The winter of the year I was twelve.

She didn't know how long it had snowed that year, and she couldn't remember how long she had been staggering, but she remembered that when the white clothes of the moon had never been warm, and there had never been any different color in the endless silence, maybe even the heavens couldn't bear to disturb it, and the snow would keep falling, and in the end, only she was dyed charcoal black.

That year, many people froze to death, many orphans, and many homeless.

She curled up in the streets and alleys, and in her hazy eyes walked by many indifferent and depressed pedestrians, all of whom raised their collars, straightened their oil-paper umbrellas, and hurried on the bluestone slabs, no one was willing to take a slight look away, and the town became quieter and quieter, except for the loneliness of the snow.

It's so warm. She thought, but she understood that only people feel heartfelt warmth when they are about to freeze, and if she was immersed in the imagination of almsgiving, there was no doubt that she would become one of the thousands of frozen bones on the roadside, and perhaps when spring begins, there will be a spring flower in full bloom on the rocky hill where she is buried, and it will be bewitching and amazing.

But that doesn't matter anymore, the wild goose in the sky may be her next life.

She wanted to live this life well.

She crouched in the bluestone pavement, the banner crackled out of the gale, she turned her head to look, there was a vague restaurant shouting, and the smile was like a flower, and the charcoal fire was melting, "Baobin Building." It's about being at home, but she looks like a little beggar girl, who will let her be a guest?

In front of her, her mind was sleepy, she wanted to simply fall asleep, have a long dark dream, when she woke up, she would be everyone's lady, the pearl of Huang Zigongqing's palm, the peerless beauty, and millions of men bowing under the pomegranate skirt.

Shaking slightly, she saw the dark and secluded room on the other side, countless snowflakes adorned on the wall, she hated white snow, hated white, she wanted a red dress, peony hairpin sword dance singer. White Yujing in the sky, big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate, sick Xi Shi weak willow to help the wind, she is unwilling, unwilling to be a lonely person.

So she turned her head and crawled towards the Baobin Tower.

"Whose little girl is this, it must be frozen, the shopkeeper, I will serve a bowl of hot soup to warm her body. The cousin must have seen her, dropped his work, squatted beside her with pity, and handed over a night of steaming vegetable soup.

She saw a lonely girl with dried and bloody face in the turbid vegetable soup, and also saw the cabbage sticks rolling in the soup, and even some meat foam, and the snowflakes fell into the bowl along her tears that flowed again.

How many people sell their daughters for a bowl of fruity vegetable soup, and there is a porcelain bowl in front of her, which contains a hope of life.

Even if there were dingdong wind chimes hanging on the eaves of the window behind her ears, stringing out two or three crisps, she had no reason to turn back, she walked through thousands of mountains and rivers, and finally, three feet in front of her, was a shelter she wanted.

She picked up the porcelain bowl.

On the star-picking platform, she climbed the steps and leaned down on the jade foundation, the phoenix was gilded, the stars were staggered, and the wind was drunk. Holding the sword and the armor warrior, the sideburns and the phoenix and the hairpin dragon seal! 900 zhang high platform and hearing thousands of shouts, appreciating the school hunting in the forest.

The close attendant kowtowed, presented a treasure box with both hands, she opened it indifferently, the black sleeved jade armor picked up the red and yellow scroll in the box, there were thirteen states of Shenzhou Yutu, hundreds of millions of subjects, and then look at the border territory, there are millions of armor soldiers waiting for the Dan, waiting for a paper edict, startling the wolf smoke beacon fire, looking forward to the tomb crown in Qilian, Fentai Wu Yao Weiling, the bloody battle is determined by the frost and snow outside, and the noon gate is sacrificed!

With the pen in hand, you only need one word of dragon flying and phoenix dancing.

"Battle"

That is, there are eternal Liuhe, ruling all generations.

