Winter 2018.

Port City.

Goose-feather snowflakes fell from the sky and then fell silently to the ground, covering the earth with a snow-white quilt.

The first snow in the port city is crystal clear, shining with a cold silver light.

The temple filled with the smell of fireworks, incense and candles is covered with a layer of snow white.

Xia Li originally came to Hong Kong City with his parents to hold a business dinner today.

Her parents had been busy preparing for the final steps of the banquet at the hotel since early in the morning, and Xia Li felt that it was a waste of time to waste such a good time on these boring things, so she secretly ran to the nearest temple to the hotel, which is also a famous temple in Hong Kong City.

In the second half of the year, she will take the college entrance examination.

Thinking about coming to the temple to pay respects, hoping that the Bodhisattva can bless her to be admitted to the university of her choice.

It's just that no one thought that this first snow in Hong Kong City would come so inexplicably.

As soon as she opened the car door, she felt sporadic snowflakes fall on her face.

At first, Xia Li didn't care, thinking that the snow wouldn't fall too much.

But as soon as she stepped into the temple with her front feet, the snow in the sky was falling heavier and heavier, falling like catkins.

Xia Li stopped at the vestibule, looked at the snowflakes falling in front of him, and sighed gloomily in his heart.

When I woke up from the hotel this morning and looked out through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the fog filled the entire port city.

I guessed that it would snow in Port City, but I didn't expect it to fall today.

I knew she should have brought an umbrella out.

The vestibule was still some distance from the temple behind her, and Xia Li was wearing a velvet white dress and an off-white shawl, which was not too cold.

She rubbed her two frozen red hands outside, put them to her lips, took a breath of hot air, and stomped her feet.

I hesitated whether to brave the snow or choose to take a taxi back to the hotel.

Not far away, a black Maybach with a license plate from three places slowly drove along the one-way street to the door of the temple vestibule and stopped.

The temple generally does not allow ordinary vehicles to drive directly into the temple vestibule, except for some powerful people who can break this rule.

Obviously, the owner of this Maybach has a certain status in the local area.

The driver walked around the rear of the car with a black umbrella worth four figures, opened the door of the back seat, and respectfully bowed slightly to wait for the man in the car to get out of the car.

At this time, Xia Li was standing in place and sending a message to her friend Chu Shishi, saying that she would help her study together.

Chu Shishi on the other end of the phone sent a "love you" cute cat emoji.

Xia Li smiled, and when he took back his phone and raised his eyes, he saw the person who was getting off the Maybach in front of him.

The black leather shoes that stepped out of the car were shiny, and Xia Li's eyes involuntarily followed all the way, and he saw a delicate and straight black suit.

She was slightly stunned, and was caught off guard by the gaze of the man who stepped out of the car.

The man's eyebrow arch is long, the bridge of his nose is also very high, but his beautiful eyes are dark and deep, like a whirlpool of unknown danger.

The face that is so perfect that there is almost no flaw can be seen, but it exudes a coldness and indifference.

Xia Li watched as the man took the black umbrella from the hand of the driver on the side, the cuffs of the white shirt on the inside were exposed because of his action of holding the umbrella, and the cufflinks reflected the cold light.

Seeing that the man was about to enter, Xia Li subconsciously moved a step to the side.

The man walked to her side with an umbrella, but suddenly stopped.

He turned his head slightly to look at Xia Li, who was standing on the side and looked a little restrained, and asked in a clear voice accompanied by Cantonese:

"Girl, would I like to give you a ride?"

Although Xia Li is not from Hong Kong City, her parents have been in contact with Hong Kong City since she was a child, so she can still understand some basic Hong Kong language.

Xia Li hesitated, although he was a little embarrassed, but he nodded in order to be able to burn incense smoothly.

She stepped into the man's umbrella, and the man was wearing a clear and good-smelling ebony agarwood, and at this moment, with the environment of the temple, there was a touch of piety.

Xia Li walked into the vestibule side by side with the man.

Xia Li noticed that the man seemed to have deliberately changed his hand in order to facilitate the holding of an umbrella for her.

The hand holding the handle of the black umbrella has distinct joints, and the shallow muscles and bones are revealed with a little force.

And he wears a string of Buddhist beads on his wrist.

When he arrived under the eaves, Xia Li pursed his lips slightly and hooked a faint smile, and thanked the man in a not too standard Cantonese.

"Thank you, sir."

Listening to the girl in front of him speak a non-standard Cantonese, the corners of Xie Yin's mouth hooked imperceptibly.

"It's not a problem."

After separating from the man, Xia Li bought a handful of academic incense in a store selling incense candles on the side, and saw a grandmother selling umbrellas at the door of the store, so she bought an umbrella in the hands of her grandmother.

She came to the candle flame and lit the incense in her hand, and bowed earnestly to the Buddha statue in all four directions, and then inserted the incense in her hand into the incense burner on the side.

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When Xia Li returned to the hotel, Xia Youming and Su Jing were looking for her in a hurry.

"Eh, where have you been, Li Li?"

Su Jing looked at Xia Li who walked in the door, hurriedly walked over, took her hand and led her upstairs:

"Why are your hands so cold? The banquet is about to begin, you go upstairs and change your clothes. ”

There was a burst of warmth from the cold palm, and with the heating in the hotel, Xia Li soon felt warm on his body.

Xia Li was stunned by Su Jing: "Mom, do I want to participate too?" ”

Xia Li thought that she didn't need to participate in such a party, so she was not in a hurry on the way back.

"Of course."

