There is snow in the north, and the sea in the south

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[gl Baihe] "There is snow in the north, and the sea in the south" Author: Annan Huaizuo【End】

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"What is snow like?"

"Like the moonlight seen by people walking at night, it is so hazy that people can't find their way home."

"Is it really cold?"

"Because its sun is not around."

"What about the sea?"

"It's the smell when I miss you."

"Why are there waves?"

"Because he has his own worries, someone he wants to see but can't see."

The Hu people went south, and the Han people went north, which seems to be a matter of course, but it is also mixed with such helplessness and bitterness.Barbarians in the north? A country of etiquette? No one, Han Daochang? He was sent to the north of the Great Wall since he was a child, and he saw all the snow in the north.He has the unique heroic, tall and heroic appearance of the Hu people. "I'm sorry, we can't grow food here. I only know that only by fighting can we survive..." Many years later, he said "the sacred order is hard to break", and he swung his troops northward, pressing every step of the way. "Xiyan...look...in the future you...can enjoy the snow in your own country...Xiyan...I can't go to see the sea with you...Xiyan...why can't you love I..." That day, he was covered in blood, but he still tried to smile at him.Fortunately, the twists and turns, the willows are dark and the flowers are bright.Regardless of the sea in the south, the snow in the north, the emperor in the east, or the Tathagata in the west, as long as you want, I will accompany you to the end.

Content tags: Sweet texts with a special liking for the next year

Search keywords: Protagonist: Xiyan, Wushu┃ Supporting role: Wu┃ Others: Sea + Snow

Chapter 1 Tea?

When he was ten years old, he was sent to that city full of yellow sand.As soon as he got out of the car, the leading guards hurriedly greeted the people waiting there, and then led the convoy away.

These people have high noses and deep eyes, and are taller than people in the Central Plains. They wear red, yellow and blue woven colorful robes, and a bright red ribbon is tied around their waists, with tails hanging behind them.

"Young master." They greeted cheerfully, "This is the residence prepared by the leader for you."

They spoke Hu, babble, with a strange tone.

He didn't know why they called him Xiaogongzi, since the word "gongzi" doesn't exist in Hu language.

He saluted them, "Xia Xiyan, I'm new to your country, I'm bothering you so much, please forgive me." When he lowered his head, he saw their pointed boots turned up, which reminded him of the fangs bared by wolves on the grassland , There was a chill.

Those people just looked at him, looking at each other, a little dazed.

Xiyan sneered in his heart, he knew they couldn't understand Chinese, he knew nonsense, and out of a kind of Chinese pride, he didn't want to speak it.

After they left, Xi Yan entered the house, the wind outside was still howling non-stop, the wind here was dry and cold, mixed with gravel, blowing against the window with a rattling sound.

Xiyan licked his dry lips, wanting to drink water.But there is only milk here, exuding the unique fishy sweetness of dairy products, which made him dizzy for a while.

"Young master, the water stored in the summer has been used up." The servant said.

In the next few days, Xiyan lived in extreme torment, the food here was hard to swallow, and the thirst for water overwhelmed all obsessions.

Xiyan had to get up in the dark every day, and collect the dew on the grass leaves drop by drop into the jar before the wind blows the last drop.He shook the jar, and the sound of gurgling water inside reassured him.

He asked the servant for a small pot, found an open space to set it up and started to cook. When bubbles appeared on the surface of the water, he took out the brocade box that he had treasured for a long time from his arms, twisted out some extremely precious tea leaves, sprinkled them into the pot, and watched The water turns from light yellow to deep yellow, and the fragrance of tea fills the nostrils.

"What are you cooking, it smells so good."

The child beside him who didn't know when to appear frightened him.

"Tea, a kind of drink." He explained in nonsense, while looking at the child in front of him, about six or seven years old, wearing the same colorful clothes, pointed boots, and the Northwest Saihong that has been blown by the wind for a long time on his face .

"Tea?" The child became interested. "What is tea? Where does it come from?"

