I don't know when the snow will fall in the sky again.

Wei Xiaodao walked aimlessly and casually in Dahe City, he was immersed in his own thoughts, unaware of the outside world.

At this time, another passer-by passed by him, and he seemed to suddenly wake up from a dream and grabbed the passer-by. His face was distorted and he asked, "Is there a Kwai City in Mobei?!"

"No... Nope......"

His actions startled the passer-by, and it was not the first time he had done this since he left the Mobei Metropolitan Protectorate. But except for those who escaped, the answers given by the other dozen passers-by were all similar.

There is no Kwai City in Mobei!

"What a madman!"

Taking advantage of Wei Xiaodao's trance, the man hurriedly broke free from Wei Xiaodao's pull and jumped out of the distance. Before leaving, I didn't forget to scold him.

Wei Xiaodao did not continue to entangle like the previous times. He just stood there in a daze, and the words of those people kept echoing in his head.

"Where did Mobei come from?!"

"Aoi Castle?

"Is there such a place? Could it be in Kannai?"

"I don't know ......"

"Haven't heard ......"

"Maniac ......"

If it weren't for Aoi Castle, would I have been living in a dream for the past 16 years? Or is everything that is happening now just a dream?

If I wake up at this moment, will everything I have lost come back to me?

If...... Is there really a if......

Wei Xiaodao raised his head and looked at the gloomy sky, feeling like a boulder pressing against his chest. A little snowflake fell, and when it touched his cheek, it turned cold.

Pedestrians avoided him when they saw him, as if the place he was in no longer belonged to this world, and he was banished to another time and space.

After a long time, Wei Xiaodao lowered his head and regained his expression. He pulled up his hood and hid his face back in the shadows. Stepping on the uncleared snow, he continued to walk aimlessly.

The snowflakes fell silently, at first as fine particles, then as white petals, and finally as goose feathers. The snowflakes may seem gentle and soothing, but they are not slow at all. In just a moment, the sky and the earth were already blank.

There was no warning under this heavy snowfall, and it was so sudden. This is the early winter of October, and the heavy snow has been falling one after another, and it seems that this cold winter in Mobei is destined to be difficult.

A snowflake slowly fell from the sky, passed through the broken roof, and continued to float leisurely.

Finally it landed in a large cauldron, and as soon as it came into contact with the hot water in the pot, the snowflake immediately melted, and there was no trace of its existence anymore.

This is an ordinary family in Mobei, and it is not appropriate to say that it is ordinary. It's just that they must be much poorer than ordinary people, otherwise how could this kitchen roof be broken with a hole?

Fortunately, this is the kitchen, a place to cook on the fire, so I don't feel cold in this winter.

On top of the stove is an iron pot, the water in which the water is boiling and is "gurgling". Each time it rolls, it brings some broken grains of rice to the surface of the water, and then quickly disappears again.

Judging from the situation, the pot should be boiling hot porridge. It's just that from the fact that the hot water has been boiling for a long time, it is not necessarily viscous and white, and the rice in the pot is very attached to the poor identity of this family, which is not much at all!

A young girl with a peachy face was busy in this kitchen, throwing a piece of wood into the stove and stirring twice with a wooden spoon.

Feeling that the fire was almost over, she removed the unburned firewood from her chamber and inserted it all into the ashes under the stove, leaving only some charcoal to continue to boil slowly.

With that, she took out another sewing kit and picked up the soles of her shoes with the unburned surplus of wages in the stove.

There was a "squeak", and the dilapidated door of the house was pushed open. The girl didn't have to think about it to know who had returned, so she cried out, "It's time to eat!"

It's just that what she heard was not the usual gentle response, but the scolding after a painful cry.

"My mother!"

"Little sister, come and help me!"

Hearing the exclamation, the girl hurriedly put down the needle and thread in her hand and walked out of the kitchen. As she walked, she counted down her brother: "Didn't you say that scholars can't scold people?"

After coming out and seeing the scene outside, he simply changed the unspoken "no matter how you say it" into "how to carry someone back?!"

It is a small courtyard, with only one main house divided into three rooms. On the side is a lower kitchen, and a pear tree is planted next to it, but the growth is not very good, and it should be affected by the cold climate of Mobei.

Under the eaves of the door, a young man wearing a plain cotton jacket and a Confucian gown wrapped in a cotton hat sat there panting.

He was in his early twenties, handsome, and well-read. Behind him, a young man in a cloak lay down. The cloak was dirty and shabby, it could be said that it was dirty and black, and the black was almost shiny. Su Xiaomei felt that everything that was bright could almost shine!

Complaining is complaining, but Su Xiaomei still raised her eyebrows slightly and stepped forward, and dragged the young man into the house with her eldest brother with great displeasure.

The room was very simple, with only a table with an old teapot and two benches next to it. There is nothing else in this main house. The doors of the left and right rooms are hung with curtains, so you can't see the furnishings clearly. But it can be seen from the curtain that Suning lives on the left and Su Xiaomei lives on the right.

The reason why it can be concluded in this way is because on the curtain on the right, three words "Su Xiaomei" are crookedly embroidered!

After the two dragged Wei Xiaodao into the house, Su Xiaomei's face was still dark, and she asked Suning a little angrily: "You went out for a trip, why did you bring someone back?"

Then she glanced at Wei Xiaodao, frowned and continued: "It's still a begging for food!"

Suning was going to drink saliva, but the water in the old teapot on the table was already cold, and it was so cold that he had a toothache when he took a sip. So he put down the teapot and said a little sullenly, "Where does he look like he wants to eat?"

"Where doesn't he look like he wants to eat?" asked Su Xiaomei rhetorically.

"Have you ever seen a person with a knife who asks for food?" asked Suning again.

"Can't you bring a knife if you ask for food?"

"What more do you need with a knife?"

"Don't you ...... want food?"

The two of you came and went back and forth for a long time, and in the end, Suning was a step ahead, so that Su Xiaomei had no words. But in this way, Su Xiaomei was even more angry. She gritted her teeth and looked at Suning, and said hatefully: "Even if he is not a beggar for food, what are you bringing him back for?"

Talking about being cheap, Suning didn't mean to be humble to his sister. Instead, he said arrogantly: "Gentleman, save people from fire and water!"

"You also said that the poor are left alone. ”

Su Xiaomei shook her head helplessly and continued: "And you know, we are very poor......"

This sentence choked Suning, and after being silent for a long time, he seemed to have made up some kind of determination, and said seriously to Su Xiaomei: "I don't see Qingshan, Qingshan doesn't see me." I have green mountains in my heart, and green mountains are in my heart!"