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Then it was dawn again.

Time flies, and I don't know how many years have passed in a blink of an eye.

Spring flowers and autumn moons, summer rain and winter snow, in a hurry, another four years have passed.

Yang Xiaofeng calculated carefully, and before he knew it, he had been in this valley for ten years, ten years.

It's really not that I don't know, it's shocking.

It just so happened that it was August, and it was autumn again.

Tonight the sky is sunny and full of stars.

It was dark, and at the beginning of the month, the new moon had set in the west.

The night was not deep, and there was silence all around.

In this remote valley, there seems to be only silence left, or loneliness.

Lonely night, lonely man.

The loneliest thing is the heart, because when the night comes, he always can't suppress the thoughts in his heart.

A tidal wave of longing.

The thoughts were almost driving him crazy.

Before, he had almost gone mad with hatred, but now he felt the same thing with his thoughts.

Only now did he realize that longing was actually a kind of torture, and this torture was definitely not much lighter than hatred.

Every night used to be an ordeal for him, and it is the same now.

Now, it's just a change of what tormented him.

Darkness, absolute darkness.

It was completely dark, but Yang Xiaofeng didn't light the lamp, he never lit the lamp, he was completely used to the darkness.

The night is quiet, but the heart is not calm at all.

The crescent moon shone on his pale face, as if to deliberately evoke his thoughts.

He once again remembered those people in the depths of his memory, his parents, his younger brothers and sisters, and of course, Luo Qingxue.

At this time, he always stood quietly under the night alone, looking at the bright moon in the distant sky, thinking of her in the distance.

The hatred is fading day by day, but the longing is deepening day by day.

As the hatred was gradually diluted in her heart, her lovesickness for Luo Qingxue became stronger and stronger, and in the end, it completely occupied his entire body and mind.

In the dead of night, he always thought of her.

He thought she was going crazy.

It's been ten years, it's been ten years.

She, is she okay?

Perhaps, she is already married.

He didn't dare to think about it at all, but how could he suppress the thoughts in his heart.

The next moment, Xiao in his hand had swung out and swung it towards the night sky.

In the lonely moonlight, he began to dance like a flowing stream.

He danced the Falling Snow Sword Technique.

It's like that twilight afternoon at Shimizu Villa many years ago.

She danced in front of him.

The skirt corners that fly in the wind, the pretty and delicate face that smiles like a flower, and the graceful posture that is light and agile.

When the night wind blew, he seemed to see the girl's long hair dancing in the wind again. At this moment, it seems to be flying in front of my eyes again.

Even, it seems that even the faint fragrance is still clearly lingering in the nose.

It turns out that although a long time has passed, the face in the memory is still as clear as yesterday.

Time is a strange thing, sometimes you think it's too long, and sometimes you feel that time is fleeting, and it's hard to stay.

The years are like clouds of smoke, and in the blink of an eye, it has been ten years.

Spring goes to autumn, flowers bloom, ten years go by, everything seems to be back to square one.

August is another autumn August. In the same season, what is missing is only the person who used to be.

Snowflakes are meant to be exclusive to winter and shouldn't be in the autumn months, but the first snow is already on the peaks of the valley.

The valley is surrounded by high mountains on all sides, with snow at the top of the mountain that does not melt all year round, and in the middle is a large basin surrounded by mountains, surrounded by mountains, with only one road leading outside.

Because it is located in the middle of the basin, although it is in the extreme cold land in the north, it is warm like spring all year round, even in the cold winter, even if it snows, it is not very cold.

Every time it snows, it melts halfway up the mountain. Of course, this is in the early winter.

Watching the snow dance wildly but not landing, such a scene is probably only available in the Falling Snow Valley. The ancestors of the Falling Snow Valley were inspired to create the "Falling Snow" set of extraordinary swordsmanship, and the snow scene of the Falling Snow Valley is also famous all over the world. However, what is more famous than this snow scene is the martial arts family in this valley - the Luo family.

The Luo family was originally a martial arts family with the same name as the Yang family of Qingshui Villa, and after the accident of Qingshui Villa ten years ago, the Luo family suddenly became the leader of various families, and the family was dominant, and since then there has been no family with the same strength in the rivers and lakes.

As a first-class family on the rivers and lakes, Luoxue Valley welcomes and sends it every day, so it is not lively. There is always an endless stream of merchants and pedestrians going to Luoxue Valley, so the official road outside the valley is full of people, which can really be said to be full of traffic. It's just that in the depths of the empty valley covered by this bustling noise, there is still a small pure land, a spiritual pure land frozen by thousands of years of ice, and of course, a heart that has been frozen for ten years.

It is a daughter's heart full of concern and lovesickness, and it is even more infatuated.

For ten years, this heart has been thinking about people from afar.

What this heart is thinking about is a teenager.

In the past ten years, it was as if he had completely disappeared, without a trace of it. The people of Falling Snow Valley also asked around for news of him, but they never found anything.

She didn't know where he had gone, she didn't even know if he was still alive, but she was always watching.

Whether it is her heart or her people, they have been waiting for him all the time.

Although she doesn't know where his person is now, her thoughts and concerns about him have always existed in her heart.

She has always been worried about the boy in her heart, the boy who is like the wind.

The yard is very clean, there is no dust impurities, but there are a lot of weeds, and it is not a lively place to come.

This is where she lives.

"Rustling ......"

The sound of the blade breaking through the wind, monotonously and tediously repeated, repeated, and has been repeated, and has been repeated, for ten years.

When she thinks about him, she will practice the sword frantically, practicing the set of swordsmanship he gave herself back then in a way that almost tortures herself, and she has been doing so for ten years.

It was a woman who practiced the sword.

A white dress is better than the night snow, and his face is as cold as jade. Her whole person doesn't seem to belong to the world, but should be a fairy above the clouds and the sky who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world, this is her, ten years later, she is no longer the girl of the girl.

She is Luo Qingxue.

Luo Qingxue didn't seem to have changed at all, and she was still as cold as ever. Ten years have not left a trace on her, but it has only made her more and more mature, from an ignorant girl to a real woman, a woman who only has to wait.