Peerless pastoral little green plum

Chapter 920 Waiting in the Snow
He also heard from his mother that the fifteenth day of the first lunar month is considered Valentine's Day, and if he can make an appointment to make a wish in the Town God's Temple, then most of the lovers will get married.

So, he mustered up the courage to send this letter to Bao Caiyi.

That girl, will she come?
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Bao Caiyi fell into entanglement for a while.

One is a good friend, the other is someone you like, two things are equally important.

But she finally decided to help Tuoba Heng, after all, it was related to Tuoba Heng's life.

She was also wondering whether to reply Pei Chengzhi's letter.

After thinking about it, she decided to tell Pei Chengzhi not to break the appointment like this. It would be bad if Pei Chengzhi waited for her in the Chenghuang Temple for a day.

She has always disliked writing because she doesn't know how to organize the language.

In fact, she was very envious of the letters written by her mother and father. Both of them wrote letters in written language, without talking about those literary things.But the mother said, they can't write like this, otherwise they will be laughed at.

After thinking for a long time, she finally came up with a few simple sentences:

Chengzhi, thank you for your love, but I have something to do tomorrow, so I won’t be here, let’s try another day.

After writing, she wanted her maid to deliver the letter.

At that time, it was snowing heavily outside the house again. Although the maid had been protecting the letter tightly all the way, she slipped halfway, and the letter paper fell into the snow and got wet.

When Pei Chengzhi received the letter, the ink on it was blurred, and there was a paragraph in the middle that couldn't tell what was written.

But despite this, Pei Chengzhi decided to go to Chenghuang Temple and so on.

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On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, it snowed heavily again.

But the Town God's Temple on the outskirts of the city was still crowded with people.

There is a centuries-old tree outside the Town God's Temple. This tree must have been struck by lightning and split in two. The two halves are intertwined with each other, like a loving couple.

Therefore, this tree is also known as the lover tree.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, many men and women will come here to worship the lover tree, and some men and women who admire each other will come here to express their love.

Pei Chengzhi is also here.

It was half an hour before noon, and he was waiting here.

He always likes to be quiet, and when he came here, he stopped under the tree and stood upright.

The fine snow was flying, so everyone was moving, but he was the only one who was still. In the middle, his bookboy brought an oil-paper umbrella for him to support, but he refused.

He was worried that when that person came, he would not be able to see him because of the oil-paper umbrella.

However, noon passed, a quarter of noon passed, and a quarter of noon passed... Pei Chengzhi still couldn't wait for the red figure to appear.

The snow fell harder and harder, and the book boy had no choice but to hold up the umbrella for him on his own initiative.

Because the weather was too cold, the people outside the Chenghuang Temple gradually dispersed, and then there were only a few people left.

"Master, let's go back," the book boy was already shivering from the cold, his lips were black from the cold.

Although Pei Chengzhi is strong and strong, he is not much better. He seems to have become as cold as the wind and snow here.

"Master..."

"Don't wait, let's go!"

After a long time, Pei Chengzhi finally spoke and decided to go back.

When he took a step, he realized that his legs and feet were frozen.

But what was colder than his feet was his heart.

When he walked quickly to the carriage, he looked back at the lover tree. In the wind and snow, the lover tree had been covered with a thick layer of snow, and the heavy snow buried the incense offered by the young people on the ground.

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(End of this chapter)