"Green ants make new wine, red clay stoves. If you want snow in the evening, can you drink a glass of it?"

Ding Jun woke up from his slumber, and what came to his mind was Bai Letian's song "Ask Liu Nineteen".

There was a figure in front of him shaking, blurry, sometimes far and sometimes near.

Finally, a scented hand was placed on his forehead, and someone whispered, "Mr. Ding, how are you?"

Ding Jun grabbed the hand and blurted out, "Snow girl...... Snow Night! ”

Snow Night, is a nice name. In the artistic conception of "Late Heaven Wants Snow", such a beautiful girl who does not eat the fireworks of the world floats and drifts away, a picture of a distant mountain lady with timeless brushwork and beautiful lines. No matter what Xue Wan did, he wanted to keep that image in his mind forever.

"Oh, I'm Fang Qing." The man sighed.

Ding Jun's temples began to hurt, as if they were about to explode, and it was as if two electric drills were repeatedly drilling inside and out, trying to disassemble his skull.

Finally, he finally woke up and faced Fang Qing's concerned eyes.

"Where is this? It's Torin Temple......" He looked around, the wooden bed was old, the table was old, the utensils were old, and the smell of ghee wafted in the air that had not gone away for a hundred years. This is indeed the Torin Temple, the place where a strange incident began. Only a few days have passed, but there is already a difference in front of me. The dead and the undead swirled around in his mind, and all the details were revealed at the same time.

"Torin Temple, I'm finally back." He sighed, both happy and a little regretful. He came back, and the snow was far away, and the two of them were like two meteors staggered in the night sky, never going back, never seeing each other again. The fierce battle between life and death, blood and fire in the underground labyrinth was like a silk thread that was cut and untangled, binding his feelings. In front of Xue Wan, he found that he would lose the concept of good and evil, which was completely opposite to the cultural and military education he had received before. Moreover, Xuewan's way of dealing with problems is also unique, which is completely different from his thinking.

"It's a blessing in misfortune to come back alive." He noticed that Fang Qing had been watching him, so he laughed at himself to hide the complicated feelings in his heart.

"Yes, you've come back safely, and after seven hours of sleep, you've finally woken up-" Fang Qing covered her mouth and yawned secretly. Looking at her tired appearance, she must have stayed up all night without a moment of rest.

"Thank you for taking care of me." Ding Jun remembered that someone in the confusion kept feeding him water with a small spoon and putting an ice towel on his forehead every once in a while. This qiē must have been done by Fang Qing. Everyone doesn't have a deep friendship, so he really can't help each other like this.

"It's okay, it's just a matter of help." Fang Qing replied.

She got up, pinched some dark ink tea leaves and put them into the thermos cup, then poured water to make tea, and a complex smell mixed with herbs and tea floated in the room.

Ding Jun stared at her back, and couldn't help but compare her with Xue Wan in his heart. The two of them are also slender and good-looking, if they get out of the bitter cold and put them in the background of another city, they must be beautiful women who amaze all men. The only difference is that Fang Qing is warm and soft, while Xuewan is cold and arrogant, the former is a flower that blooms with a smile in the spring breeze, and the latter is an ice ridge hanging on the top of the snow-capped mountain in the harsh winter.

"What are you looking at?" Fang Qing turned her back to Ding Jun, but was keenly aware of the other party's gaze.

Ding Jun lowered his head and covered it with a wry smile: "No, I'm thinking, you are worthy of being the sister of the 'Mountain King' Fang Qianqi, you are calm, and you can sort out a qiē problem in an orderly manner in any critical situation." Compared to you, I have so much to reflect. ”

Fang Qing raised her head and laughed silently.

"Mountain King" Fang Qianqi is the pride of Asians, hearing Ding Jun say this, she made no secret of her admiration for her brother: "You are too modest, my brother said that you are definitely the first rising star among Asian Chinese." In time, your accomplishments will never be below his. ”

Ding Jun smiled bitterly: "I have never had such lofty ideals, and the things in front of me are very tricky, and they have already made me anxious."

Next, he told Fang Qing in detail about what happened in the town of Torin, without hiding it in the slightest.

Hearing the end, Fang Qing couldn't help but sigh: "After spending so much effort, you came back empty-handed?" If you don't hold the kindness of a woman, the husband will make a decision, and the disparity between the strength of the enemy and the enemy is already huge, but you have repeatedly missed the opportunity and refused to kill that snowy girl - if this is a military operation, how should you punish you for continuously delaying the warplane?"

On the battlefield, a commander has no right to make mistakes, because even the slightest negligence can lead to the innocent death of his soldiers.

"I made a lot of mistakes, so it's a blessing to come back alive. I'm ashamed, as you said, if this is a military operation, what awaits me is only to rectify the law on the spot. Ding Jun replied in a low voice.

"Alas, don't blame yourself, people are not saints, who can be without fault? Everyone makes mistakes sometimes. Actually, your self-control is already very good, listening to your description, that girl in the snow evening seems to be a firework that does not eat the world, and is absolutely heavenly. When an ordinary man saw it, he would have fallen into the mud and become a captive of the other party's beauty. Now that the matter in Torin Town is over, let's turn our attention back to the problems in the temple - can you persevere? Let's go see the pianist now?" Fang Qing said with a smile.

Ding Jun nodded, immediately got up, and put on his shoes.

"I'm fine, let's go see Siqin." Ding Jun's mind was already clear, and he couldn't help blushing a little when he thought of his repeated fierce battles and defeat.

The two walked through the Moon Cave Gate and turned right at an intersection.

Ding Jun stopped and looked back to the left. Two intersections in that direction are the painting wall where the sixteen Vajra dancers are located. The thought of unlocking the secret of the March pattern in the Scripture Pavilion lightened his heart.

"What's wrong?" Fang Qing asked.

"Xue Wan took away a child, to be exact, she took away the descendants of Shi Man and Siqin. I had a chance to successfully turn the tables, but for the sake of the mountain, I fell short. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, even I wouldn't have believed that a child would have such a strange birthmark on his forehead. Xue Wan said that there is no birthmark like that, and it must be brought back to Guge. Ding Jun said contemplatively.

Fang Qing smiled: "This evil, you have already sued me five times in a coma."

Ding Jun was stunned: "Really?"

Fang Qing nodded: "Of course it's true, you also called the name 'Xue Wan' more than two hundred times."

Ding Jun bowed his head in shame: "Really?"

Fang Qing chanted poetry in a low voice: "Green ants make new wine, red clay furnace." If you want snow in the evening, can you drink a glass of nothing? You recite this poem repeatedly, are you inviting the snowy girl to drink in your dreams?" Before she finished speaking, she had already covered her mouth and smiled and bent over.

Ding Jun touched the back of his head in embarrassment, shook his head vigorously, but somehow denied it. In fact, no matter which man encounters a beauty like Xue Wan, his mind wanders and he never forgets it.

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