At night, after feeding Qing Chu with light and dust, he fell asleep again, and then he lay down under the red plum tree with the wine jar.

In the dark night sky, a red light dyed half of the sky, and in the snow, the painting heart stepped on the red clouds and fell from the sky.

The slanted branches could not stop her sight, and in the distance she saw the wine jar lying in the snow with the light and dust, and rolling beside her.

It was winter, and he was thinly dressed.

The heart of the painting fell lightly on the flower branch, and he looked closely at his eyebrows covered with a thin layer of snow. Above the eyebrows, there was a wine to get rid of her worries, she wanted to reach out to soothe the lovesickness between his eyebrows, but she suppressed the dull heartache and didn't dare to disturb him who was hangover.

The decadence of the light and dust caught her off guard.

She raised her hand and applied a shield to shield him from the wind and snow, and lay on the flower branch to watch him quietly.

She came back, and here she had spent the most painful and happiest days of her life, not to mention that he was her Junyi, even if he was just with the light, she also admitted that in the tenderness of this smoke and water, she could not help but be in love with him.

knew that he was married to a wife, but he still fell in love with him without hesitation.

Now, she is willing to stay in the world for him.

The grass and trees in the yard are still familiar, and the sleeping man under the tree is still wearing the moon brocade robe that she cut for him, even if he is drunk, he is still as warm as jade.

She stroked his eyebrows over and over again through the shield, and his eyes were moist with laughter.

When he woke up with the light and dust, the sky was already slightly white.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the red-clothed woman hanging upside down among the branches of the plum tree, smiling, playing with a red plum in her hand.

He was in a trance, lying stiff and not daring to move.

How many times when he was drunk, he would see her smile between the flowers and branches, but every time, he blinked his eyes and opened her eyes again, and she was gone.

For a long time, the phantom had not disappeared.

He Guang Tongchen couldn't help but have a trace of doubt in his heart, could it be Qingge who was teasing him again?

Qing Ge's appearance is seven or eight points similar to the painting heart, but the painting heart is more gorgeous than Qing Ge's facial features.

At this time, the woman who smiled at him on the tree was like a flower, her eyebrows and eyes were burning, and the abnormal flush on her face made her even more bewitching.

"Heart......" he tried to call, his voice trembling.

"Do you miss me?" Huaxin smiled and scratched him with a flower branch, the flower branch trembled, and the snowflake and plum petals fluttered one after another, and the red petals fell between his eyebrows and on his shoulders, making his chaotic heart stop screaming in an instant.

He subconsciously stretched his eyebrows.

It's her! It's really her!

This laughing tease was all too familiar to him, and with the narrow smile in her eyes, it was the person he remembered in his heart.

Although his eyebrows were calm, the slight curvature of the corners of his lips could not hide the joy beating in his heart.

She lay on the tree and looked at him, her eyes between the sparse branches were as wet as morning dew, and the haze that pressed her breathless was also scattered in his gentle eyes.

Seeing that he didn't answer, she laughed again, "But I miss you, and I've lost a lot of weight when I think about it." ”

"Well, I've lost weight. He Guang Tongchen finally smiled slowly, and raised his hand to brush away the dust of her way.

Hua Xinjiao smiled and jumped lightly, falling into the wind, and plunged into his arms like a light snow.

He Guang Tongchen wanted to get up, but she stumbled and fell directly on the snow.