Today is the fifteenth, and it happens to be the Mid-Autumn Festival. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Time must have passed too quickly, and it was another Mid-Autumn Festival.

Sometimes it is so coincidental that the departure and return are on the same day.

Ten years ago, he left here, and after ten years, he finally returned.

Yang Xiaofeng finally returned to Qingshui Villa on the day of the 15th Mid-Autumn Festival.

Luo Qingxue and his entourage also rushed to Qingshui Villa on this day.

A cart and two horses walked slowly on the rugged mountain road.

Luo Qingxue was a little strange to herself, she didn't understand, why did she live with Lan Xiaorui all the way?

Haven't you always rejected this person, and now what's going on, could it be that you have begun to learn to accept him?

By no means.

Perhaps, it was just because she felt a faint familiarity in Lan Xiaorui, which was her own shadow.

She waited for Yang Xiaofeng for ten years, and Lan Xiaorui guarded her for five years. The same persistence, the same tenacity, the same indefiniteness, the same habit of waiting.

Waiting for a distant destination that has no return, waiting for a kind of overwhelmed with inexplicable results.

It's just that no matter whether there will be a result in the end, she has no regrets about what she has done so far.

For a moment, she suddenly felt so conflicted, and even a little scared. She didn't know if Lan Xiaorui kept pestering like this, would there be a day when she might really be moved by him, and at the same time, she would completely forget the young man in her heart.

She was really scared, afraid that she would forget about him.

She is a woman, and she also needs to be guarded and cared for. If it weren't for the deep roots of love, who would want to live alone?

She is not afraid of hardship, she is not afraid of loneliness, but who wants to be lonely for a lifetime.

Although she is still waiting for that young man, she has been waiting for him for ten years alone, how long can she let herself be alone, and how long can she wait for him?

The heart can be frozen, but in the face of time, everything is so pale and powerless.

And she, in fact, she has long been at a loss.

She didn't know, although she had been waiting for it, but the young man ...... Will he really be able to come back?

Along the way, Lan Xiaorui became more and more confused, and looked back at the road when he came, and wanted to ask Luo Qingyu, but after opening his mouth, he held back. After walking forward for a distance like this, I couldn't help it anymore, and asked: "Brother-in-law, I see if we are going the wrong way, where is this, aren't we going to the Ethereal Peak, but this doesn't seem to be the way to the Ethereal Peak?"

"Of course I know that this is not the way to the Ethereal Peak......", Luo Qingyu said unhurriedly: "However, who said that we are going to the Ethereal Peak."

"Who said, didn't you say that we were going to Ethereal Peak to participate in the martial arts rookie meeting, why did you say that you won't go to Ethereal Peak now......", Lan Xiaorui was very surprised, and wondered: "Since we don't go to Ethereal Peak, then where are we going?"

Luo Qingyu glanced at his sister's carriage and said in a low voice, "Yes, we are going to Ethereal Peak, but not now."

"Not now, when was that"?

"In a few days, of course. Don't ask, anyway, we have one more important thing to do."

"What's more important, what ......", Lan Xiaorui said in surprise: "Why didn't you tell me before?"

"Paying tribute to the deceased".

"Commemorate the deceased, what do you mourn"?

Luo Qingyu was silent for a while, and said slowly: "On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival ten years ago, the Yang family of Qingshui Villa, which is as famous as our Falling Snow Valley, was wiped out on that day, so at this time of year, we have to go to Qingshui Villa to pay tribute and remember the deceased. After all these years, there has never been an exception".

"Qingshui Villa, the Yang family ......", Lan Xiaorui tried hard to search for this name carefully in his memory, and after all, he didn't seem to have any impression, and frowned: "What Qingshui Villa Yang family, what is the disaster, what are these things, why have I never heard you talk about it." Does this Shimizu Villa have any connection with your Falling Snow Valley?"

Lan Xiaorui didn't know that Qingshui Villa was normal, and no one would have much memory of a family that had disappeared for ten years. In the passage of time, people will always forget too many things, and some of them are deliberate.

"Yang Shuangzi, the head of Qingshui Villa, and my father are brothers of the opposite sex who are married to Jinlan, not to mention that the son of Qingshui Villa is still ......", Luo Qingyu was halfway through his words, and suddenly stopped talking, stopped talking for a while, glanced at his sister in the car out of the corner of his eye, and finally shook his head, sighed slightly, and didn't speak again.

