"Listen to the Snow Pavilion...... Listen to the ...... of Xue Pavilion", Luo Qingyu repeated the name back and forth, and exclaimed: "Okay, this name is really good...... I finally understand why you changed the name of your residence to Leaf House." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this moment, he finally understood why his sister had to change the name of her residence to Leaf House.

Perhaps, what Xiaoxue and Xiaofeng listen to each other is the longing for each other.

Luo Qingxue didn't hear the second half of her eldest brother's words, she had already pushed open the door of Tingxue Pavilion. Immediately, a musty smell came to my nose, mixed with a slight rotten smell of rotten wood.

Looking at the things in front of her, she didn't move for a long time, as if her eyes had been completely frozen.

Long tables, bamboo chairs, bookshelves, wooden beds...... , nothing has changed.

Everything is still the same as the first time here, everything is still there, not even the place has been moved, only one thing is missing, or just one person is missing.

Everything is still there, but what about the owner here, the boy who is like the wind?

Where is he?

After staying for a long time, she finally turned around and walked out the door, closed the door, and walked straight out.

Out of the courtyard, all the way to the back mountain.

Back mountain, quiet as always.

It used to be a good place to see the moon and the best place to watch the sunset, but now, all you can see here is a deserted tomb. In addition to the maple forests on both sides, the large open space in the middle is full of tombs, and the entire back mountain is full of graves, which is the grave of the person who died tragically in the tragedy of Qingshui Villa.

That year, the news of the accident at Qingshui Villa reached Luoxue Valley half a month later. After that, it took a full month for the people of Falling Snow Valley to bury the bodies of all the victims. And in the past month, Luo Qingxue searched for the dead every day, even day and night, endlessly rummaging over and over again, looking for Yang Xiaofeng's body.

She didn't believe it, she didn't want to believe it, she couldn't believe it even more, he died like this.

When she left, everything was fine, how could she suddenly ...... just a few days later?

She couldn't accept the facts in front of her. She's going to find him, she's going to find him.

In the end, she didn't find it.

So she firmly believes that Yang Xiaofeng must still be alive. So, she has been waiting, and she has always believed that he will come back one day.

I don't know if this is a blessing or a misfortune.

And she, is she deceiving herself?

In the past ten years, every Qingming Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival, she will come to Qingshui Villa to offer incense to the dead. Because since the day she got engaged to Yang Xiaofeng ten years ago, she has become his wife. From that day on, she was already the eldest daughter-in-law of Qingshui Villa, and as a daughter-in-law, of course she had to do her filial piety as a junior.

At the same time, she also wants to tell Yang Xiaofeng that he has always been in her heart, and she has never forgotten him.

She hoped he would come back one day.

Because, and she has been worrying about him.

Because, I was still waiting for him.

But is he really alive?

She didn't know.

In fact, she didn't know anything except her own heart for him.

Luo Qingxue slowly knelt down in front of a large grave in front of all the graves, which was the large tomb where Yang Shuangzi and Mei Luoyun were buried together.

She knelt on one knee, knelt in front of the twilight of her prospective in-laws' funeral, and reverently lit incense, candles, and paper money. The burning flames were reflected on her ice-like face, and in a trance, there was a faint hint of weakness, but it was only for a moment.

The next moment, she regained her frosty indifference again.

Once again, her heart grew cold.

Lan Xiaorui looked around, then at Luo Qingxue, a little surprise and confusion flashed on his face. The corners of his mouth moved slightly, but in the end, he still didn't say anything.

Perhaps, he is already very satisfied to be able to quietly look at the person he likes like this.

He picked up a stack of paper money, knelt down on one knee beside her, and burned it to the undead.

Luo Qingxue glanced at Lan Xiaorui slightly sideways. For a moment, she suddenly felt that this person didn't seem to be so annoying.

The sound of the heartbeat fell silent, and even the breathing seemed to pause slightly.

