There is a moment in the sky, and time has already flown by in the world.

The city has entered the depths of winter, and the courtyard is covered with snow and red plums.

At the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, he sneaked out to find the Emperor and Mo in the early Qing Dynasty, and only came back at dusk. He poked his little head out of the door, and stood in the courtyard as if he were unaware of the light and dust, looking up at the plum branches, looking slightly tired.

The snow fell in a torrent, like his empty heart. At the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, I looked at it from a distance, and saw that the light and the dust had been quietly guarding for a day under the shadowy flower branches, and the back was lonely, as always.

He didn't know when it was snowing, but before he knew it, he was covered with snow.

"Daddy. Qing Chu stepped on the half-leg-high snow and staggered to Heguang Tongchen, crawled on Heguang Tongchen with his hands and feet, a pair of dark and black eyes turned smartly, and said in a milky voice, "Daddy, you miss your mother again." ”

He Guang Tongchen looked down at Qing Chu, looking at the face that looked like a painting, with a smile in his eyes, and the cold wind blew gently in this smile.

He hugged Qing Chu tightly, gently brushed away the snow on his body, rubbed his cold red face, and said dotingly, "When the snow stops, your mother will come back." ”

Qing Chu hugged the neck of Heguang Tongchen, rubbed his face, and sighed a little sadly.

His mother has been gone for more than a month, from the first day his father said, "When it gets dark, your mother will come back", to his father who said, "When the day dawns, your mother will come back", and then to the later that "when the plum blossoms bloom, your mother will come back", and then yesterday when he said, "When it snows, your mother will come back"......

It was dark and bright, the flowers bloomed and fell, the snow fell and stopped, and his mother never returned, as if she had disappeared from the world.

"Daddy, even if my mother doesn't come back, I will always be with my father. Qing Chu tilted his head and looked at Heguang Tongchen, and his soft voice coaxed him flatteringly.

In these days when the painting was absent-minded, at the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, under the instigation of the Emperor Mo, he became a little demon king in the mixed world, no matter how much trouble he caused outside, He Guang Tongchen never scolded half a sentence, and really spoiled him more and more lawless.

Seeing that the little guy was carefully currying favor with himself, He Guang Tongchen reached out and pinched his fleshy little face with a smile.

I don't know if this little guy will be blamed for raising this little guy like this. Thinking like this, he looked at the blood-soaked red plum and became distracted again.

In fact, after waking up that night, he found that Huaxin and Shuyi were gone, and he was really not sure if she would come back.

In the past month, he searched the entire city upside down, and drank the restaurant in Tsing Yi Lane from the end of the alley to the end of the alley.

This is her home, and here is her son, who often stands under the plum tree she planted with her own hands, looking at the shadow of the flowers and holding the altar to drink alone.

Every time he heard the sound of pushing the door, he couldn't hide the little expectation and joy in his heart, but every time, it was only the little guy from the early Qing Dynasty who came back.

The world seems to have been completely hollowed out, and everywhere is filled with the cold light of despair, like a dead city.

Day by day, he walked in every corner he could go to look for her, even if he saw all the faces of the world, he still thought of that person alone, thinking of her red clothes like fire, and thinking of her eyebrows.

"Daddy, it hurts. Qing Chu felt that Heguang Tongchen's hand holding him suddenly tightened hard, and he couldn't help beating his hands in protest.