faintly seen. Zhou Yi heard a melodious tune, and guessed it was the sound of a flute. The boat moved slowly towards the pavilion following the sound.

When Zhouyi's feet landed in the pavilion, she was surprised to find that the pavilion stood alone in the middle of the lake, and there was no way to reach the shore. This pavilion is an island.

In the pavilion, there was a man sitting on a felt, and on the felt was a small table with rice paper, wine cups, and candles. Next to the table is a slightly hot starlit stove.

Zhou Yi looked at it, and that person was Zhou Jin. Zhou Jin was dressed in white, with long hair in ancient costumes, he was carrying a brush to write something on rice paper, Zhou Yi did not speak, slowly and silently approached him, wanting to see what he wrote on the paper.

"The fog is thick, the sky and the clouds and the mountains and the water, the top and bottom are white. The shadow on the lake is only a trace of the long causeway, a little pavilion in the center of the lake, a mustard with the rest of the boat, and two or three people in the boat. ”

Zhou Yi smiled, isn't this the "Watching the Snow in the Lake Pavilion" that I took the last time I took the archaeological poetry silent writing test in the language month? At that time, I happened to not remember this article, so after the exam, Zhou Yishu memorized it several times.

Zhou Jin raised his head, and Zhou Jin, who had long hair and fluttering, was also very good-looking. "Do you want to write?" Zhou Jin asked.

"Me?" Zhou Yi pointed at herself with her finger, and it was only then that she realized that she had changed into a dark green dress in ancient costumes, with a jade pendant on her chest and a nailing headdress on her head.

The next moment, Zhou Yi was like a feather, gently falling into Zhou Jin's arms, Zhou Jin's lips were gently close to Zhou Yi's ears, and the lips and earlobes were only a millimeter apart. Zhou Yi could exactly feel Zhou Jin's even breath, which made Zhou Yi's ears itch, his whole body was numb, and his whole body became weak, and he instantly collapsed in Zhou Jin's arms, like a pool of liquid without strength.

Zhou Yi's head drooped slightly, and his cheeks were faintly flushed, and Zhou Yi pursed his lips.

"Hmm." Zhou Yi held the brush and was about to start the inscription, when Zhou Jin's big hand suddenly covered Zhou Yi's slender little hand, Zhou Jin's hand was wide and powerful, and the most important thing was that it was very warm, like the warm sun in winter, which made people irresistible.

When Zhou Jin's hand touched Zhou Yi's hand, Zhou Yi's instinctive thought was to retreat, Zhou Yi's body unconsciously leaned back, directly against Zhou Jin's solid chest, and the two of them snuggled up to each other tightly.

Zhou Yi felt a little embarrassed, raised his head from Zhou Jin's arms, and saw Zhou Jin's angular face head-on. The near-perfect silhouette made Zhou Yi's heartbeat unconsciously accelerate.

"Plop Plop"

What's even worse is that at this moment, Zhou Jinzheng lowered his head and asked gently, "What's wrong?" ”

"No... It's nothing. Zhou Yi said in a panic, now her heart was constantly rising and falling, and her adrenaline was soaring.

"Are you sure?" Zhou Jin's tone was still gentle, even with a hint of pampering, and his face unconsciously approached Zhouyi's face.

A little, a little, a little.

Zhou Yi's face and Zhou Jin's face were very close, close at hand, and the breaths exhaled by each other could converge.

At this moment, Zhou Yi was even more panicked, "I... I...", Zhou Yi said hesitantly, but maybe everything now is exactly what he expected?

Zhou Yi knew that Zhou Jin's lips were approaching, and she would choose to be an evasive soldier, Zhou Yi closed his eyes nervously, finally, that moment of anticipation was about to come true at this moment.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Zhou Yi looked forward to it with enthusiasm, but his lips did not receive any other feelings, Zhou Yi was a little overwhelmed, and slowly opened his eyes timidly, and suddenly found that there was no figure in the pavilion.

Zhou Yi's pupils dilated, and he sat up straight in surprise, and immediately stood up from the ground, indeed there was no one in the pavilion except her.

"Zhou Jin, Zhou Jin," Zhou Yi shouted in a low voice, but he still didn't appear, Zhou Yi's mind felt like it had been struck by lightning at the moment, and his mind was blank.

Is what just happened just an illusion?

The boat moved towards the scene outside the pavilion, the white mountains, the white lake. There is no voice, let alone a person.

"Zhou Jin!" Zhou Yi tore her throat and shouted towards the mountain outside the pavilion, at this moment Zhou Yi probably lost her mind, and she only had Zhou Jin in her mind. She cried out, and a sense of powerlessness instantly engulfed her body.

The sound still echoed in the mountains on all sides, but in an instant the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the gentle snowflakes outside turned into fist-sized hailstones, falling like cannonballs, the white mountains turned gray, and waves rose on the lake.

Zhou Yi felt scared, and at this moment she felt fear that she had never felt before. The ever-changing scene caught her off guard, and Zhou Yi clearly felt the temperature dropping, and she had goosebumps all over her body, shivering constantly, and her whole body looked like an ice sculpture.

Before Zhou Yi could wrap himself in felt, a gust of wind struck, directly blowing over the top of the pavilion, Zhou Yi raised his head, and saw the hail falling from the sky, and the hail falling from the sky became bigger and bigger, and finally turned into a meteorite, which was about to fall directly on Zhou Yi's head.

"Ahh , Zhou Yi screamed softly, his eyes suddenly opened, and he woke up from a dream.

Zhou Yi found that his quilt had fallen under the bed, and a cold winter wind was blowing outside the house, blowing open the windows that had not been closed.

There were still tears in the corners of Zhou Yi's eyes, which were tears in a dream, touching his forehead, a cold sweat, and a chill all over his body. Zhou moved out of bed and picked up the quilt and closed the window, but her heart couldn't be calm for a long time, and the dream just now had awakened her.

In the dark night of winter, Zhou Yi was lying on the bed, she had a dream about spring, thinking of this, Zhou Yi couldn't help but smirk, but laughing and laughing, Zhou Yi's smile was frozen, and was replaced by frowning, facing Zhou Jin, she still felt powerless.