With heavy snow and cold winds, this year's winter has been exceptionally cold.

The snow fell overnight again, piling up a thick layer that turned the whole town white.

Early in the morning, Wendeng's ten cronies rubbed their hands, took a few breaths of heat, asked the young master to be okay, and then took brooms one by one and came out to enthusiastically help a few old women clear the snow.

The snow is too big, there is a feeling of snow disaster, this town is on the small side, and most young people work in the city, so that this town is more and more clear.

Fu Han had nothing to do, patrolling here, so he asked the disciple to stay for a few days to see if there was anything he could to help.

He went out alone and looked around.

It was too cold, and the lake was covered with thick layers of ice.

There were many children playing on it, and there was a sound of fighting.

Hearing the sound and looking over, he was caught off guard and saw a figure that had not been seen for a long time.

She went to bring back the children who had run far away from the center of the lake one by one, and told them that they could not go to the center of the lake, because it was very dangerous for the ice to break.

She's telling a bunch of children what danger is.

She slid over and brought back the children who had run far away from the center of the lake one by one.

On the ice, she seems to have no weight, light and makes people feel, and when she tiptoes, she can fly, like a swan dancing.

It's pleasing to the eye.

Fu Han unconsciously stopped, hiding in the distance, looking at her.

The wind was strong, and her fair face was blown red.

The smile on the corner of his lips slightly makes people feel that the wind is not so cold.

She wore a pale green cape, which was intertwined with green leaves, and in this vast white, it was full of life.

After all the children were brought back, a teenager came up and said thank you, saying that one of the children was his brother.

He smiled very shyly and scratched his head, young Muai, there was nowhere to hide......

When Fu Han saw this scene, he turned around lightly, there was not much expression on his face, he regarded her as a stranger.

They were no longer involved.

It's just that on the way back, he suddenly felt that this year's winter seemed to be really cold.

It was the winter of the first year he left.

Time flickered, and spring began.

Everything recovers, and he goes through it.

Deep in the mountains, in the old forest, Fu Han forced the snake demon who had recently killed many lives here and killed him.

As he was leaving, the sky was dark, dark clouds were thick, and a storm was brewing.

After a pause, he planned to take refuge in the gazebo in front of him, otherwise he would be drenched in soup halfway through.

Even though he had an umbrella, the slanting wind would still wet him.

Fu Han cares about his image very much, he must be meticulous when he goes out, and he is awkward if there is a wrinkle in his clothes, not to mention, he is wet and embarrassed.

As soon as he arrived, he seemed to hear the voice of a little maidservant, "Miss, there is a pavilion ahead, let's take shelter." ”

"It's fine."

He heard the voice again.

It's not gentle, but it's not cold, and the voice is not glutinous and soft nowadays, it's a little low, and it often makes people feel a sense of precipitation when they listen to it.

Like, the calm surface of the lake, the pleasant sound of the wind.

After a pause, he disappeared into the gazebo.

Lu Shui and Lu Jujube carried the medicine basket on their backs, and ran to the pavilion excitedly, and Lu Shui said in surprise, "Ah, there is an umbrella in this pavilion." ”

"Miss, look."

Lin Xuan glanced at it curiously and said, "Maybe someone has fallen, don't touch it, put it back in its place." ”

"Oh." Green Water was obedient and put it back again.

In a moment, the rain fell, at first dripping and ticking, and then it was pouring down, so noisy and unusually noisy that the branches of the trees were bent over.

Lin Xuan watched the rain silently, her back was obviously delicate, but it made people feel a trace of indifference for no reason.

Fu Han left.

He quietly returned to Wendeng, changed into wet clothes, and lay on the couch casually.

His hair was still dripping, and he didn't bother to dry it, so he put one hand on his forehead and thought slowly, oh, I forgot to take the umbrella.

~~

Since his return to take over Wenden, some of his former good friends have started to contact again.

A friend named Shi Ming asked him to listen to the music, saying that there was a new pianist in Miaoyin Fang, who not only looked good, but also played the piano well.

Fu Han went.

He doesn't have many hobbies, but listening to the piano is one of them.

Although he doesn't know how to play, he likes to listen to it.

That's why his friends will pull him warmly.

The pianist played "Parting", the melody was lingering and melancholy, the grievance was beautiful, and there was a trace of melancholy and desolation in the sadness.

In all fairness, the luthier played well.

After the song was finished, Shi Ming immediately gave affirmation, applauded, and then squeezed his eyebrows and asked, "What's the matter, Zichen, this pianist plays well." ”

Fu Han smiled faintly and said, "It's okay." ”

Shi Ming asked the pianist to play another song, and the pianist should "Yes." ”

Sitting down, just stroking the qin, Fu Han suddenly asked, "Can you play the mark of rain?" ”

The violinist shook his head in surprise.

"Will that play the cloud water Zen heart?"

The luthier continued to shake his head.

Fu Han smiled suddenly, waved her hand, and asked her to pick up her own bullets.

Shi Ming leaned over and asked, "Zichen, where can you hear these two tunes you said?" ”

He hadn't even heard the title.

Fu Han said lightly: "I don't remember." ”

Shi Ming stopped asking, and enjoyed the next song with relish.

Fu Han's thoughts drifted a little away, he remembered who played it.

I remember every song she played.

The most profound is a surging Croatian rhapsody that will leave that night.

Shocked, he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

He wondered, why could she play anything?

The pianist changed to a song with a bright rhythm, suitable for the current literati and artists, and the tempo became faster, and her fingertips jumped.

The wind rises, sending a faint scent of sandalwood......

The beauty strokes the piano, the clouds and smoke are curling, the piano sound is crisp, and the atmosphere is quiet.

Shi Ming came over again, with the usual taste of a man's temperament, and said, "What's the matter, this violinist is beautiful, right?" ”

Fu Han was silent, and he played with Yazhu Mingpei on his waist for a while, and there was no trace of interest on his face. This is a waiting chapter

Shi Ming muttered again, and poked his arm, "Especially those hands, you see." ”

Fu Han glanced at it casually, and listened to Shi Ming's praise: "Those hands are really good-looking, this son has never seen such good-looking hands, and they are worthy of playing the piano." ”

Suddenly, he remembered that he had seen a more beautiful hand than this, and when he plucked the strings, his fingertips seemed to dance on the strings.

Comfortable, casual, like a brisk butterfly.

Even the sound of her piano is like a gust of wind, a free wind......

The beauty raised her eyes, affectionately and tactfully, and glanced at this side shyly.

Shi Ming's little heart thumped, and then he realized that it was not him who was looking at him.

He pursed his lips and flicked his fan, "You can't come out with Zichen, otherwise, the pianist will look at you." ”

Fu Han smiled, "Then I'll go?" ”

Shi Ming pulled him again, "Just kidding, it's boring to listen to music alone." ”

Fu Han listened lazily. Controlling the big and making the owl

Shi Ming was a talker, seeing that Fu Han was silent, and he had no expression for the beauty's autumn waves, he couldn't help but come over and ask, "Zichen, do you still have a shadow?" ”

Fu Han glanced at him, his gaze a little light.

Shi Ming immediately shut up and said, "When I didn't ask anything, listen to the music, listen to the music." ”

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