The night was long, still lonely and lonely. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

is also lonely, as well as the hazy figure.

In the snow, he was alone. On this lonely and endless road, it seems that he is the only one who has been walking silently, and the heavy snow has long covered his path. In front of him, it seemed that he was almost at the end of the road.

Where did he come from, and where is he going?

Where is the end of the journey, or is there no end at all, and how long will he have to walk alone?

It's a really long road. Along the way, he had no other companions, and in this vast world, it seemed that he was the only one left.

He seemed to be walking fast and in a hurry, but he had no direction and no goal.

He didn't even know why he wanted to keep going.

As he walked, he seemed a little tired, so he wanted to stop and rest. However, it was only then that he realized that there was only snow all around.

Here, there is nothing but snow.

So, he tried to find a place to rest but couldn't find it.

So, he could only walk, and he kept walking.

Until, his figure was completely overwhelmed by the heavy snow ahead.

She tried very hard to reach out, she wanted to keep him.

But in the end, it's all in vain.

"Wind ...... Wind ......".

She called out loudly and ran forward desperately, but he could no longer be found except in the snow.

At this moment, it was only at this moment that she finally realized that she was a lonely person herself, just as lonely as him.

She stared blankly at the heavy snow between heaven and earth, and her thoughts seemed to return to the past. I still remember the day he left, it happened to be snowing heavily.

"Wind, no matter how difficult and bitter the road will be, it will never be you alone. No matter where you go, I will always be with you, always with you......".

This was the promise she had made to him, but on that day, the day he left the Falling Snow Valley, she could only watch him leave alone and in despair.

Holding back her thoughts, she didn't want to cry, but the tears flowed down again.

She stood alone in the snow until the snow completely submerged her, until she woke up from her dream.

The tears were still stained on the pillow, and Luo Qingxue curled up and woke up. This night, she cried again in her dreams.

This time, she dreamed of Yang Xiaofeng again.

This time, he was still the only one walking alone, and as before, he still had his back to her.

Although she had tried very hard, and although she had run as hard as she could, she still couldn't catch up with him.

She desperately called his name, hoping to keep him, but he was gone, alone.

She finally realized that since then, there has been an insurmountable gap between him and her.

Or a scar, a scar that will never heal for the rest of your life.

The night is quiet.

Luo Qingxue got up and got out of bed, then slowly walked to the window, removed the warm curtain and looked out.

The moonlight was bright outside the window, and at the same time, the east seemed to be fainting.

Seeing this, she suddenly smiled, and laughed silently.

She smiled calmly.

At this moment, her heart was also surprisingly calm.

She wondered if she would be in his dream tonight.

In the clear moon and wind, her heart had already flown far away.

"Wind ......".

She whispered his name extremely softly.

I don't know if he will also have an old man dreaming this night?

That night, no one appeared in his dreams. Just because tonight, he didn't sleep at all.

The night is as cold as water, and the chill is miserable.

The sky was almost dawn, and Yang Xiaofeng finally felt a little tired.

It's just that he still hasn't slept, he's still guarding hard, guarding this long night alone.

He was waiting, waiting for the dawn that was long out of reach. The more important reason is that he is afraid that an old man will intrude into his dream.

Therefore, he can only stay with each other. Sometimes, however, he didn't even know why he had to keep it that way.

He couldn't even figure out what he was waiting for.

What's the point of doing that?

Perhaps, perhaps, it was just because there was such a person—a woman, a woman who was as cold as frost and snow.

He knew that in that unreachable distance, she was just like him. She is also doing this kind of dazed, even meaningless.

This kind of waiting with no result and no hope in sight.

Isn't that what waiting itself is all about?

Again, under the cover of the night, Yang Xiaofeng stood under the window again.

He didn't know how long he had been standing here, and he didn't know how long he would be here.

He didn't even understand why he had to stand here.

But here he is. It was as if he had stood here in the past many lonely nights.

Of course, what he is thinking about in his heart is also the original person, the person he loves and hates the most.

A cold wind blew in and blew in his face.

The wind is cold tonight, and it must be in the Falling Snow Valley, so there must be a lot of snow tonight.

Once upon a time, on a snowy day, he and Luo Qingxue sat around the fireplace in the Leaf Building.