From beginning to end, no one spoke. Except for the sound of paper money burning, there is only the sound of the wind.

But now even the wind stopped.

For a while, everything was in full swing, and the surrounding atmosphere was almost quiet, and it was a little breathless.

Heaven and earth have become incomparably quiet, but people's hearts have gradually stirred.

Luo Qingyu smiled bitterly and shook his head, although he couldn't bear it, he still urged: "Xiaoxue, I think let's go, don't forget, we still have to go to the Ethereal Peak." So be it, if ...... If you are really reluctant to leave, when you come back from the Ethereal Peak in a few days, we will come again, you think this is good?"

He had to rush.

He knew very well that if his sister stayed here for a moment, the discomfort in her heart would increase over time.

This was a place that once brought joy to Xiaoxue, but now, it only makes her sad.

"Hmm", Luo Qingxue responded, then stood up and walked back directly, she walked without hesitation. When she had walked a long distance, she suddenly turned around again.

Why did she suddenly turn back?

Luo Qingxue turned around, her eyes staring at a tree not far away, and her eyes instantly became extremely hot, and she kept scanning the body of the tree back and forth, as if she wanted to find something somewhere.

What was she looking for, could it be someone?

It's just that no matter how hard she tries, she gets nothing after all. In the end, she had to give up.

The sun was shining on her, but she felt a little decadent, even dazed.

What happened to me just now?

Is it her own delusion, why did she faintly feel a strange but extremely familiar breath just now, it was about the boy in her heart, about the wind, it was his breath.

It's just that for some reason, that breath is so faint that people can't catch it. It's too fast, it's just a flash of the day.

By the time she came back to her senses and tried to pursue it, the slightest trace of that breath had long since disappeared. Or rather, completely gone.

Luo Qingyu saw that his sister's expression was different, and said strangely: "Xiaoxue, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing ......", Luo Qingxue shook her head directly, and said coldly: "Let's go."

After saying that, he didn't linger any longer, and strode back.

Luo Qingyu frowned, and couldn't help but look back at the back of the tree that his sister was staring at just now, but he didn't find anything, so he had to go back too, and at the same time called, "Xiaolan, let's go."

"Oh", Lan Xiaorui was a little confused, and he frowned and lowered his head to think for a moment, but he didn't understand anything.

After lingering for a while, when he looked up, he found that his brother-in-law had gone away, and he had to hurry up and follow.

The wind blew, bringing up a few newly fallen autumn leaves, which slowly fluttered and landed on the position where Luo Qingxue had just stood.

The pile of paper ash on the ground was finally completely burned out. When the wind blew, a few wisps of green smoke dispersed.

Immediately afterward, the last bit of spark remaining in the ashes was completely extinguished. The only thing left was the pile of ashes. But the next moment, it was finally blown away by the autumn wind and flew around.

So what, though. Even though the paper ash had been scattered, it had indeed burned, as if Luo Qingxue's people had already left at this moment, but she had indeed come.

That's enough.

After walking a long distance, Luo Qingxue slowly stopped again, paused, stood quietly for a while, slowly turned around, and looked up into the distance again.

She looked out, looked quietly, for a long time, her person seemed to be completely stupid.

Until her vision began to blur, as if her heart had also flown into the distance, flying back to before.

She looked at the mountain in the distance stupidly, where the sunset was thick, a round of slanting sun was hanging in front of the mountain, the heaven and the earth had been completely dyed light red, and the maple forest in front of her seemed to be completely connected with the sky.

Perhaps, that maple forest is originally growing in the sky, and the flaming red autumn leaves are not the color of the sunset?

She was a little confused for a while, was it the maple leaves stained with the color of the flowing glow, or the flowing glow reflected the evening maple in front of the mountain?

Just like that autumn day many years ago, after dusk.

The same place, the same season, even the scenery is exactly the same.

It turns out that the scenery has never changed, let alone diminished. The one who is missing is just the person who used to see the scenery together.