There is also a Xuanmo scroll, the width is not only Shenzhou thirteen Yanyun sixteen, but there are smoke clouds outside the plug overseas Miao waves, from the boundless line, the Jiashi Hui Dynasty Song, the ship gathers in Linzi, and all countries come to the prosperous weather, she frowned slightly, and the attendants beside her knelt down in horror.

The ink pen is on the side, and the line is upright.

and

Countless armor soldiers under the star-picking stage shouted in unison, the sound resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the order was forbidden.

"Fight! Fight!"

Why don't you fight! There are millions of elite soldiers, famous generals' palm prints, Kanping Saiwai, the history of the name of the eternal legend, so that Shenzhou unified my road Changlong, the achievements in the Lin Pavilion, the portrait in Lingyan, the whole country, that is, looking forward to a war!

The cinnabar drips on the red and yellow scrolls, and her phoenix eyes condensed, as if she saw the frontier soldiers snuggling up to each other to resist the cold wind, all of them were cold and difficult to protect the iron armor, the pear blossoms did not bloom, and there were no trees to bloom.

But there are millions of people in Shenzhou, so why should we care a little? Since ancient times, one will succeed in ten thousand bones, and one person will be above ten thousand people, how can there be no blood stained? !

The pen fell.

Zhong Qi is getting farther and farther away, she walks beside Weishui with a sword, although Weishui is not as magnificent as the big river, the waves are stormy in the four seas, but it has its own elegance, it is in the spring of March, catkins and red apricots, there are talented and beautiful people walking side by side on the embankment, smiling and smiling.

"I heard that Zhou, the eldest son of the Zhou family, heard that there was an evil Jiao in Weishui, and immediately went into the water with a halberd to fight for three days and three nights. Some people said that there were many seconders.

She was a little disliked, but after all, it was a local matter in Weishui, and she was a woman who didn't want to ask more, and after thinking about it, it seemed that she had forgotten the end of her trip, and it was very early in the morning, so she didn't care, and found a tea stall to sit down, and drank a cup of tea.

In early spring, the most difficult to deal with is God, a do not deal with the raindrops, passers-by thought that the spring rain is as fine as a cow's hair, wet do not care, did not expect that it is gradually bigger, soon, the river embankment is gone, the rain curtain is cloudy, there are many charming.

After a cup of tea, a book is finished, she put the "Spring and Autumn" back in her backpack, lifted the long sword and walked out of the tea stall, the rain has just disappeared, there is still water on the road, she is a child's heart of fun, boots stepped into the puddle, splashed mud and dirt on the ground across the chirping, regardless of the surprised eyes of passers-by, just walked across the embankment, into the town of Weishui.

She covered her mouth and yawned, walked out of the town, the sky was getting dark, just in the town she rewarded the dragon dance, guessed the riddle of the stall, and also chivalrous and righteous beat away the evil boy to save the crying girl, remembering that she was a daughter, so she didn't go to the martial arts competition to recruit relatives, but her hands were itchy, and she lost ten men in a row, and it took a lot of effort to explain that she was really a daughter.

"The son has chariots and horses, and he also drives and gallops through the sky. She sang, but unfortunately she had a poor memory, and forgot the next line, so she hummed an unwritten tune, and as for the night stay or something, it was long forgotten, and she remembered her way home, just outside the town.

The tip of her nose sniffed the bright grass after the fresh rain, and she put a nameless wildflower between her sideburns, and shouted happily, "Hey-" dragged on for a long time, and the empty field faintly echoed.

She squinted her eyes and saw the clouds and mountains in the distance, the clear spirit was swirling, there were carved beams and paintings, Qionglou Yuyu, cranes flapping their wings, occasionally a line of rainbow light flew by, scattering the way of clear light, rendering this day into the sky, dyeing the earth into thick soil, turning this distant mountain, this Taihua, hazy into a fairyland.

Xiao Ningsu came to her senses, she had a haircut and sideburns, and a very clear cloth-clothed and wooden hairpin man stroked the crane beside him, and said to her with a smile: "Senior sister, this is Taihua." ”

"I'm a sect in the sky. ”