Rebirth of the Hidden World's Only Daughter

Chapter 148: A Love at a Glance (2)
Yu Jian was in a daze, and said, "It's nothing!"

As he spoke, he glanced around again, feeling even more strange, except that the yard was a little bigger, but there was nothing special about it, it was just a little unfamiliar.

"where is this place?"

The approaching Huanlan happened to hear it, and couldn't help laughing "Puchi": "Girl, this is the landlord we live in! But, no wonder you don't know, although this courtyard cannot be compared with our palace, it is also very big and complicated. , the girl's yard is in the yard on the left, and this is the backyard! Just now, the girl and Huanzhu went out from the front, so they didn't pass by here! It's late today, and tomorrow morning we will take the girl for a stroll!"

As Huanlan said, she took Yujian's hand with joy: "It's cold outside, let's go back to the house!" After speaking, she gave Huanzhu a look quietly: "Even the general is talking to the prince in front, and Mudi is not here. , hurry up and see if you need any help!"

Huanzhu understood and nodded: "Okay, I'll go there right away, take care of the girl!"

Huanzhu took Linzi away, but there were only two people missing in the courtyard, and it seemed to be quite empty again.

Yujian followed Huanlan along a small corridor and returned to the previous small courtyard.

The bluestone road was almost covered by snowflakes, and against the moonlight, it was like a huge piece of silk being slowly torn apart. The snow was crystal clear, beautiful and flawless!
Huanlan pushed open the door of the room and looked back, only to find that she had stopped and was standing under the eaves, watching the heavy snow, her back was cold.

There is a bright light under the eaves, and she stands there seemingly motionless, her eyes are only looking into the distance, watching the snowflakes falling from the sky, watching the moonlight sprinkle the snow, watching the bamboos being frozen into frost, the roof, the eaves The corner, the wall, and the flowerbed that I saw in the evening were all snow-colored.

She stretched out her hand, and the snow fell on her palm, very lightly, but it was blown away by the wind before she could take a closer look. She stared blankly, and suddenly asked: "Is this the first snow this year?"

Huanlan stood beside her, tilting her head to look at the fading moonlight: "No, there have been several games before, but it's not as big! But it's so strange that the moon can still be seen on a snowy day..."

"The moon rises in the east, and the snow in the west is indeed very rare. If there is a camera that can take pictures..."

In the middle of speaking, she suddenly chuckled, snowflakes seemed to melt away on the palm of her hand, the cold continued to spread on her body, every place she went, there was an extra sore spot!
Huanlan stood beside her, looking at her pale face, she couldn't bear it, reached out to pull her hand back, and hid it in the coat: "Girl, it's cold here, let's go in!"

"No, I still want to watch it for a while!" She was still facing the blankness, not moving, and said: "Go down and rest first, I want to be alone! Don't worry about me!"

There was only the rustling of the wind at night, and she didn't know when Huanlan left.

In front of me, the lonely and continuous eaves are covered with snow, layer after layer, covering up a lot of melancholy, leaving behind the nostalgia of this place.

In the cold winter months, it is another year, and the cold days are counting nine times, and the end of the year is approaching. How to solve the knot of reunion this year?

The long and wonderful sound of the flute sounded, coming from a very far away place, gradually approaching, shuttling through the wind and snow, circling around the beams of the house, the vast land, and the rolling red dust. In this situation, there is only a feeling of "I don't know the palace in the sky, tonight What year is it?" The feeling.

The man in plain black clothes, the flawless and transparent jade flute, the clear eyebrows, and the flying snowflakes, are like a beautiful short phrase, full of depth, indifference, affection, and melancholy. An indescribable authenticity!
The lingering sound gradually dissipated, and as the heavy snow covered the footprints behind him, he had already stood in front of her, the corners of his mouth raised in a beautiful arc, and all the affection in his song was piled up in the depths of his eyes, he looked at her and smiled, and finally spoke Called out her name.

"Jane!"

(End of this chapter)