Because there are few people coming and going, there are many weeds growing in the yard. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoA gust of wind blew, and the wind chimes in the corner of the house made a beautiful sound, which sounded very pleasant but seemed to carry a little resentment, drifting away with the wind.

Mixed with the bell, but the most tender thoughts of my daughter?

Bluestone floors, a bed, a bookshelf, a wardrobe, a table and chairs, a dresser. The furnishings in the room were too simple, no matter how you looked at it, it didn't look like the room of her daughter, the daughter of the Falling Snow Valley, but she liked this simple arrangement very much. In my memory, isn't that the boy's room like this!

Luo Qingxue was sitting quietly in front of the dresser in a daze. Although she has long passed the cardamom years, the beautiful and breathtakingly beautiful face in the mirror seems to have never changed in the passage of time.

Isn't it, because she is so beautiful that even time can't bear to hurt her?

It's just that the most important thing is that the world can't stay, and Zhu Yan is a rhetorical tree. Is it that beautiful face that is enough to amaze even time, will it always be as clear as ever?

Or, Shaohua is down, the years go by, and one day, the red face will also grow old. Fanghua is fleeting, green silk and white hair, but it is only in a blink of an eye, will the passing years really be so cruel?

"Wind, where are you, if you don't come back, I'm going to be old."

She looked at herself in the mirror and muttered to herself, "I don't know how long I can wait, if I can wait until the day we meet again".

After a while, she slowly got up, moved to the window, and gently untied a sword hanging from the window lattice, a sword sharpened from bamboo, a sword that was already old.

This was the one she had brought back from Shimizu Villa, and when she saw this sword, she would think of that young man. Aside from the book of swords he had given him, this sword seemed to be the only thing he thought of him.

She clutched the sword in her hand tightly and looked at it softly, and after a while, she was completely stunned.

At this moment, a gentle sound of footsteps came from the bluestone path outside, interrupting her thoughts. She immediately came back to her senses, listened carefully, and listened to the footsteps, as if there were two people. It can be heard that one is the eldest brother, and the other seems very strange, neither father nor sister-in-law.

Luo Qingxue suddenly frowned, and said in her heart: "Brother, how can he bring a stranger here."

Thinking of this, she was somewhat angry.

"Xiaoxue, come out quickly, see who is coming", Luo Qingyu didn't seem to be able to hide the joy in his heart at all, and the voice full of joy came from afar.

"Who will it be"?

Luo Qingxue seemed a little displeased, but she still walked out of the room slowly, and then she was completely stunned.

The man, the boy in his memory, the slightly unfamiliar but incomparably familiar face, the man who had appeared in countless dreams. At this moment, he was standing behind the eldest brother, smiling at her.

His person seemed to have aged a lot, and even the black hair that was originally like black jade had a little more gray on his temples.

Once, he was so sunny and free, but now he is so deep and even a little untouched.

Has he been through the vicissitudes of time?

The only thing that hasn't changed is the smile on his face, so innocent, so bright.

As back then, his smile was still so warm and powerful, and even a little more peaceful.

Her heart was slowly melting. All the frozen indifference and arrogance have all turned into endless tenderness at this moment.

The warm spring breeze once again blew into her heart. This wind not only blew open her heart, but once again melted the ice that had been frozen in her heart for thousands of years.

Again, her heart melted again, melted into the boy's bright smile as warm as the morning sun.

The wind blew away the decay in her heart. Blown by this wind, the haze left in her heart by the cold winter day completely dissipated in an instant.

The next moment, her heart was once again filled with infinite life.

Seeing that he was in front of her, she suddenly had some doubts, was she dreaming?

The scene of the countless dream encounters finally happened, the reunion that I had thought about countless times, finally no longer a luxury, and the person who had been worried about it was standing in front of me at this moment.

Flowing in time, my daughter's mind. In the mottled years, the most innocent and extravagant love in the world has been precipitated. In this life, my heart has already completely sunk for you.

At the moment, what are you waiting for?

Why, why don't you reach out and hug your loved ones tightly?

"Wind, is that you"?

Luo Qingxue's voice trembled, with a hint of dreaminess, and asked a little confused: "Is this true, is it really you"?

Then, she rushed forward desperately and plunged into Yang Xiaofeng's arms. Her hand clamped him to death. This time, I will never let you go again.

Yang Xiaofeng's body stiffened, and after a long time, he finally reached out and hugged her tightly into his arms, and said lightly: "Ah Xue, it's me, I'm back."

At that moment, Luo Qingxue's tears gushed out like a mountain stream. Hasn't she always been very strong, why do she still shed tears, but these are tears of happiness.

There were snowflakes falling slowly, and this was the first snow to fall to the bottom of the valley this year.

For a while, the temperature in the air seemed to be much colder, and I don't know if Luo Qingxue's thin body can withstand the cold at this moment.

She had to lean back into Yang Xiaofeng's arms, feeling the temperature of his chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat, her heart suddenly felt an unprecedented heat.

It turned out that snuggling in his arms, she had found the warmest support in her life.

After a long time, she finally looked up at him, just in time to notice that he was also looking at herself.

Or rather, he was watching her all the time.

Her arms around his waist moved up slightly, and then she reached out and stroked the white hair of his sideburns very gently and pityingly, and although she was still crying, she could no longer hold back a smirk.

It turned out that her smile, like her face, never seemed to change in the slightest.

Just like at the beginning, that evening afternoon at Clear Water Villa. Between her and him, there has never been a slight change.

Heavy snow is falling.

The snowflakes flying in the sky are blessings and celebrations sent by God to the most infatuated people in the world, or congratulations.

Don't leave the bitterness, rejoice in the fun, and there will be more crazy children among them.

Ask what the world and love are, and teach life and death to make a promise.

Looking at the woman snuggled tightly in his arms, Yang Xiaofeng finally understood that what he had had had always been there.

It turned out that those whom he once thought had been far away from him had always been by his side.

The pain that was once understated was nothing more than an illusory nightmare. The person who hugs each other tightly in his arms is the truest and most extravagant happiness. That's the warmth he wants to protect with his life.

He and she may already have affection and heart to heart.

Luo Qingxue, who was nestled in Yang Xiaofeng's arms, was no longer the arrogant cold fairy of the past. At the moment, she is just a woman, and a little woman who behaves as gentle as water in front of the man she loves. At that moment, all her indifference and arrogance turned into a thick tenderness and honey.

As at the beginning, her affectionate eyes have been looking at Yang Xiaofeng affectionately.