The two were very close, and Shu Ange's eyes were so gentle and brilliant that they were confusing.

"Well, in seven years, I'll come back to see you."

"Another seven years?"

Ximen Fuxue's eyes were a little more resentful, and he suddenly leaned over, approached Shu Ange, and took her into his arms.

"Don't leave, little fairy."

His voice was full of nervousness and uneasiness, and the Shu'an singer put her arm around the waist of the young Ximen Fuxue and kissed him in the eye.

Just on Shu Ange's lips, it happened that the moment the young man Ximen blew snow, she disappeared into the moonlight.

is different from the ignorance when he was seven years old, this time the young Ximen Blowing Snow was prepared to watch the little fairy in his mind disappear.

The light rain is sunny at the beginning of the evening, the golden green tower, and the reflection of the hibiscus swamp. The willows are hanging down in the wind, and the tender lotus is innumerable and small.

Another seven years have passed, coinciding with his birthday, but Ximen Blowing Snowman is not in Wanmei Villa.

Over the years, relying on his superb swordsmanship, he has also gained some fame in the rivers and lakes.

The world says that Simon Blowing Snow is ruthless, but he knows that he has always hidden a beautiful and moving little fairy in his heart.

Due to some reasons, Ximen Fuxue failed to return to Wanmei Villa in time for his birthday.

As he became famous in the rivers and lakes, his father, who had never appeared in front of him, was too late to send the financial beauty over.

Ximen Blowing Snow didn't pay attention to it, he had officially taken over the property under his name when he was eighteen years old, and now when it comes to money, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is making money every day.

He has no special preference for money, his living habits are simple and clean, he has a bit of cleanliness, and his white clothes are fluttering and not stained.

Ximen Fuxue forgot when he liked to wear white, maybe it was because the little fairy suddenly appeared in his world, and the appearance of the white dress smiling and smiling was too moving.

The horse's hooves are light, the wind in the south of the Yangtze River is warm, the moonlight is hazy, and a stunning girl suddenly appears in the sight of Ximen Blowing Snow.

The independent small bridge is full of sleeves, and the Hirabayashi Crescent people are behind.

She appeared without warning, and Simon's heart was as if it had been struck by a sharp arrow.

He turned over and dismounted, and walked slowly towards the beautiful woman under the moon.

"The face is like the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the color is like the flower of spring dawn, the sideburns are like a knife, the eyebrows are like ink paintings, the face is like peach petals, and the eyes are like autumn waves."

Shu An Geman chanted the sentences in the Dream of Red Mansions, and then laughed and chanted: "What a handsome and handsome man, why don't you smile and teach people to break their hearts?" ”

"You're here."

Ximen Fuxue walked up to Shu Ange, stretched out his white and cold fingers, and gently touched her cheek.

"Do you miss me, have you traveled to the rivers and lakes for many years, and finally found that the beauty of the world is right in front of you."

Shu Ange looked up proudly, naturally wrapped his arms around Ximen Fuxue's slender waist, and leaned forward affectionately.

Ximen Fuxue suddenly grabbed Shu Ange's wrist hard, as if he was afraid that she would suddenly fly away, he leaned over slightly, staring at her expressionlessly: "Let's get married, little fairy." ”

He wanted to marry her, wanted her to be his wife, instead of disappearing in an instant, leaving him with a long melancholy and longing.

They don't spend much time together, but the days with Shu Ange are the most relaxed and happy times in the more than 20 years of Ximen Blowing Snow.

"Marriage?"

Shu Ange was startled, and looked at Ximen blowing snow without blinking.

Her innocent eyes, wet like a fawn, were looked at by her like this, and a fire suddenly burned in Simon Fuxue's chest.

He pressed Shu Ange against the bridge railing, lowered his head and kissed her delicate lips like stamens.

After so many years, this is the thing that Ximen Blowing Snow wants to do the most, and now he has finally got what he wants.

The sudden kiss made Shu Ange a little overwhelmed, and Simon Blowing Snow's jerky and domineering kiss made her involuntarily respond to him.

In the dead of night, there was no one around, and the murmuring water flowed quietly with a blushing and heart-pounding gasp.

Simon's cold hand blowing snow, with a kind of aimless longing, reached into Shu Ange's collar, and she grabbed his hand with a sigh.

"You, you."

Her shy and timid look made Simon Blowing Snow stop his overzealous behavior in time.

He forcibly got rid of the dizzying impulse, and quietly looked at Shu Ange, whose face was like a peach blossom and his lips were seductive.

Her lips are so sweet, her waist is so soft, when she hugged her closely, Ximen Fuxue finally understood why people often say in the rivers and lakes that it is also romantic to die under the peony flower.

He always thought that he was emotionally indifferent and not a woman, but now it seems that all his intensity is only for her.

"Little fairy, be my wife."

Ximen Fuxue held Shu Ange in his arms and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

After so many years, she is still seventeen or eighteen years old, and time has not carved any mark on her, and Ximen Fuxue suddenly felt a little panicked.

Is it that one day he droops his old crane and has a chicken face, she is still light and elegant.

Shu Ange hugged Ximen tightly to blow the snow, sighed leisurely, and took the initiative to seal his lips with a kiss.

After another long kiss, Shu Ange blinked and smiled: "Fool, I am a little fairy, when fate comes, I will naturally become your wife, don't worry." ”

After saying this, Shu Ange took Ximen Blowing Snow's hand and shook it coquettishly: "We have made an appointment to go to the desert to watch the sunset together, shall we go now?" ”

How was Simon Fuxue willing to refuse her, he nodded slightly, and the two got on their horses and galloped all the way west towards the desert.

In order to rush to the desert in three days, Ximen Blowing Snow changed horses every six hours, starry nights, and when he was tired, he held Shu Ange to slow down and sleep on the back of the horse for a while.

On the afternoon of the third day, the two finally arrived in the desert, and the hot yellow sand stretched as far as the eye could see, like broken gold all over the ground under the sun.

"The heart goes with the long wind, blowing away the clouds. Simon, are you happy? ”

Shu Ange grabbed a handful of sand, raised it suddenly, and giggled as he watched the sand rain fall.

"Do you have to leave?"

The time of parting was getting closer and closer, and Ximen Blowing Snow had a thick cloud entrenched in his heart, and he looked at Shu Ange with a serious face, eager to lock her by his side.

"It's about to set, look."

Shu Ange looked up at the red sun on the horizon, and was surprised to take Ximen's blowing hand to watch.

The yellow sand is rolling, the smoke and dust are long, Shu Ange whispered: "The desert is lonely, and the sun sets on the long river." There are countless beautiful scenery in the world, and one day, you and I will be able to step on China hand in hand. ”

The sun was setting slowly, the moonlight was like silver, quietly sprinkled on the hot sand, and the temperature dropped sharply.

Shu Ange and Ximen Fuxue sat side by side on the sand dunes, she leaned on his shoulder, took his hand, and said softly: "You say, if I appear again in a long, long time, will you wait for me?" ”