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It was the sixth winter of the year when Mizugetsu went to the drunken sound workshop. In the cold winter of the country of Ganmao, except for some fine white drifting on the high mountains due to the terrain, there is no snow in other places. But that year, the cold winter of the hills and mountains was very cold, and many small Xiaoice crystals fell, hitting the ground and sinking on the shoulders of pedestrians at night.

As soon as the winter solstice meal was eaten, the sisters of the drunken sound workshop had to hone their skills in the pipa and qin, and they couldn't slack off for a day.

Shui Yue is not yet the top brand of drunken sound, and she is still far from sharpening a sword for more than ten years. Ah Niang is the most strict with these young people whose skills are not yet mature, and when they receive customers in the hall of the workshop, they shrink in the back kitchen and other places to play, but Shui Yue is an exception.

Since Shui Yue came to the Drunken Music Workshop, she is much more sensible than ordinary women, has good talents, and is also diligent, Ah Niang wants to pass on her skills, just like her own daughter to see Shui Yue.

However, all the most beautiful skills always need to be tormented.

The sisters practiced in the house, Shui Yue was played in the backyard, the cold wind was blowing, the fingers were frozen together, but they were still stiff and plucked the strings, to condense a touch of agility in the cold wind, that is the most beautiful jumping feeling between the strings, like a snow butterfly in the cold winter, gently falling on the strings, and the world is quiet.

Ah Niang was so distressed that she put a stove next to Shui Yue, but she didn't bake it, and fought with the sadness in her heart, which was quite competitive.

"Bang-" In the clear sound of the backyard, there was a sudden sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, which startled the strings in Shui Yue's hand and dispersed suddenly.

The fine ice crystals outside the eaves fell, and Shui Yue hesitated a little, wanting to push open the wooden door of the backyard to see, but he didn't dare. Ah Niang has been warned, the girl in the drunken sound workshop has to be careful everywhere, and she was accidentally sold to Fengyue next door.

The strings stopped, and I listened to the sounds outside the courtyard, and there was a muffled snort in my throat, which seemed to be climbing the wall and falling.

The villain hurriedly took the bamboo broom in the courtyard and stared at the surrounding walls, not daring to let go.

There was a sound of climbing the wall outside the courtyard, and the people holding brooms in the courtyard were even more panicked, watching the head of the wall slowly poke up, just came out, but it was directly covered by Shui Yue's broom.

"Ah ......" was about to open her mouth to shout Shui Yue, listening to the slightly immature cry of pain outside the partition wall, the words that came to her mouth immediately swallowed back.

The call was clearly a brat, and she couldn't bear it. There were a lot of people who sneaked away to the drunken sound workshop, but in the end, they were all beaten and thrown out by the gatekeepers, and they were miserable.

Shui Yue pulled some door bolts, pushed out a thin slit and looked out of the door, only to see a young man in thin clothes rolling on the ground covering his buttocks, his little face wrinkled together.

The peeking was amused by the scene in front of him, and couldn't help but burst out laughing, but the boy on the ground suddenly looked at it, and he was about to rush up with hatred.

Seeing this, Shui Yue hurriedly closed it and hurriedly plugged in the door bolt, "A-Niang!

"Eh, don't shout, don't shout, I'm leaving. The boy outside the door heard a shouting from behind the door, and hurriedly shouted two words, and then there was a sound of running, and there was silence outside the door again.

Shui Yue, who was leaning on the wooden door, breathed a sigh of relief, this year, Xiao Maotou also had to be guarded against.

Once again, only the sound of ice crystals falling to the ground remained, and Shui Yue waited for a while before gently pulling out the door bolt and looking carefully.

"Bang-"

"It hurts, it hurts!" Shui Yue was opening the door to look, when suddenly a small hand grabbed the foot of the door, and she was so startled that she hurriedly pushed it back. The kid outside the door didn't have time to exert his strength, and was suddenly clamped.

"You let go!" Patronizing the pain, where is the strength still made, the kid who was clamped had to scream in his mouth, "I'm not a bad person!"

"There is no bad person who says he is bad. Shui Yue squeezed against the door with her back against her, and the palm in the crack of the door was miserable, painful and cold.

The people outside the door were silent for a while, and this was reasonable, but they didn't have a reason to say it back, so they could only keep screaming in pain.

Shui Yue struggled against the door, and the people outside the door pushed inside, and a lot of sweat broke out on this cold day. But this tension made me forget to call someone, and I resisted it to the death, and my memory seems to go back to the scene when I was a child every time the bandits came, Daddy wanted to hide in the big urn and didn't dare to make a sound.

Pressing the door, his eyes were flustered, but there was suddenly no sound outside the door. Shui Yue was a little puzzled, and looked at the hand that was sandwiched in the crack, it was miserable, revealing a little purple and about to spread, and the little hand hung down weakly, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

With a sudden drop in her heart, Shui Yue hurriedly opened the door, but just before she could make a move, the wooden door was suddenly pushed in. The boy with the stray hair covered his hands and looked at him in pain, but he couldn't make a sound.

Shui Yue was pushed by him, staggered and fell to the ground, and then remembered to shout, so startled that the young man in front of him hurriedly pulled out his other hand to cover it.

"Don't shout, don't shout. The young man hurriedly covered Shui Yue's mouth, and his other hand wanted to be raised to make a boo, but after a long time, that finger just couldn't reach out.

