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Falling Snow Valley.

The snow had long since stopped, and the valley was very quiet.

In previous years, the Falling Snow Valley would have turned into a sea of joy by this time. The sound of firecrackers in the distance and the sound of cups in the distance are intertwined, and it is really noisy.

It's just that this year, for some reason, the valley is silent. It seems that everyone has chosen to remain silent.

There was no party, and there was no sumptuous feast. Even the most important New Year's dinner is extremely simple.

Perhaps this is the coldest Chinese New Year's Eve in Luo Qingyu's memory.

The reason why it is said to be deserted is because even when it comes to Chinese New Year's Eve, there are only two of them.

My father didn't come, and neither did my sister. Since Luo Qingxue's wedding last time, in the past month or so, the father and daughter have not met again.

Luo Qingyu understood that since that day, although the blood relationship between his sister and father was still there, the relationship between the two of them had long been broken, and it was completely broken.

Luo Wenbin personally planted a deep and painful rift between himself and his daughter.

Although the family affection will never be cut forever, since then, there will never be a gap between their father and daughter as it was at the beginning. And this gap may never be crossed again in a lifetime.

The damage that this estrangement has brought to Luo Qingxue is probably difficult to make up for in this life.

This estrangement has become a dead knot between their father and daughter, a dead knot that can never be untied.

Leaf House.

When Lan Ru walked in with a lunch box, Luo Qingxue was in a daze.

"Xiaoxue, come and try my new craft", Lan Ru smiled happily, she tried her best to liven up the atmosphere. After all, during the Chinese New Year, she hoped that Luo Qingxue would be a little happier, just a little, even if it was a short quarter of an hour, or even just a moment.

A moment is enough.

It's just that Luo Qingxue still has such a cold tone, and said lightly: "Sister-in-law, you should let it go first." I want to be alone and quiet."

"It's Chinese New Year's Eve tonight, Chinese New Year's Eve, you're ......."

Luo Qingxue immediately interrupted: "I know."

"Okay then......", Lan Ru shook her head slightly, and said in a low voice: "Anyway, for the New Year, you can eat a little more." As long as you take good care of your body, the situation will gradually improve in the future."

For Luo Qingxue, although Lan Ru was distressed, she had no way at all.

In the end, she could only put down the lunch box in her hand, sighed, and quietly went out again.

She really didn't know how to comfort Luo Qingxue, because no matter what she said, it would only make Luo Qingxue even more sad.

Luo Qingxue sat quietly, Lan Ru was already gone, but she was still in a daze.

After a long time, she finally seemed to be a little hungry, but when she opened the lunch box, the food was already cold.

"Haha......".

In the silent room, only her sad laughter echoed for a long time.

The outskirts of Jinling.

The ancient trees are jagged, and the rows of blue brick and blue tile houses are neatly arranged, and there seems to be a bit of elegance in the sorrow.

A little farther away, the terrain is slightly undulating, and the houses are built against the hills.

On a cold night, a few bright candles were shining in a bleak glow.

Yang Xiaofeng's eyes gradually drifted away, looking all the way over, only to feel that those lights were so lonely, as if the little candle flame was just like his heart. At this time, he had already flown to the horizon.

He knew that tonight was Chinese New Year's Eve. He also knows that tonight is a day of revelry and reunion.

The old year ends on this day, and the new year begins on this day.

The days are gone, and when the New Year is coming, should we learn to let go of the memories of the past?

When removing the old and welcoming the new, the memory quietly precipitated, hidden in the bottom of the heart, and completely occupied the heart.

Isn't it that one day, the old ideas will be surging together with the new ideas, bringing the happiest and most unforgettable joy and happiness to the people in their hearts?

Ethereal Peak.

Although the bright fireworks in the distant sky illuminate the cold night, they seem to be powerless to illuminate people's hearts.

The cold wind was fierce, and the man wrapped in a black robe was alone at the top of the cliff.

In the same darkness, but in three rooms many distances away, Duanmu Jing, Duanmu Xuan, and Murong Yan were all sitting alone opposite the window.

Falling Snow Valley.

In the bedroom of the main residence of Shaogu, Lan Ru snuggled up to her husband. With warm wine on the table, she poured a full glass for Luo Qingyu.

Looking at the faint smile on her husband's face when he drank it, Lan Ru suddenly felt that everything in this life was worth it.

In another room, Xie Shan also poured a full cup for himself, and in regret and hesitation, he also drank it slowly.

It was another long night, full of melancholy, and it seemed that everyone was looking forward to that hopeless tomorrow.

The cold night is like paint, and the cold wind is like a knife.

The night eats away at everything.

This is a small town outside the city of Jinling. At this time, it was late, and Yang Xiaofeng and Lin Yuhan were resting in an inn in the town.

A faint candle flame flickered, illuminating a small area. However, in the deeper and farther places, it is occupied by a thicker darkness.

Darkness consumes everything.

As for the human heart, the human heart seems to have long been sunk in that endless darkness.

The window was wide open, and Yang Xiaofeng leaned alone in front of the window. The cold wind blew in through the window, raising the long hair of his sideburns.

Lin Yuhan stood quietly behind him.

At this moment, he was looking into the distance. And Lin Yuhan happened to be looking at him.

After a long time, the girl's eyes finally moved to the distance, and she said softly: "Do you see the dark shadow outside the town, it is a lonely mountain, called Fengyue Slope."

"Fengyuepo, this name is so ......", Yang Xiaofeng nodded with a smile, and then asked: "Chinese New Year's Eve tonight, won't you go back?"

"Where to go back"?

"Go home ......", Yang Xiaofeng's expression was soft, and he said lightly: "Presumably your father is already waiting for you at this time, why don't you go back to have a lively Chinese New Year's Eve dinner with him"?

"Yes, it's time to go home......", Lin Yuhan looked at him and asked, "What about you?"

"I ......"?

Lin Yuhan asked: "If I leave now, then who will accompany you for the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner?"

Yang Xiaofeng was silent for a moment, then smiled faintly and said, "I don't care."

"Didn't you ever think of having someone with you"?

Yang Xiaofeng smiled, smiled a little bitterly, and said: "For so many years, I have long been used to being alone."

Although his words are so chic, who can hear how contrary he is to his words.

In life, who wants to be lonely all the time, who doesn't want to have someone by their side, and who really wants to be lonely.

Lin Yuhan suddenly smiled and smiled lightly. Her smile seemed to be a little brighter even in the night.

"I've been with my dad for twenty-five Chinese New Year's Eve, this time, let him spend it alone......", she smiled, gently pulled Yang Xiaofeng's arm with one hand, looked at his side face softly, and said playfully: "I'll accompany you this Chinese New Year's Eve."