The moment you enter the house, you will be greeted with warmth and fragrance.

Su Hanshan, who always felt as if he had boldly broken into the woman's boudoir, began to be a little nervous for no reason.

The nervousness prompted him to restrain himself, and he stood behind the door and straightened his shirt, and after making sure that there was nothing wrong, he turned around and gently closed the door.

The red Buddha robe sat on the bed with his knees crossed, as if he was learning from the appearance of spending the night in the autumn pavilion a few days ago in Su Hanshan, wrapped in a futon.

She only wore a close-fitting red tulle skirt, and although she was wrapped in a futon, she inadvertently revealed her jade feet tied with red bells.

Seeing the lamps and candles reflecting the slender figure of Su Hanshan, the red Buddha clothes have been sleeping on the bed for the past few days, but they have deliberately tried to make some changes to the prodigal son of Dengtu, and they dissipated in an instant.

She knew when Su Hanshan would descend the mountain.

According to the footsteps, the time for the Nine Emperor Princes to return to the palace was a full hour late. After a little inquiry, Fang knew that after Su Hanshan left the Daomen, he actually went to the Drunken Immortal Building.

Thinking that he knew that he would be there, but he was still so leisurely and reciting poetry and deliberately returning late, the red Buddha clothes felt inexplicably left out.

She deliberately raised her voice and said, "It's rare to have a snow scene on this good day, and Your Highness's fox friends didn't leave you to talk overnight?"

Su Hanshan, who was walking towards the screen, was slightly stunned when he heard this.

Looking at the figure on the bed behind the screen, where did he know that the red Buddha clothes were vinegared, he put the gourd on the table, and had to explain seriously: "Originally, I was going to pick up Li Tianxia and my sister, so I stayed in the Drunken Immortal Building a little longer." ”

Su Hanshan's appearance is also extremely interesting.

Stand outside the screen respectfully.

The two of them are like a newlywed husband and wife, and the groom who spent all night drinking and never returning learned that he was in trouble, so he waited quietly and waited for his wife's judgment.

On the bed, holding the red Buddha clothes wrapped in bedding on his knees, seeing Su Hanshan's gentle and obedient attitude and sincere attitude, he suddenly realized that his tone and words were like a resentful little lady who was alone in an empty room and looking forward to her husband's return, and suddenly blushed.

The sudden silence in the room made Su Hanshan feel deeply unnatural.

Remembering the letter left last night, Su Hanshan broke the strange atmosphere and said, "Have you ever seen the note I left?"

Red Buddha Yi thought to herself, want to drive this girl away, how can it be so cheap, regained indifference and said, "I didn't see it." ”

Su Hanshan knotted.

I feel that it is definitely not possible to reason with the girl in Buddha clothes, because the other party obviously has no intention of listening. Even if you listen to it, nine times out of ten, it is in the left ear and out of the right ear.

But this is not the way to go.

He has a lot of questions to ask, and the most critical question is that he hasn't solved the question of where he sleeps tonight!

Su Hanshan hesitated for a long time, looked at the vague figure and said, "Father said that he pointed out a marriage to me, and that girl ......."

The voice of the red Buddha robe came from behind the screen, interrupting Su Hanshan's brewing emotions: "I'm tired." ”

Before the voice fell, Su Hanshan saw the figure fall asleep.

Slightly lonely, he was stunned for a moment.

He let out a helpless sigh, then picked up the quilt that had been stacked on the table with great skill, and turned to walk towards the door.

He had just taken a step, but he heard the red Buddha Yi say in a hateful voice: "If you are not afraid of turning into an ice sculpture tomorrow morning, just go out to sleep." ”

A woman's heart is a needle.

Although Su Hanshan, who prides himself on being smart and different from ordinary people, does not understand the idea of red Buddha clothes, he still understands the hidden meaning of this sentence.

He doesn't want to be a living ice sculpture.

So I didn't care too much, so I spread it through a screen.

The sound of fragments in the room kept ringing, but no one spoke, only Su Hanshan silently spread the floor. According to the method given to him by the teacher, he tried to put the Buddhist beads and the painting box into the gourd, and then it was over.

He turned off the lights.

Then go back to your own nest.

......

Dead.

Snowy cold nights are quieter.

Listening to the sound of the wind and snow whistling outside, Su Hanshan, who was silently thinking about the merlin tomorrow morning, didn't know how many petals would wither, and he had no intention of falling asleep.

All right.

He admits that his mind is not on the wind and snow, nor on the plum forest that the wind and snow weigh down the branches.

His mind didn't even drift out of the room.

He was thinking about the woman Feng Qiwu mentioned in the daytime, the name hanging in the photo room of the Drunken Immortal Building, thinking about his father's mention of his fiancée, and thinking about the red Buddha robe behind the screen.

It's not that he's prone to crankiness. Because whoever is in the same situation as him can't help but think crankily.

......

There is no light in the room after the lights are out, and naturally there is no figure behind the screen. But Su Hanshan still knew that she, like herself, didn't really fall asleep.

This tacit silence lasted for about half an hour.

The red Buddha robe on the bed behind the screen suddenly said a sentence without a beginning or an end, like a dream: "Are you hurt?"

Su Hanshan thought he was hallucinating at first, but then the room returned to quiet, and only the sound of wind and snow could be heard.

So he made sure it wasn't a dream.

Thinking that the red Buddha clothes should know about Feng Qiwu's actions against him in front of the temple, he would have this question.

Su Hanshan said softly: "No." He probably didn't really want to kill me. ”

The red Buddha-robed eyes on the bed stared at the empty night, not knowing what to think.

She didn't speak again.

Su Hanshan also stopped talking.

On a snowy night, as if there was a wind and snow drifting into the room through the window, the two of them wrapped their quilts tightly and turned sideways, looking at both sides of the screen.

......

Su Hanshan still didn't know when the girl in red Buddha would wake up. The other party is like a ghost, and he can always sleep in the depths of his sleep, silently and without alarming anyone to leave.

He is also a little used to this.

After cleaning up the floor and refolding the futon, Su Hanshan went to tidy up the bed with the remaining fragrance as usual. It was as if subconsciously hoping that she would still come tonight.

When you open the door, you will see a silvery white world.

The snow is even a little harsh.

Su Hanshan looked at the snow pressed on the branches of the plum forest, watched the birds fall on the eaves and flying tiles, and inadvertently kicked down a snowdrift, and he was in a good mood for no reason.

Snow is always pleasant, and that seems to be an eternal truth.

......

It is rare that the heavens are beautiful, and Su Hanshan, who was originally scheduled to visit the fourth brother today, canceled the trip and did not go out. After breakfast, Old Man Huang Mei and Li Tianxia, everyone hid in the room and slept that time.

Su Hanshan locked himself in the study, took out the thousand characters given by the teacher from the gourd, and tried to draw the characters with a stroke of the pen under the waiter of the maid Zhishu.

For Su Hanshan, a layman who came into contact with Taoist talismans for the first time, he had to admit that he really underestimated the difference between writing and drawing. The first rune of the thousand characters, it took him a long cup of tea to barely copy its form.

And it's the kind of copying that doesn't like the four.

Su Hanshan stood in front of the bookcase and looked at it carefully, and after carefully comparing his work with the first rune of the thousand characters, he decisively crumpled the ghost drawing rune into a ball and threw it into the paper basket.

Then pick up the pen and fight again.