Shui Yue, who was covered with her mouth and had many tears in her eyes, saw this scene, and immediately squeezed her tears to laugh. But how did the young man know, he only heard a voice, so he hurriedly covered it tighter, until he saw the girl's eyes in front of him, and finally dared to let go of his heart, but he still looked at her hatefully.

"I'll let it go, don't shout, I'm not here to steal. The young man said to Shui Yue, strangely aggrieved, looked at the person in front of him and nodded, and then let go of his hand.

The boy put down his hand and rubbed it twice on his clothes, and this hand was stained with a piece of water vapor between his noses, and the wind blew cold. "Playing the piano in the courtyard in winter, my hands are strangely cold. The boy glanced at the xylophone that had stopped under the eaves of the courtyard, and walked towards the door, his back suddenly darkened in the cold wind.

"Eh......" Seeing that the person in front of her was leaving, Shui Yue felt a little embarrassed, is it really wrong?

"I'll pay you for it. As he spoke, he untied the cotton cloak from his shoulders and stuffed it over, and saw that the young man was dressed thinly.

The young man in front of him was stunned, but he hurriedly snatched it in his hand, and "thank you" ran out of the door after saying this, but it was left with Shui Yue suddenly messy.

You're really here to steal something, huh?

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"Do you dare to come?" Shui Yue was playing the piano, looking at the stone that fell in the backyard, a head popping out of the corner of the wall, and smiling at her.

It's been two days since the last time the boy climbed the wall, which makes Shui Yue even more convinced that he is here to steal things, but when he sees the villain again, he doesn't understand.

"Is there anything to eat?" The young man lying on the wall looked at Shui Yue in the yard, smiling shyly and a little embarrassed.

Shui Yue wanted to refuse, but looking at the eyes that seemed to be full of anticipation, he suddenly couldn't bear it in his heart, and his former self couldn't eat enough. "You come down. ”

The young man was overjoyed in his heart, and he worked hard against the wall, but it was quite laborious.

"Flutter-" Seeing that the young man held his little face red, but still couldn't hold it up, Shui Yue laughed and embarrassed the young man's face on the wall again.

"I'll be able to climb in later. "It's not good to be looked down upon by a little woman and blame for losing face.

Shui Yue didn't speak, just smiled and went to open the door for him, looking at the figure outside the door who climbed the old man with a broken wooden barrel slowly poking his feet down the corner, but he couldn't touch it for a long time, and it was funny.

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The candlelight danced in the bright eye waves of the water moon, bending brightly. It's winter again, and the boy I haven't seen for many years has come back.

Her eyes were fascinated, and the corners of her mouth were unconsciously hooked, but the little beggar rarely saw a bright smile on her face.

After the boy beat that, he always came, and he did come to steal things, but he asked for it in name, and he was a little embarrassed at first, but he was familiar with Shui Yue, so he didn't blush.

The two of them are bright, they are both poor people, so they have that kind of mutual sympathy, A-Niang naturally noticed it, but looking at the rare smile on Shui Yue's face, she also bent the love in her eyes.

The boy is from a small village around Qiushan Town, his parents died early, so he was entrusted to his uncle's house in the town, but his uncle's family background is also not good, but he is very good to him, so he can't get over it, and he has to help his uncle share some of it, so the boy was hooked by the sound of the piano in the courtyard of the drunken sound workshop, and he was also stolen.

The boy's name is Jibei, and he said to Shui Yue that he wanted to take the Xiucai exam and eat the rich grain in the imperial city, so he threw himself on it. The boy is indeed a good material for reading, and he has passed the county exam and the government exam, and he has brought it to talk to Shui Yue one by one and talked about many things.

The small days passed quickly, but many years passed, but Shui Yue never saw the fake Xiucai who went all the way to the imperial city, I don't know if he wore Xiucai's gown, but Shui Yue did become the top brand she said at the beginning, and her reputation moved the entire Qiushan Town, and this farewell is ten years.

A-Niang asked her if she had a sweetheart, and there was indeed a young man hidden in her chest, but the thin young man may have won the champion and married a beautiful girl, forgetting the injury on his hand, so he didn't dare to think about it, only shook his head.

The feeling in the eyes of the little beggar is a little similar to that of the boy, very clean and a little resolute, he also wears a green shirt, and he also has an elegant atmosphere, so he hooks out the previous feeling again, I like it very much.

When she saw the green shirt in the courtyard, Shui Yue was a little puzzled, but she quickly remembered that the young man in the past, the green shirt was a green shirt, not a talent gown, and he didn't pass the exam after all.

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The little beggar looked at the brightness in Shui Yue's eyes, but there was a faint gloom that wanted to ripple in it.

Seeing the young man of the past again, Shui Yue's heart was uneasy, but she was pressed down by herself, and she squeezed out the doting look in her eyes to see. After all, there are some things that she can't control as a Hongchen woman......

The cold wind came in the night, and the temperature dropped a lot, and the ice crystals fell to the ground, and the beautiful woman who was contemplative by candlelight pushed the door to see, and the winter wind rolled up some fine pieces and blew into the house, falling on the tips of her fingertips, and it was cold.

On the hill next to the small village, there are green shirts standing, and the feet are black and oppressive, and only a few houses are still lit on fire. The eyes were all fixed on a cluster of light, and the cold wind blew with ice crystals, quietly melting into the thin green shirt.