Chapter 65: Drifting Snow

Brilliant fireworks lit up the dark sky of the Shadow Groups. In this independent small world, the sun can shine on any corner of here, but it can't be seen by outsiders, it turns out that in front of their eyes, in that seemingly ethereal space, there is such a "cave blessed land" hidden.

If you let outsiders know that in the depths of this Hengduan Mountain Range, in this place called "Ghost Domain", there will also be fireworks in the sky and salutes roaring, I don't know how you will feel.

At this time, a crisp cry instantly disrupted his thoughts.

"Ye Yu, come on!" Ruyue Jiao shouted.

It's been nearly six years since he came to the Shadows, and this is the first time he's seen anything like this. This mysterious organization, accustomed to hiding in the dark, always tries its best to maintain its mystery to the world and prevent all the invasion of light.

Perhaps as the giant of the dark side of the Great Galaxy, darkness is the eternal king. This is also undeniable. Perhaps light and darkness are inherently a natural enemy, just like love and hate, ice and fire. Or maybe these bright fireworks are just a flash in the pan, just like a moth to a fire, choosing the light also means the end of life.

Unconsciously, Ruyue had happily held a giant salute as thick as a bucket and ran in front of Ye Yu. She felt that good things had to be shared with Ye Yu to make sense. Otherwise, no matter how beautiful the fireworks are, she will only feel noisy.

Ruyue ran fast, "tired" The little maid Didi behind her was panting, and she kept shouting "Miss, Miss" one by one.

The brilliant fireworks have completely lit up the dead night sky of the Shadows. At this moment, I don't know how many people are stopping to watch, watching this rare sight hidden in the depths of their memories. Perhaps, even the Shadow Killers who are fighting in bed at this moment will unconsciously flash a faint sadness in the corners of their eyes.

I don't know what these fireworks have lit up in their hearts, but there is no doubt that these seemingly childish things have ignited the innocence in the depths of Ye Yu's memory. &*．． Fastest Update**

"Alas, behind the glitz!" Unable to hear a sigh from the old man in the distance, Ye Yu put his fingers together slightly, and suddenly pulled the lead.

Just listen to the sound of "boom", the brilliant fireworks like a tongue of fire instantly erupted from the mouth of the "cannon", crossed a beautiful arc, cut through the dark night sky of Aresburg, and finally turned into a brilliant fireworks rain over this ancient city with vicissitudes of history.

Moss stretched out her plain hand and looked up at the sky with a fascinated look. In the night sky, the brilliant fireworks bloomed, bloomed, and fell in her beautiful eyes, just like the magnolia flowers that bloomed in spring, poignant and charming. At this moment, a trace of coldness suddenly fell on her wrist.

"Is it snowing?" Xiao Mo couldn't help but feel a burst of joy, holding it lightly in her jade hand, carefully caring for a snowflake that fell on her palm. It's a pity that the snow is merciless, and after a short period of beauty, all you harvest is a drop of clear water.

At this moment, a violent cough came from the hut behind her. Xiao Moss hurriedly put away her naughtiness, took a lotus step, and trotted towards the hut.

"Mother, you're fine!" Moss asked with a worried expression.

In the hut, at the head of the bed, a woman with a half-covered, unkempt face, was leaning against the corner of the bed, coughing violently. Every time she coughed, her messy bun shook violently with her body, and she trembled directly after reaching the most susceptible point. But through the messy bun and beautiful eyebrows, the residual charm of the woman can still be vaguely seen, and there is no doubt that although she is suffering from disease, this sorrowful woman must be a rare beauty when she is healthy. …,

The hut was filled with the characteristic floral scent of boiling herbs. One of the boiling pots was on top of the stove, "cooing". In this era of a pill to solve the pain, such a smell, such a scene is really rare!

Moss kept rubbing the beautiful woman's back, trying to relieve a little of her pain, at least to make her comfortable. After a while, the beautiful woman relieved her breath and looked up at her daughter beside her, her eyes full of sadness and guilt.