"In the South China Sea to the south of the Central Plains, after the tea gardens produce tea, there is a sea breeze chuigān. The tea there is dedicated to the emperor. I am the tea there." Xi Yan said proudly.

"Sea? What is it?" The child's focus is obviously not on the preciousness of tea.

Xi Yan had no choice but to pick up a wooden branch and draw on the sand, the sea, fishing boats, business travelers, seabirds... The child squatted aside and watched intently.

The water boiled again, Xi Yan quickly dropped the wooden branch, poured the tea into the pot, took out two bowls, and poured a bowl for the two of them.

Having tasted enough, the child put aside the matter of the sea, and excitedly looked at Xi Yan—this person from the distant Central Plains. "My name is Twitch Wushu, what about you?"

"Xiyan."

"Xiyan." He repeated softly, "Your name sounds really nice." Suddenly, he pointed out, "Your clothes are so white, they have no color, so they don't look good."

What Xiyan is wearing today is a crescent-white uniform, embroidered with brocade patterns, which is Xiyan's favorite.

"We Central Plains people don't like overly ostentatious clothing. In the Central Plains, only teens wear colorful clothes." He tried his best to suppress his anger, making his voice still sound gentle.

"Oh, so." Wu Shu was still young, so naturally he didn't understand Xi Yan's hostility.He picked up the bowl again and raised his head to drink it clean.

Xiyan looked at what he was drinking, feeling very anxious in his heart, and he didn't care about the etiquette, so he started to drink in big gulps.

The small half pot of tea was drank up by the two children after a while.

"It's gone..." Wu Shu shook the clay pot, holding the mouth of the pot and peering inside.

"It's good to drink some, I want more." Xiyan snorted softly.

"There's sand in the water."

Xi Yan frowned, thinking, "After drinking, start to pick on me." Out of etiquette, he still didn't show too much annoyance on his face.

"I know where there is clean water." Wu Shu ignored Xi Yan's dissatisfied eyes and continued.

"Where?!" As soon as he heard the water, Xi Yan regained his spirit.

"I'll go get ready first, and I'll take you there tomorrow." Wu Shu left a mysterious smile and ran out cheerfully.

Xiyan felt that it was just the happiest day in this period of time, perhaps because he drank tea from his hometown, or knew that there would be water to drink in the future.

The author has something to say:

A short article, procrastination, attacking in the next year, is about two teenagers cherishing each other, and love each other for a long time. Tea, snow, and the sea have all aroused the two people's imagination and longing for the distant place, and it is also a testimony of the two people's ignorant love. .The writing style is peaceful, the process is slightly nuè, and the ending is super sweet.Because it is a short article, each chapter is relatively short, about one or two thousand words, and there will be an extra episode at the end.Hope you like it.

Chapter 2 You Are So Beautiful

Early the next morning, Xi Yan was woken up by a noise, got up and pushed the door out while half asleep.

Wu Shu led two steeds, and stood in the yard smiling brightly, the horses lowered their heads and rubbed against his cheeks, very affectionately.The wind blew through his hair and blended with his mane, making him look handsome.He threw a leather felt to Xiyan: "Xiyan, it will be cold after wearing this." Actually it's not cold, he just wants to see how Xiyan looks in Hu suit.

Xiyan frowned, but put it on anyway.

The smile in Wu Shu's eyes deepened, he looked at Xi Yan with satisfaction, and raised his finger: "Get on the horse, let's set off."

Xiyan stared at the horse for a while, then shook his head slightly.He could ride a horse, but the horse had no saddle or stirrups, and he wasn't sure he wouldn't fall off.

"No?" Wu Shu asked in surprise, taking five steps in parallel, and easily carried Xi Yan onto the horse, "I'll take you."

Wuyan said the place is Sayan Mountain, which means tall and holy.

"Here we are." Wu Zhu looked at the snow-white mountain top surrounded by clouds and mist, like flocks of sheep scattered in the vast grassland, and the silver crown on the head of a woman in a green dress singing and dancing at the dance banquet, "There it is."