Snower

It was the winter moon, and the snow was mottled. In a small town like Qingze, there were not many foreigners in the whole winter.

After a few days of heavy snowfall, the firewood stocked in the house was almost exhausted, and the foggy year took advantage of the light of day when the snow stopped for a while, and was going to go out and chop some back.

He was taken aback as soon as he opened the door—a young man in white shrank outside the door.

It was extremely cold outside the house, and Wu Nian felt a little bone-chilling just as he went out, the little boy nestled into a ball, hugged his knees and buried his face trembling slightly, his hair was still covered with a layer of frost and snow, obviously he had been severely frozen.

Although Wu Nian had a cold temperament, he would not just watch others die in front of him, so he hurried forward to investigate.

The boy was frozen in this icy and snowy place for a long time, his body was slightly stiff, and his mind was not so clear.Wu Nian yelled a few times without getting a response, then carried him into the house, let him lie on his side against the stove, and went to the kitchen to boil water and cook ginger soup to dispel the cold.

After a long time, the boy finally woke up.

He slowly sat up and looked at the surrounding environment slowly. His frozen nerves seemed to have not recovered so quickly, and when he saw no one in the room, he buried his face in his knees as if he was not fully awake.

Wu Nian entered the room with ginger soup, saw that the boy had woken up, and finally let go of his heart.

"Come on, drink the ginger soup." He approached and patted the boy on the shoulder.

There was a sudden voice from behind, and the boy trembled as if he had been frightened, then turned around immediately, looking at Nian of the Mist with some helplessness.

With the help of the fire from the stove, Wu Nian finally saw the boy's face clearly, but couldn't help frowning slightly.

At first he thought it was some child who got lost in the wind and snow, but he was impatient just now when it was dark, so he didn't make a careful distinction. Now that he finally saw the boy's appearance clearly, he was a little more unspeakably worried.

This kid is growing up so well.

A small snow-white face with two black and bright peach blossom eyes, a small nose tip slightly turned up, two pink lips with a three-point smile, and a vermilion beauty mole on the center of the brow, with a slender figure, Dressed in a fancy dress, he looks like a young master from a wealthy family. No matter how you look at it, he doesn't fit in with this remote town.

At this moment, because he took a nap by the stove for a while, the boy's cheeks were blushing due to the warmth, and the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows was as bright as drops of blood about to drip.Wu Nian looked at it carefully for a while, and actually saw a bit of charm from the eyes and eyebrows that were warmly illuminated by the fire.

The Fog Year thought of Xueke almost subconsciously.

A snowman is a legendary spirit that finds a human host in the snow for the winter.They are different from other goblins, most of them have extremely beautiful skins, and they never hide the fact that they are monsters, instead relying on their beauty to find hosts to survive the cold winter when everything is dying.

Although Qingze Town is a remote town, it is surrounded by the spirit of Qingze on all sides, and there are many deep mountains for spirits to inhabit. A single goblin can't survive the twelfth lunar month.Some handsome or shape-shifting spirits came to the town from the mountains, praying that humans would take them in through the cold winter, and leave when the snow melted in early spring.

It's just that humans and monsters have different ways, if people and monsters get along day and night, it will inevitably damage the spirit. Those beautiful goblins rely on their appearance to win sympathy, and often do some flesh and blood with their hosts in a courteous manner.After coming and going, these romantic affairs have become an unspeakable custom of Qingze.

To say that the spirits are not completely random when choosing a host.How much they like to choose young and strong single men, firstly, to avoid being disgusted by the host family, and to keep themselves safe through the whole winter; secondly, it is convenient to pass the time of falling snow, which is also an affair for itself.Qingze is a small town with a total of dozens of families. Almost every able-bodied single man has been visited by Xue Ke more than once, and even some families have been knocked on the door.

But in the foggy year, he has a handsome appearance and an extraordinary temperament, but he has never welcomed a snow guest.

He has never liked ghosts, and he is extremely disdainful of this kind of lust. With his temperament, even if he meets Xue Ke, he will refuse to let him in.But every household in the town has been to Man in the Snow, but I have never been short of arms or legs, so it is inevitable that I care a little more.

Therefore, when he saw the boy in front of him, Nian Wu subconsciously had a feeling of "it's finally here".

Now that he welcomes Xue Ke into the door in a daze, it is naturally not out of his original intention.

Wu Nian stuffed the small pottery bowl containing ginger soup into the young man's hand, didn't know what to say for a while, but just watched the young man sip ginger soup indifferently.

Can fairies also drink ginger soup?

I don't know what kind of monster he is, is this good skin real or a painting?

The year of the fog stared at the young man's pale fingers holding the small bowl and his slightly swaying lips, thinking indiscriminately, until his thoughts drifted to some unspeakable places, and he suddenly woke up.

He was secretly annoyed that he was easily confused by the goblin in front of him.

"Are you a goblin?" Nian Wu asked coldly.

The young man's eyes trembled slightly, his face turned pale, and his eyes almost immediately got wet.He put down the half-drinked soup bowl, stood awkwardly with his hands wringed, his eyes dodging around as if he had nowhere to rest, and his body even trembled slightly due to nervousness.

Looking at his pitiful appearance, Wu Nian couldn't bear it, and it was a little funny.

The young man's reaction has already given enough answers. I heard that other snowmen are trying their best to seduce the host. Why does this little fairy cry when it comes up? I just want to confirm my identity, but it seems like I have bullied him.But when he thought that the good-looking person in front of him might be a spirit who made a living by charming human beings, his heart became cold again.

He looked at the boy's trembling eyelashes expressionlessly, waiting quietly for an answer.

"Yes..." After a long time, the young man replied in a youthful voice, as if he was waiting for a trial, he looked at the Nian of the Mist uneasily through his tears.

really.

Everything was as he expected, but he was a little disappointed for some reason.

Seeing that the face of the foggy year was getting colder, the young man became more and more anxious, and his lips parted several times, as if he was considering whether to say something.

"Do you have a name?" The Fog Year asked again suddenly.

"Yes... Yes!" The young man looked happy, and immediately replied softly, "My name is Yin... Jianyin." After speaking, he looked at Wu Nian with those wet eyes, and blinked.That look seemed to be nervous, but also like anticipation, with a bit of indescribable emotion.

Seeing Jianyin's supple appearance, Wu Nian suddenly became agitated for some reason. He looked away indifferently, walked towards the door, turned his back to Jianyin and said, "After drinking the ginger soup, you..."

He originally wanted to tell this little demon to leave obediently after drinking, and he would not accept Xueke, but he didn't know why he couldn't say it.

The young man was clearly standing behind him, but he seemed to be able to see the tearful eyes and slightly pursed lips of the young man, and even the beauty mole between his eyebrows showed a pitiful look, and the foggy year changed his words in a strange way: " You should have a good rest first." After saying that, he walked out without looking back.