This page looks best with JavaScript enabled
Page 300
"I, I..." Junior Sister Lu wiped her tears indiscriminately, and a few cold snowflakes smeared her face again, and she cried even more sadly, "It's snowing today..."
"what?"
The three Taiyi straight men spoke in unison.
The three faces were all dumbfounded.
"..." Junior Sister Lu held her breath in her throat, took a deep breath, and then turned around and walked out, "Meicheng is not far from Qianlaicheng, let's hurry up and go there, maybe we can see the little master and personally report to him about the current situation. The situation in the northwest corner."
Hearing the opportunity to meet the little master, Junior Brother Liu and Junior Brother suddenly quickened their pace, and they did not forget to discuss in a low voice as they walked:
...Snow, what happened to the snow?
...why don't it snow in winter?
Junior Sister Lu lowered her head, watched the snowflakes fall, and passed the tenth episode of "Return to Dreams" "Meeting, Hate, Parting, Chief", and replied softly in her heart:
Twelve years ago, it was also the year of Ding, and it was also such a snow.
…………………………………………
Snow and snow.
Six or seven copper bells hang from the hooks of the gray tile paved mountain, and when the wind blows, a few pieces of snow tinkle down. The white snow fluttered, wiped the thin window screen, fell into the house, fell into the stone inkstone, fell in front of the overlapping rice paper, and was picked up like a flower. For some reason, the snowflakes did not melt for a long time on the fingertips that were as thin as smoke and jade.
The Nianhua Man turned his fingertips lightly.
Snowflakes fall.
But don't know if it was because of the wind, or because of the warm air in the room, the snowflakes swirled and fluttered and lingered, so they were gently gathered again.
"Snowing……"
Qiu thin lamp put pen.
Teahouse storytellers, listeners, and even the owner of Baigong Village all thought that he came to Tianchi Mountain for fishing.
However, at this time, the lights illuminated the red lacquer flower table in front of him, and the table table was full of rice paper. The paper is full of dense formulas, and there are many star charts that ordinary calendar teachers can't understand. Most of the paper is piled up on the left side. The top Chentu star table overlaps with the map of Xizhou, and Tianchi Mountain is highlighted.
Beside the table, set up a silver screen with a mask hanging beside the screen.
Deep black lacquer gold, mysterious beauty.
Snowflakes swirled at the fingertips, neither leaving nor melting.
Qiu Bodeng simply put the Chentu star table he was drawing aside, rested his arms quietly, and looked at the snow hovering at his fingertips.
The oil lamp with the fan hub as the core burned silently, and the bright and pure light illuminated Qiu Bodeng's face. Twelve years have passed, except that his facial features have become more and more beautiful, he has not changed much. It seems that he has always stayed in the snowy days of that year, and he is still young in red.
Snowflakes fluttered up and down around Qiu Bodeng's fingertips, fluttering for a while, and then suddenly carried by the slight airflow, and rolled out of the window.
Qiu Bodeng followed the trail of the snowflakes and looked out the window.
Night Cage Mountain.
The thick snow reflects the shimmering light, illuminating the delicate corners and branches of the snowflakes. In the eyes of Qiu Bodeng, the rootless flowers of heaven and earth swept across the misty Tianchi, swept across the reflection of the moon wheel in the pond, swept over the jagged mountains and rocks by the pond... ding dang, ding dang, the wind chimes were clear, the bells rang Snowflakes fell on a thousand-year-old plum with sloping branches.
Crystal snowflakes touch the deep black branches.
A little crimson suddenly bloomed.
The clouds that partially covered the white moon suddenly dissipated, and the clear light fell from the sky. The snow light and the moonlight interacted, illuminating the entire Tianchi Mountain. A little bit of light dyes a branch red, a branch dyes a tree red, a tree dyes a red piece, and in an instant, the wind blows over Tianchi Mountain, thousands of branches and thousands of trees, and countless plum blossoms bloom overnight.
The mountains are high and far away, and the Tianchi reflects the moon.
The moon is full of plum red.
"It is you."
Qiu Bodeng said.
He rested his arms, serious.
"Is it lacking in virtue? The plum blossoms in Xizhou Tianchi are notorious for not blooming until the middle of winter. When the first snow fell, I called them up early..."
There is another plum blossom case.
Qiu Bo Deng tangled the flowers, couldn't hold back, and laughed.
Well, wickedness is wickedness.
Anyway, as said before, one kills the other and sets fire.
The breeze was blowing across his face, plum blossom petals brushed the corners of Qiu Bodeng's eyes, and the cool fragrance stained the tips of his hair. Qiu Bodeng looked at the lonely shadow of the tree, and suddenly remembered that the lotus in the Jingchi was blooming just right that year... Someone leaned over to wipe off the pollen that fell on the corner of his eyes, and the elegant fragrance of flowers was stained on their clothes and temples. .
Slowly, he stopped smiling.
In a trance, Qiu Bodeng always felt that his Arlo was still everywhere.
"But why can't I find you?"
Qiu Bodeng asked Qingfeng in a low voice.
In the past, when Arlo was still a little ghost, he was invisible, but he could feel it at any time. Now, tomorrow is still the same, but Arlo can't be found.
Where is his Arlo?
Chapter 122 It's His, No One Can Touch It
Taking out the dark mask hanging on the edge of the silver screen, his fingertips slowly traced the gold lacquer engravings on it, and Qiu Bodeng was a little dazed. When did twelve years seem like three thousand years? Twelve years are still like this, but what kind of loneliness and pain should it be for a thousand years? ...Is that the case, his Arlo has fallen into a demon?
Qiu Bodeng sighed lowly.
What should have been discovered earlier, in Arro's eyes, there was no difference between gods, human beings, ghosts, even plants, insects, and beasts.
All are disgusting.
How can you be so stubborn?
…… Whether it is cold and hot, the flying flowers are graceful, the ancient trees are lush, the joy is full, and the first snow is quiet. The original intention is just to teach you to see the goodness and beauty of the world, to see the colorfulness and colorfulness of all things, and don't really be a vague ghost that doesn't know why it was born or died.
I want to teach you love and beauty.