His demeanor was seen by Lan Xiaorui, and he became more and more suspicious in his heart, and immediately followed his gaze to Luo Qingxue's side.

Could it be ......?

I remember that my brother-in-law said before that the marriage contract with Qingxue was the son of their deceased in Luoxue Valley, and later due to the changes in the deceased's family, the whereabouts of the person who was engaged to Qingxue are also unknown, so this marriage has been delayed until now.

At this moment, the brother-in-law said that their old friend Qingshui Villa in Luoxue Valley suffered a disaster on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival ten years ago, and they came to pay tribute to the deceased.

Could it be that the person who made a personal appointment with Qingxue is the ...... of Qingshui Villa?

At this moment, Lan Xiaorui felt that his heart was going up and down, and his mood was really complicated.

However, although he had thousands of doubts in his heart at this time and wanted to ask for clarification, he moved his mouth and didn't ask anything in the end.

He knew very well that even if he asked, his brother-in-law would not say. If so, why bother.

Perhaps, sometimes pretending to be confused is not necessarily a bad thing, at least, not to get too entangled in a truth that makes you sad.

Shimizu Villa.

Shimizu Villa is still wrapped in half-red maple leaves like flowing clouds. It's just that the once splendid building has long since become dilapidated and decaying. The domineering and prestige of the first martial arts family in the past have long since dissipated, and the once lively and noisy family has long since ceased to exist.

Now, all that's left here is desertion and silence.

Listen to the Snow Pavilion.

The sound of footsteps outside pulled Yang Xiaofeng's thoughts back to reality from the old memories of the past.

He was a little strange, besides himself, who else would come to Qingshui Villa?

And, from the sound of footsteps, there were at least three of them.

It's just that I can't think about it, and the person who came seems to be outside the courtyard gate. The next moment, his people immediately flashed behind the house, like a ghost moving away from the courtyard wall.

Then, Luo Qingxue and the three of them walked in.

Yang Xiaofeng's body, which was hidden in the shadows, suddenly trembled violently. At a glance, he recognized the woman who walked in front, the woman he thought about all the time, the woman who was about to go crazy because he missed her too much.

The wind blew, raising the corners of her snow-white skirt, and her waist-length hair began to dance in the wind.

It's been ten years, but she doesn't seem to have changed at all. Compared to when I first saw it, I was just a little more mature and colder.

The wind has disappeared, and even the warmth that blows into her heart has long been completely taken away by the spring breeze, how can she not be cold!

When I first saw her, she was like a snow lotus blooming on the 10,000-year-old ice peak, but now, she is simply an ice flower condensed by frost.

Isn't it, now there is no trace of warmth in her heart?

Yang Xiaofeng suddenly had an extremely strong impulse, and rushed out at this moment, so he rushed out desperately to recognize her.

But he held back.

He covered his mouth with both hands, so that he would not be shocked on the spot.

He was afraid that he would not be able to bear it, and he really couldn't help it.

If he could, he would have been screaming her name.

However, he could only hold back.

Who are the two men behind her?

Since she was walking with them, would she be a stranger who had nothing to do with them?

Luo Qingxue quietly looked at everything in the courtyard. The mangosteens had long since died, and most of the places had been overrun by weeds. Only those clusters of wild chrysanthemums have not succumbed to the arrangement of fate, and are still growing tenaciously in the cold autumn wind, and many have bloomed beautiful flowers.

The cold wind, the bleak scenery, the sad heart.

Or, the only ones who are really miserable are people.

The slender jade hand stretched out and gently picked the chrysanthemum off.

Luo Qingxue put the flower to the corner of her mouth and sniffed, a faint fragrance. Flowers are delicate, people are beautiful, and people are more pretty than flowers. It's just that both this person and this flower are bleak, aren't they!

Facing these old scenes in front of her, she suddenly chuckled, and she could only laugh, laughing.

Luo Qingyu couldn't bear to look at it anymore, sighed secretly, looked away, and said gloomily: "This is the courtyard where he lived back then"?

Luo Qingxue nodded and said, "Yes."

"Is there a name"?

"Yes".

"What is it called"?

"Listen to the Snow Pavilion".