Tianzihao Xiaobailian

(ask for a monthly ticket, please~~~~~~~)

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The 29th afternoon of the twelfth lunar month.

Huating ushered in an unusually rare snowstorm.

Snowflakes fluttered like goose feathers, whitening this city full of flowers in a very short period of time, making the air of this city, which was already gloomy and cold in winter, even more biting.

In the world of ice and snow, Wang Fuxing's residence is full of warm and warm scenes of spring.

Miss Xia has already called her grandfather Xia Jiuding, telling her that she will stay in Huating this year to celebrate the New Year. This little lady who is a queen at home but has the demeanor of a little woman and goblin is really a real person. To be honest, there is no With the slightest reservation, I said bluntly that I want to spend the New Year with my man, and return to my mother's house after the Chinese New Year.

This made Mr. Xia, who originally thought that his granddaughter put the family first, would stay in Huating to deal with a series of things even during the Chinese New Year. He lost his temper fiercely at his granddaughter, whom he had always loved since childhood. Xia Qinwei remained indifferent. Adopted the most conservative and most effective tactics of silence, no matter what you say, I will stand still and refuse to speak.

Xia Jiuding lost his temper very rarely, but it was fruitless, and he didn't bother to say anything more. After cursing severely, he hung up the phone, as if feeling puzzled, he called Miss Xia's father over and scolded him severely. Only depressed to accept this fact.

And Xia Qinwei finally confirmed the fact that she will stay in Huating for the New Year after being bombarded by her grandfather, father and mother three times on the phone.

Chu Qianyuan is relatively simple. The community where Wang Fuxing lives is not far from Qingyun Villa. Naturally, there is no problem of whether his mother’s family is not his mother’s family. After the New Year’s Eve dinner, he can go home and spend the night. The process is exactly the same wherever the New Year is celebrated.

For half a year, Huangfu Lingxi, who has been quietly following Wang Fuxing as his shadow, called his master, but no one answered after calling several times. The older she gets, the less she communicates with her master. He opened his mouth softly, intending to invite his master to come to Huating to celebrate the new year, but on the other end of the phone, Wang Shushi refused with a smile, saying that he still had things to do, but what exactly was the matter, where to do it, and whom to go to, he But did not say so.

Three women who each have their own friendships but are definitely not harmonious stay in the kitchen cooking dinner together. This is almost the happiest time of the day for Chu Qianyuan, because in the kitchen, she almost completely dominates her cousin Xia. Qinwei and Huangfu Lingxi ordered them to do this and that. Her culinary skills can barely be regarded as a breakthrough in the family. For the two clumsy beginners, Miss Xia and Huangfu Lingxi, she is naturally qualified to command. It gave Chu Qianyuan the feeling of being a big house. He had three meals a day, lunch and dinner, and he could see the happy smile in Chu Qianyuan's eyes almost all the time.

This was the room where Wang Fuxing brothers, Yan Di, and Hu Zi lived.

But after several hostesses moved in, Wang Fuxing could only rent two more houses downstairs. Huzi Jiansan and Kaiyang, one of the Big Dippers captured by Wang Fuxing from the Ito family in Japan, lived in one. A three-person suit, Sagittarius, Gemini, and small water bottle, barely settled down Wang Fuxing's core team.

In fact, Wang Fuxing's current financial resources are enough for him to buy an absolutely luxurious villa in Huating City. Even if he wants it, there are many people who are willing to give it to him for free. Xia Qinwei was very concerned about this. Carefully tested Wang Fuxing once, and asked him if he would consider changing another place.

At that time, Wang Fuxing still had a gentle smile in his eyes, but his tone was unusually blunt, almost cold, and he gave an answer simply and neatly: Don't move!Not going anywhere!

Firm and determined.

Since then, no one has mentioned the matter of moving.

In the kitchen, Chu Qianyuan hummed softly, cut a few washed potatoes into shreds, and said with a soft smile, "Cousin, Sister Lingxi, shall we go out for a snowball fight later? It's snowing heavily."

"Crazy girl, aren't you cold when you go out in this weather? It's still windy outside. How bad is it to catch a cold during Chinese New Year? Don't go."

Xia Qinwei scolded with a smile, the New Year is approaching, the taste of the Spring Festival is getting stronger and stronger, and the women are not engaged in unnecessary jealousy in daily life, but are trying to compromise as much as possible, pursuing a temporary peace, so they returned to Huating. In the past few days, even Wang Fuxing really felt comfortable and didn't bother at all.

