The snow falls and the fragrance is fragrant

When I woke up again, I didn't know when and where, but when I looked at it, I saw a pink and yellow curtain, and the twilight was slightly cool. The tassels on the top of the head are washed and swayed gently in the wind. I moved uncomfortably, but found that my chest hurt badly. A faint sandalwood fragrance fills the side, the hollow carved window is filled with speckled sunlight, take a closer look, under the body is a soft wooden bed, the delicate carved decoration is extraordinary, the body is a bed of brocade quilt, turn sideways, a room of ancient women's boudoir comes into view, the guqin stands in the corner, the copper mirror is placed on the wooden dresser, the room is so fresh and leisurely.

A gust of wind blew, and the sound of a flute wafted from outside the house. Before, there was only the faint sound of the wind. The sound of the flute is filled with the breath of the ice spring, suddenly like the waves advancing layer by layer, suddenly like snowflakes flying, suddenly like a whirlwind in the canyon, rushing up, suddenly like the Milky Way flowing quietly in the middle of the night. The sound of the flute is tactful, the sound of the flute is gradually loud, just like the flute person is blowing, while slowly approaching, the sound of the flute is clear and beautiful, high and low, light and flickering, low to the extreme, after a few circles, and then low down, although extremely low and very thin, each syllable is still clearly audible. Gradually, there are occasional pearls and jade jumps in the bass, crisp and short, one after another, the complex sound gradually increases, first such as the splash of the spring, and then such as the group of flowers competing for beauty, the flowers are clustered, and there is a gap between the birds, he sings me and, gradually the birds leave, the spring flowers fall, but the sound of the rain is Xiao Xiao, a desolate and murderous image, the drizzle is continuous, if there is nothing, and finally all the sounds are silent.

"Crunch-" and the door opened. The young man hurriedly raised his eyes to look, but saw a young woman who had not spit out a word, and her breath was like a quiet orchid".

The skin is like clotted fat, it can be broken by blowing, it is as smooth as silk, and it is flexible as a reed! Her long, jet-black hair was as smooth as a waterfall and as soft as silk. The loose green silk is pulled up, the oblique fork beads are combined, and the hidden string moon is lined with it. Moreover, the lips are like cherry petals, the eyes are ethereal, and there is a faint trace of sorrow.

"Are you awake?" The voice was tactful and pleasant, and the gentleness made people feel warm in their hearts. A burst of fragrance came, not rouge powder, but the unique body fragrance of the woman.

The young man's eyes remained motionless as he looked at the woman in front of him, as if he had never seen such an astonishing beauty. It's just that a young age of five or six years old really makes people can't have dirty thoughts. The boy tilted his head, and his big eyes were littering, which was very cute. Perhaps thinking of something, the boy looked at the new clothes on his body, and then at the person in front of him, and his face turned red all of a sudden.

"Poof", the woman smiled in the spring breeze, making people's eyes light up again, like a warm breeze gently blowing through the heart. "Okay, I've seen everything I should see, and I've watched everything I shouldn't, and I'm still shy when I'm young. ”

The boy smiled embarrassedly, his shy appearance, coupled with his delicate face, made it easy for people to think that he was a girl. People rely on clothes and horses to rely on saddles, this is not bad at all, how can this still be the appearance of a little beggar, a pink son.

"What's your name?"

The boy shook his head.

"Where do you live?"

The boy shook his head again.

"What about your parents?"

The boy shook his head again.

“......”

Suddenly, the boy looked left and right, anxious as if he was looking for something. struggled to get up, but couldn't help a cold pain.

"Don't move, it's all hurt like this, it's still moving, I really don't know how you did it, you broke three ribs at a young age, and you can still climb so far. ”

The boy gestured anxiously, screaming "ahhhhhhhh Only then did the woman realize that the boy was a mute man, and she couldn't help but have red eyes, and choked up: "Poor child, your puppy is fine, he slept there." The boy looked at it, smiled happily, very happy, innocent without intrigue, and the most beautiful face in the world.

Looking at the hole flute in her hand, the woman smiled and said, "Since you don't know what your name is, just share your surname with me." My surname is Bai, my name is Bai Li, you can call Bai Xiao, okay? ”

The boy bent his eyebrows, smiled, and nodded happily.

For more than a month, in the chic courtyard, there is still a little residual snow. The spring breeze has come, the weather is getting warmer, and the plum blossoms outside the window are still in full bloom. A little boy under the tree was carefully playing with the snow. Two and a half snowmen are leaning together, and the boy is angry, with red little hands, and writing "sister" and "brother" crookedly.

As if he was very satisfied with his work, the boy examined it carefully, and the smile on his face was always overflowing, and it was very bright in the golden sunlight.

"Xiao'er-", a gentle call came from behind him, and the boy hurriedly turned around, hugged the beautiful woman, rubbed hard, and happily pointed to the dwarf snowman under the tree.

"Look at your hands from the cold. The woman reproached, taking the boy's hand and placing it in her arms. "It's cute, but it makes me ugly. Bai Li joked.

Bai Xiao scratched his head embarrassedly, blushed, and hurriedly explained, but he couldn't speak, so he could only dance in a hurry.

"Alright, don't stay outside, let's go inside. ”

Hand in hand, walking all the way, there are no words, only a trace of aftertaste.

............

"Red crisp hands, yellow vine wine, the city is full of spring palace wall willows. ......" In the silent hut, Bai Li read the words slowly, a pot of fragrant tea was steaming, and the white flute next to the table was holding his cheeks, staring at the woman in front of him without blinking.

The homeless Bai Xiao finally has the warmth of home at this moment, and the two depend on each other, making the silent yard a little more lively. It's just that Bai Li always dresses him up as a girl like a mischief, and every time he sees Bai Xiao's angry appearance, he can't help but giggle.

Bai Li, a woman who suddenly came to Wancheng. No one knows her background, no one knows what she is going to do, and everyone thinks that the origin of this mysterious woman seems to be very simple. The temperament on her body, although it is not domineering, makes people feel ashamed of themselves and dare not approach. "Only the peony is true to the country, and the flowers move the capital when they bloom. "In the gentleness, there is a luxurious atmosphere, which makes people win at first sight but there are countless people in the world. Everyone has forgotten when the woman came to Wancheng, but after she came, it became the most beautiful scenery, and then looked at those women in the city and only felt that they were rouge and vulgar fans.

Strange to say, no one saw her have any livelihood, just stayed in her own yard every day, or went out for a walk in the wilderness, but it seemed that she never had to worry about food and clothing. Only at the end of the month, or during festivals, she will play a song in her garden pavilion, which will attract countless people every time, and it is not an exaggeration to call it an empty alley.

Bai Li's small courtyard is on the outskirts of the city, where the willows support the wind and the river gurgles. The singing of birds and flowers, the verdant shade, the maple leaves are like fire, and the snow is falling, all constitute the most beautiful scenery in the four seasons.

"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan. Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable. Lishan said that it was half a night away, and the tears and rain did not complain. How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the same day. Bai Li chanted silently, with a sad face, his eyes full of grievances, and a little tear gradually flashed out of the corner of his eyes.

After so long, I still can't forget that I have left that sad place a long time ago, but I found that my heart still hasn't left. The long sigh is full of melancholy, but also the reluctance to give up.

Suddenly, his hand tightened, and Bai Li looked down. A small hand is holding himself, and the white hand is less than half of his palm, but the warmth makes people love it.

The little hand was lightly raised, and the pen was waved, and two words "with me" were written on the thin silk paper. Bai Li was stunned for a moment, gently stroked the child who was only his chest high, and hugged him into his arms.