Such a night, such snow.

Every breath was a white condensation in the air.

Lu Muqing walked slowly in the present.

The exhaustion of his body made his steps a little staggering.

For a person like Lu Muqing, his mind has always been closed to people, and no one else can see how much he weighs and struggles. If you dissect it with a knife, you will find that those admiration of others will be hidden under the ugly scars.

Luo Jiulang confessed that it had deteriorated.

Lu Muqing didn't want to change, but Lu Muqing had no choice.

When the demons are dancing, if you are a sheep, you can only wait for death.

At such a time, Lu Muqing often thinks of Luo Siyang.

Luo Siyang is Lu Muqing's best friend.

The two are also quick-witted, often write a good poem and make a good picture together, and if they are free, they will sit down and play a game against the two sons.

At that time, Meng Qingyi already liked to fight, so he didn't like to mix with the poetry between Luo Siyang and Lu Muqing, but when the two were playing, he couldn't help but sink down, holding a small bench, putting his hands on his knees, supporting his head, and appreciating silently. There will be no shortage of conspiracy and conspiracy inside, and it is really like a war of thousands of troops.

Under Luo Siyang's hands, Lu Muqing always loses more and wins less, just because his conspiracy is not enough.

But Luo Siyang always admired and always said to Lu Muqing.

"If you can always be above board like you, that's not easy. ”

Lu Muqing stood still, standing still in the flying snow, and couldn't help muttering back to the original words.

"It's not easy, it's not easy. ”

Lu Muqing is not a person who will regret it, but now he can't help but think, if he hadn't promised Luo Siyang to confess before his death, and never entered Moyu Hall, would his life be different?

In that way, you can read books, cook tea, and pick chrysanthemums to plant buds.

There is no need to intrigue with anyone, and there is no need to kill for the second room.

But what should Ah Bing do?

Every time he was about to think that it was better to withdraw, Luo Sibing's name would ripple in Lu Muqing's mind.

So Lu Muqing began to walk again, even if he gritted his teeth.

It wasn't until in front of the house that Lu Muqing suddenly thought of Mrs. Lu.

The woman who held it down as it fell into madness.

The woman has always been behind Lu Muqing, and the woman has never disturbed Lu Muqing's thinking, because the woman has always been a virtuous lady.

Whether the years are ruthless or quiet, they have been engraved on Mrs. Lu's face with undoubted indelible weather, and although the wrinkles on her forehead and the corners of her eyes make it more charming, they are also reminding Mrs. Lu that she is old.

But whether she is young or old, Mrs. Lu will wait quietly on the side, waiting for Lu Muqing to look back like this time.

The snow is desolate.

The body is also very desolate.

Only the heart, piping hot.

Lu Muqing suddenly stepped forward and hugged this slender woman into his arms, as if he wanted to embed it in his body.

Mrs. Lu's eyes were first a touch of surprise, then pain, and then she closed her eyes, enjoying the entanglement between flesh and bone.

In the sky and on the ground, there was goose feather snow.

Anything that falls on the snow is left silent.

So it was an absolutely quiet snowy night, so the hug between the two was silent and quiet.

But extremely romantic.

I don't know if you know how to appreciate it.