"But it hasn't snowed in Huating for a long time, today is a rare opportunity..."

Chu Qianyuan pouted, blinked her beautiful big eyes, turned to Huangfu Lingxi, and said with a smile, "Ling, sister Xi..."

Huangfu Lingxi was cleaning the vegetables in front of her, and she was about to pass the end of her 28th year, but it was an unprecedented experience to cook herself. After hearing Chu Qianyuan call her, she was silent first, and patiently washed the vegetables in front of her. After it was over, he raised his head belatedly, and hummed with some doubts.

"..."

Chu Qianyuan was in a daze for a while, and it took him a while to realize that she was responding to what he said just now. With a wry smile, he asked hopefully, "I'm going to have a snowball fight later, do you want to go?"

Huangfu consonantly said, "If he goes, I will go."

Chu Qianyuan could naturally understand who he was in Huangfu Lingxi's words, smiled slightly, narrowed his eyes, like a little fox instigating others to do bad things, and said softly: "Sister Lingxi, go and ask him, what's the matter?" Do you want to go or not?"

Huangfu Lingxi hesitated for a while, shook his head, and kept silent.

They all knew that the room Wang Fuxing was in was different from anyone else's. No matter who wanted to go in, they had to knock on the door lightly, and they could only enter after obtaining Wang Fuxing's permission.

It was a private space that only belonged to Wang Fuxing and a blood-stained wedding dress. Whether it was Huangfu Lingxi, Xia Qinwei, or Chu Qianyuan, one could feel the oppression in it when entering.

It is not even an exaggeration to say that if the owner of the blood-stained wedding dress is still there, there is no place for any of them in this house today.

Opportunities in life are the most unpredictable.

Huangfu Lingxi sighed lightly, and said to himself, "I'm so hungry."

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For Wang Fuxing, his room is not so much a room as it is a place that carries too many memories of him.

Once young and frivolous, once vowed forever, once no regrets, once carefree and passionate youth...

It's all the past, the past.

Wang Fuxing is always moving forward, but no matter where he is, no matter what kind of situation he is in, every time he is tired and tired, and when the night is quiet, he looks back. These pasts have always followed him, standing behind him the closest The place of distance is clearly close at hand, but it is far away.

Those are almost the best times in his life, and he cannot forget them, and dare not forget them.

So as soon as this young man who is about to dominate the underground society in the Yangtze River Delta returns to this home, his bed will always be covered with a blood-stained wedding dress. No matter how his status is changing, no matter how dark and extreme his heart is, this habit that is almost deeply rooted in his bones has never changed. This room is buried with the most unutilitarian and pure love in his heart, so Wang Fuxing has never been used to too much love. People frequented his room, not anyone.

There are some longings that cannot be said, which are the heaviest.

Wang Fuxing leaned quietly on his bed, did not turn on the light, it was already evening, the curtains were open, the sky outside was already dark, and the snowflakes drifting outside the window could be vaguely seen. The warmth of isolation.

He spent most of his time sleeping in his room these days, rarely going out, insisting on changing his dressing every day, and the wound healed very quickly. In this place, everything seemed to be peaceful. Before he knew it, Wang Fuxing was in Jinling. The hostility accumulated in the countless bloody killings seemed to be gradually fading, and the whole person seemed to have returned to the original calm and indifferent.

He covered the big red cup embroidered with the pattern of mandarin ducks playing in water, looked at the ceiling, and subconsciously pinched the cuff of the wedding dress with the hand with the diamond ring, without saying a word, his eyes were full of silence and firmness.

This blood-stained wedding dress, since he brought it to Huating from the capital, until today, he has never thought about wearing it for another woman, it has always been the same.

Suddenly the phone rang.

Wang Fuxing was silent for a while, then he picked up his mobile phone on the bedside, looked at the number, slightly surprised, subconsciously showed a smile that could not be said to be sincere or hypocritical, and said softly: "Sister Li, The call was a bit urgent, it’s not Chinese New Year yet, so it’s too early to say Happy New Year.”

"Hmph, if I don't call you, I'm afraid you won't think of my sister after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month."

On the phone, a mature voice sounded with a smile.

"No way, I've already prepared a text message. I plan to send it to you first in the early hours of tomorrow night."

