There was no snow for the next few years.

Thirteenth year.

There is still no snow, Chen Yi saw Zhao Dieer for the first time in a snowless year, this year Zhao Dieer was fourteen, and there was a girl next door who had just grown up, slim and elegant, with buds to be released.

"Uncle Chen."

Zhao Die'er greeted Chen Yi very politely.

"Butterfly? Long time no see. ”

Chen Yi, who was dancing the sword, pulled a sword flower and smiled lightly.

That smile.

I saw that the jade face was delicate, the head was blushing, and Zhao Dieer's heart was beating faster: Chen Yi's face was immortal and her temperament was dusty, and it was difficult not to be pregnant with spring when she was in love.

What's more, she doesn't go out of the door on weekdays, and she hasn't even seen a few serious men, and when she sees it, she is so stunning in the world, how can she hold her mind?

Chen Yi was not surprised by this reaction: he knew the charm of this skin better than anyone else, and if the other party could treat him with a common heart, it would be worth looking at it differently.

Continue to dance the sword.

Zhao Die'er took a deep breath to pick up her emotions, squatted aside and watched: enjoying the scenery, admiring the sword, and appreciating people, in the end, all the attention was attracted by Chen Yi's eyes.

What kind of eyes are they?

Plain, tranquil, and clear, like a clear mountain stream, even the stars in the sky lose their color in front of it, and just one glance is enough to make anyone fascinated...

Zhao Die'er's face became redder and hotter.

Sword music dance.

She tried hard to suppress the shyness in her heart, and trotted forward, her apricot eyes revealing the worship that had just risen: "Uncle Shi, can this set of swordsmanship teach Die'er?" Butterfly thought..."

"You want to learn?"

"Uh-huh!"

Chen Yi pondered for a while, then handed the sword to Zhao Die'er:

"Hold it, I'll teach you."

Anyway, it's not a secret that won't be passed on, to this point, there is no distinction between superior and inferior sword skills in the world, and what supports him to monopolize the sword leader is an unprecedented sword heart.

"Thank you, Uncle Shi!"

Zhao Die'er held the sword and turned her head to look at Chen Yi, waiting for his guidance.

Chen Yi held her hand.

"Huh!"

Zhao Die'er's face turned red to the root of her ears, like a burning cloud, and even her body softened, ashamed and annoyed: "Uncle Chen... You... You..."

How could he !!

Men and women don't kiss, Uncle Chen Shi, how can he touch my hand, and hold it like this, although I don't hate it, but this, this is too embarrassing!

Chen Yi really didn't have crooked thoughts.

He watched Zhao Die'er grow up little by little, and he has always treated the other party as a junior... When practicing swords, physical contact is normal.