Knowing that he likes to drink, although she does not support it, many times she even directly opposes it. But every time, as long as it is a snowy day, after frowning slightly, she will always warm a pot of good wine for him without exception, and then sit quietly beside him, leaning on his shoulder, pouring wine for him while chuckling and listening to him tell those anecdotes about the rivers and lakes.

It's just that although from the beginning of October of the lunar calendar every year to around February of the next year, there will be five or six heavy snowfalls every month in Luoxue Valley within five months, plus cloudy days, he and Luo Qingxue have been in the Leaf Tower for at least half a month every month, but this kind of behavior is rare.

In most cases, whenever he and Luo Qingxue wanted to stay quietly for a while, Luo Qingyu would basically run over, and sometimes he would come with Lan Ru and his wife.

Then, Luo Qingyu was about to sigh at him without exception, saying something, "Xiaoxue used to always oppose me drinking, but now it's okay, with Xiaofeng you, Xiaoxue can't say anything." This can really be said to be my brother-in-law's light!"

At this time, Lan Ru would have been smiling from ear to ear, and he himself could only laugh a few times. Then, when Luo Qingxue glared at his brother with a strange gaze, Luo Qingyu would unceremoniously pick up the wine glass in front of him and drink it all.

In order not to make himself too out of shape, so as not to laugh out loud, he himself would quickly pour another glass of wine and drink it with Luo Qingyu, but often every time he would be choked, and then cough for a while.

After that, Luo Qingxue would basically stare at Luo Qingyu with blaming eyes first, and then quickly pat him lightly on his back with her hand. Next, Luo Qingyu will take the opportunity to rush to drink the second glass of wine.

How warm a day like this is. So much so that last winter, he didn't even feel even the slightest chill.

But now?

What was once the warmest scene has become the saddest picture. It turns out that everything is just the fascination and reluctance to the past in the deepest part of my heart.

Will there come a day when everything will gradually be submerged by time?

A cold wind blew in from the window, chilling to the bone. But his heart suddenly burned, and he only felt as if his blood was already rushing.

The next moment, his man had swept out of the window at a rapid pace.

Quietly, without even a hint of wind, his person was like a ghost in the dark night. When he stopped, he was already standing on the roof of another courtyard outside this courtyard.

Again, just say goodbye like that?

This time, don't you say goodbye to the woman in the courtyard?

Away from here, where do you go from here?

Thinking of this, he only felt a pang of bitterness in his heart.

Again, he felt so helpless. He finally found that in this huge world, it seemed that there was no place for him.

Just be a prodigal, hasn't he even been a beggar before, what is the point of wandering?

It's just that for some reason, he suddenly felt a little unwilling in his heart.

However, isn't his heart already dead, and why does he still feel this way?

Could it be that this was just a momentary delusion on his part?

That's it, that's all.

Move your footsteps lightly, and leave like this. Why is it difficult to let go, and why is it reluctant?

One last time, he looked back at the courtyard behind him.

What was it that re-tugged at his long-dormant heartstrings at this moment?

But the lone lamp that was still waiting in the cold night?

The light in Lin Yuhan's room was still on, and her figure was clearly reflected on the window lattice paper in front of the lamp. Under the light, the girl's figure looked as if she had lost a lot of weight.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaofeng's heart suddenly froze, and the steps he raised slowly slowly put down.

He is not stupid, Lin Yuhan knows his affection for him better than anyone else, but ......

At this moment, he only felt so contradictory and entangled in his heart.

His face grew painful, and he became confused.

It was just before dawn, and the moon had finally set, and everything in heaven and earth was plunged into complete darkness.

At this moment, a strong wind blew again.

The cold wind was howling, blowing on Yang Xiaofeng's body, and even more into his heart. The cold and biting temperature of the night wind was like a snowflake, and the flame in his heart was suddenly completely frozen.

As soon as the wind blew him, he suddenly calmed down completely. There is no more confusion, no trace of entanglement.

The next moment, the dawn finally pierced the sky, and the night finally passed completely.

At the same time, his people were gone, as if they had disappeared with the night.

Soon after, the sun was completely sprinkled, bringing warmth and light to the world once again.