Wang Fuxing laughed along, the corners of his mouth curved naturally.

"No, I'm afraid you'll forget it, I'm going to listen now, let's talk."

The woman on the phone joked unrelentingly.

Wang Fuxing bit the bullet and said a very happy new year.

There was an unscrupulous smile on the other end of the phone, and the voice was pleasant to the ear.

Wang Fuxing also laughed, leaning on the bed and said, "Sister Li is celebrating the New Year with Secretary Li in Huating now?"

"Well, your brother-in-law and nephew you haven't seen are all here. Work is work, and family is family. How can there be any reason not to go home?"

Li Qing smiled softly, the Secretary of the Political and Legal Committee of Wuyue Province had an unusually relaxed tone, the tone of a young woman at home, without the majesty in the officialdom, only warmth.

"Yes, there is no reason not to return home."

Wang Fuxing said softly to himself that he had called Ye Tianting and his elders this morning to invite them to come to Huating for the Chinese New Year, but Ye Tianting scolded them after he refused, and smiled wryly.

"Little brother, are you free tomorrow night? Dad asked me to let you know. If you are free, let's have a New Year's Eve dinner together. The old man hasn't seen you for a long time. He has been asking me about you. You should come and tell me yourself." He’s good, by the way, you haven’t met your brother-in-law yet, have you? This big alcoholic, come and have a drink with him, and your other sister, my good sister, big big big big beauty, let me introduce you Next. Let's have a good time."

Li Qing's laughter is soft, with a taste that is easy to get close to.

"Big big big beauty? The biggest beauty in Huating is talking on the phone with me, where is there any other big beauty?"

Wang Fuxing said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"Hmph, sycophant! But the sister who is sycophant likes it, will you come tomorrow?"

Li Qing said something with great enthusiasm, and then added: "You can bring the female relatives. Bring Miss Xia, blood... no, Yuguanyin, and Chu Qianyuan to us. Look, by the way, which one is prettier, your women or my sisters..."

Compared with Huangfu Lingxi Xia Qinwei Chu Qianyuan's appearance and temperament?

If Li Qing wasn't joking, then her sister is really a hero among women.

Wang Fuxing hesitated for a moment, then smiled softly: "Okay, I will definitely be there tomorrow."

"Well, at eight o'clock, we'll be waiting for you to serve dinner."

Li Qing said with a smile, a little boy called his mother's voice came from the phone, Wang Fuxing didn't say any more, and hung up the phone directly.

He leaned on the bed and remained silent for a while before lighting a cigarette and getting out of bed, quietly came to the balcony, and opened the window directly.

The cold wind suddenly blows into the greenhouse.

The snow is fluttering outside the window, and the world outside is silvery white, magnificent and beautiful.

Wang Fuxing stood alone in front of the window, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and suddenly raised his head to the sky and screamed!

The sound echoed through the wind and snow for a long time in the community.

In several nearby floors, the voice-activated lights all lit up in an instant!

Wanjia lights are brilliant!

This day is the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, the penultimate day of the new year.

Huating in the wind and snow.

This evening.

Huating is in the midst of a storm.

In the capital city, three seven-seat Buick commercial vehicles without any license plate left Gongyuan No. [-] community one after another.

Outside Fengtian City, Sanqing Taoist Temple, the snow had not completely melted away, an old Taoist priest in a clean Taoist robe with a slightly pale face left the Taoist temple with Fushen in his hand, and headed west to Kunlun alone!

Heavy snow in the south.

An old monk in a shabby cassock carrying a long and thin box walked out of the airport helplessly, went straight to the train station, and bought a train ticket to return to Jinling overnight.

In the capital, in the fifth school.

The elite of the Northeast Huangfu family directly broke into the school, without any explanation, and took away Huangfu Jun, the young master of the Huangfu family, and Huangfu Chuxue, the little princess of the Huangfu family.

In the end, for some unknown reason, the other party let go of several elite bodyguards of the Xia family without any scruples, and took away Wang Fuyu, the number one person who made trouble in the elementary school, almost with force.

After Xia Jiuding got the news, he remained silent.

Qin Zheng, the old patriarch of the Qin family, did not return all day.

In Fengtian City, the Huangfu family held a high-level meeting overnight.

The 29th night of the twelfth lunar month.

Over Wang Fuxing's head, fireworks were shining brightly.

outside world.

Clouds move in all directions!