At this time, Xiao Moss hurriedly filtered a bowl of medicinal juice, carefully sent it to her mother's bedside, and whispered while gently blowing: "Mother, drink the medicine!" ”

The beautiful woman shook her head gently, looked at Xiao Moss's eyes full of love, and said softly: "Xiao Moss, I am dragging you down!" ”

"Mother!" Xiao Moss's nose was sore, and she almost cried, shook her head desperately, and said, "No, my mother didn't drag me down!" Xiaomoss is very happy, today is the Spring Festival, you should get better quickly! ”

"Chinese New Year! It's been another year! The beautiful woman's eyes were full of sorrow, and then she gasped violently.

"Mother, drink the medicine!" Xiao Moss hurriedly sent the medicine to her, as if all her hopes were pinned on the bowl of diluted medicine in her hand, as if as soon as she drank it, she would definitely be able to cure the disease.

My mother has always been in poor health, and the medicine has never been stopped, but this time she is the most sick. Xiao Moss was nervous and panicked, for fear that something would happen to her mother and leave her. Although she is only a "trainee" doctor, her medical skills are really not weak. But he was still helpless about his mother's illness.

At this time, the youthfulness of an underage girl and the cowardice in her character are undoubtedly exposed.

The beautiful woman gently brushed off the medicine bowl and sighed, "I don't drink it!" Moss-chan, I want to take a bath! ”

"Ahh However, how can you take a bath when it's so cold at home and your body is so weak? ”

Xiao Moss tried hard to persuade, but for some reason, this mother, who has always been gentle, became unusually stubborn this time. Moss couldn't, so he had to go to the warehouse and move out the dusty wooden barrel for summer bathing.

The snow fell very much, and the softness of the snow turned into a haze in an instant. Moss slipped step by step, and with great difficulty pulled the barrel into the hut.

I don't know when, my mother actually got out of bed, half-leaned on the curtain, stared blankly at the little moss covered in the snow, and said softly: "It's snowing outside!" ”

"Well, it's a big fall! Mother, why are you up? ”

"Snow, crystal pure elves, petals planted in the blue sky, necklaces for winter, give me pure white clothes!" The beautiful woman's eyes were confused, and she was reciting poetry to herself, as if she had not heard of Xiao Moss's words.

I don't understand why my mother suddenly remembered the medieval poet, Algazi's "Snow"! Xiao Moss hurriedly stepped forward and wanted to help her mother to the bed.

"The stars and the moon shine together, falling into the earthly world. Don't be blinded by the dust and fall into that filthy mire! The mother gently brushed off Xiaomos's support and smiled, "I just want to stand up and take a walk!" ”

"Then I'll help you!"

"I want to go out and see the snow!"

"It's very windy outside, so why don't we stay inside. I opened the door a crack and we looked inside the house! ”

The beautiful woman smiled and nodded.

Xiao Moss hurriedly helped her mother, cautiously came to the door, and looked at the snow outside through the crack in the door. The snow should be heavy, cold and cold. But because there is no accumulation, under the dark sky, they can't see anything.

"It's beautiful!" The beautiful woman exclaimed. But there was darkness in Xiaomos's eyes. Maybe only one day in the future, when she looks at the same snowy scene under the poignant night sky, can she experience her mother's feelings at this moment!

After a while, a satisfied smile appeared on the beautiful woman's face. Moss hurriedly closed the door to prevent the cold wind from attacking her mother again.

In the humble cabin, the soft piano sound of Besfen's "Romance" in F major sounded. In the form of a rondo, the music tells people the poignant story of a noble lady and her beloved, who met and fell in love, and who were martyred together.

The mist was shrouded in the barrel, and the beautiful woman's eyes were slightly closed, listening carefully to every tune and song coming out of the music box, as if she had been familiar with every scene and scene.