As they spoke, the two of them had already arrived at the door of the room.

Su Jing opened the door and motioned for Xia Li to enter, her tone a little anxious:

"Hurry up, we're going to start in ten minutes."

Xia Li nodded obediently in response:

"Got it, Mom."

Xia Li changed into a plain white off-the-shoulder dress, with soft and delicate satin overlapping.

There is a different kind of coldness in the elegance.

A pure white mink shawl was draped over her body, sliding slightly to reveal her round, white shoulders.

She has always liked white.

In the same way, she also loves white roses.

So this time, Xia Youming and his wife deliberately planted a lot of white roses in the back garden of the hotel long in advance, and even placed a constant temperature room.

The banquet hall was filled with elegant piano music and the tables were filled with a variety of delicacies.

Most of the people who came to this dinner were the capital tycoons in the port city, and Xia Li was not familiar with them.

Occasionally, a few of Xia Youming's old partners would come up to say hello and chat with Xia Li standing in front of the dessert table, and in the rest of the time, Xia Li was almost looking around.

For such a banquet, she was really bored.

Not far away, Xia Youming was talking with an old man who was somewhat older, and slowly walked towards here.

Vaguely, Xia Li heard what they were talking about.

It seems to be related to a person, but she really didn't understand the complicated Cantonese, and only heard the word "Xie" ignorantly.

As for what it was, she didn't understand.

Xia Li shrugged his shoulders and took a small cake from the gold-encrusted pastry table beside him.

At this time, Xia Youming took the old man and stayed in front of Xia Li.

Xia Youming introduced: "Li Li, this is Mr. Qi. Say hello to Grandpa Qi. ”

Xia Li had a smile on his face, and his voice was sweet: "Hello Grandpa Qi." ”

Xia Li didn't have much impression of the old man in front of him.

I only occasionally hear my parents tell stories from the past.

"Hello, hello," Mr. Qi looked at the girl in front of him kindly, turned his head to Xia Youming and said in Cantonese, "It's really the eighteenth change of the female college, the longer it gets, the better it looks." ”

"yes." Xia Youming also sighed, "The last time you saw her, she was only a little older, and now she is almost a big girl." ”

Old Man Qi smiled and nodded, and his kind gaze fell on Xia Li's body.

He raised his hand and stroked his beard, although he was old, he still spoke strongly:

"Our family Qidu is about the same age as Li Li, and it just so happens that our family Adu has always grown up in the capital, so there is a chance for the two children to communicate together, and there will be a chance to make a marriage contract for them in the future, which can be regarded as the two families of Qi Xia."

Xia Li stood aside, although she didn't understand what Old Man Qi meant by this large paragraph, she still smiled and listened to the conversation between the two elders.

Xia Youming nodded: "That's what you said." ”

The three of them chatted for a while, and then Xia Youming slowly walked forward with Old Man Qi.

Xia Li, who felt that his face was about to stiffen with laughter, breathed a sigh of relief.

She stayed in the ballroom for a while, and finally found herself too bored, so she went to the back garden of the hotel.

Standing on the porch pavilion in the back garden, you can see a white rose.

White.

Pure.

It's the kind of feeling she likes.

Xia Li walked along the pavilion and stepped into the glass room shrouded in white roses.

The glass house is cut off from the snow falling outside, and standing inside is like being in another world.

A quiet world without noise, just clusters of white roses.

In the middle of these rose bushes, there is also a cream-colored swing specially prepared for her by Su Jing.

With the moonlight falling in, Xia Li slowly walked towards the swing.

Lifting the hem of his skirt slightly, he put one hand on the swing rope and sat down carefully.

On a snowy moonlit night, in a garden of white roses.

The girl was dressed in a white dress and sat on a swing and swayed gently.

Xia Li looked up at the moonlight in the sky slightly, and only felt that the moon in Hong Kong City was particularly beautiful tonight.

Not far away.

The man in a suit stood in a hidden corner at the very end of the porch, his back to the moonlight, making a phone call.

He turned his head to the side and lit a cigarette, the lighter making a crisp sound, and the flames that burst out lit up his face.

In an instant, it was extinguished again.

At the time of a cigarette, Xie Yin finally hung up the phone.

He turned around and was about to extinguish the smoke that was about to burn out in his hand, but his eyes inadvertently fell on the white rose garden illuminated by the glass room.

Xie Yin's action to extinguish the smoke paused.

Before he came, he heard that the Xia family in the capital had spent a lot of money to get a white rose garden in the back garden of the hotel for their own money.

He hadn't paid much attention when he answered the phone earlier.

At this moment, his eyes fell on the back of the garden sitting on the swing.

Under the hazy moonlight, the snow in the sky or the white roses blooming everywhere.

At the moment, it seems that it is all just to set off the girl sitting on the swing.

Even though it was a back, Xie Yin still felt as pure and moving as the moon goddess descended to earth.

Xie Yin raised his eyebrows slightly, and for a moment he forgot to extinguish the cigarette that was about to burn in his hand.

Until a faint pain came from his fingertips, he came back to his senses and extinguished the cigarette in his hand.

When he raised his eyes again to look for the figure, his vision was empty.

Xie Yin stood in the verandah, looking at the snowflakes falling from the sky, silently falling on the glass covered with roses.

He tilted his head slightly to look at the moonlight in the dark night, and raised his fingertips to flick the Buddhist beads on his wrist.

A scene that Fang had just seen came to mind, and his thin lips opened slightly as if he was whispering:

"Moonlight roses set the beauty."