It turns out that you are undefeated in the East

It snowed heavily in the middle of winter overnight, and the world was vast and vast.Mo Wuming pushed open the door in a daze, and the dazzling whiteness rushed into his eyes, and he subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes.

He stood in front of the door for a long time, with half of his body hidden in the darkness and half exposed to the light.

The snow fell silently and heavily last night. Looking up and looking around, the snow is so pure and pure. The small rented courtyard seems to be covered with a thick cotton blanket, white and soft, but——where is the road?

Mo Wuming rubbed his hands, put on his mink fur cap and walked out of the room bravely.He added firewood to the kang stove and heated hot water.One foot deep and one foot shallow, out of the house.

It's really cold, no wonder there are few people on the street in winter, and only the kang can stay in this kind of weather for a long time.The place where they live is adjacent to the market here, and they turned a lane, and finally there were more people and smoke.

It was still early, and only a few shops were working hard, so he entered an early shop against the bitter cold wind.

The felt cloth on both sides of the door blocked the room tightly, someone opened the curtain and entered, the back of the person sitting at the door felt cold for a moment, and immediately turned to look back.

Mo Wuming raised the corners of his mouth to the man with a sinister face and nodded politely. The man looked him up and down with the slanted animal skin for a moment, curled his lips and turned back.

This is a Jurchen man with a rough appearance and a strong body. He is wearing a brocade cotton robe that is rarely seen here and wrapped in bright tiger skin. He must be a wealthy family.

At this time, he was talking to someone with an unhappy face.

The shop is not big, there are only one or two seats left at the entrance, so Mo Wuming could only sit next to him, quietly waiting for his breakfast.

The man spoke in such a loud voice that Jirawala had to speak very fast.The people around also looked over, and then began to discuss in a low voice, and the atmosphere suddenly became cheerful.

It's a pity that they spoke Mongolian, and Mo Wuming couldn't understand.

He sat upright, inadvertently looked at the person, and only nodded with a smile.His posture was so upright, as if he was not sitting in a cramped and noisy restaurant, but in a solemn and dignified school, he was that gentle and prudent teacher.

No one around Jian Er talked to him anymore.

Unnoticed, quiet.Mo Wuming sipped the soup silently, straining his ears to search for the Chinese language that was mixed in. Although the accent was extremely heavy, he could barely distinguish it.He wondered if he wanted to learn Mongolian.

There were still four people in the family, so they didn't stay long, finished eating in a hurry, packed the hot steamed stuffed buns and haggis soup, and he hurried back with them in his arms.

There seems to be sacrificial activities in the New Year here, and the city lord will sing and dance with the tribesmen, and there are shamans who pray to the gods to protect the tribe.I don't know if these outsiders can participate, I really want to join in the fun.

The sky started to snow again, Mo Wuming squinted his eyes against the wind and snow, and hurried back.

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After Mo Wuming got up, the bed was not so warm anymore.Dongfang nestled on the top of the kang, his hands and feet were still cold.The Sunflower Book he practiced turned yang into yin, and yin and yang regenerated together, but it was originally yin and cold.The sun is cool but not hot in summer, but it is too cold in winter.

He turned over and buried his head in the blanket.It's not that they can't stand the cold, people who practice martial arts are more resistant to the three colds and hot summers than others, they are not afraid but they don't like it.

After eating delicacies, who will be patient to eat bran swallowed vegetables, enjoy the heat and warm the bed, the cold and lonely sleep of only one person is too exhausting.There was no one in the room, and the person didn't know how long it would be before he left the house, Dongfang sat up with a blank expression on his face.

He washed with the warm water left behind, sat in front of the makeup mirror and slowly applied moisturizer, only the corners of his mouth slightly pulled down revealed a little bit of unhappiness.

It was still early, and Mo Qing and others outside the door had already got up and were cleaning the snow on the road.

He nodded slightly in response to the greetings of several people, skipped the crowd, and walked straight to the gate of the courtyard.The snow in front of the door had been swept away, and the footprints were messy and dirty. He pursed his lips, raised his breath and rushed back to the front door of the main room, entered the room and closed the door expressionlessly.

Jialiu bumped his shoulders to Mo Qing who was dazed aside, and reminded with a playful smile: "Don't just stare blankly at the door of the master's room in a daze, hurry up, we can eat later."

Mo Wuming wasn't there, so Mo Qing didn't dare to make noise, so he pouted at Xiao Liu and moved aside to clean up.

The yard was quiet, except for the rustling sound of sweeping.Dongfang sat cross-legged on the kang, immersed in the exercises.

Heart method 49 is a big cycle, the vision is from the inside to the outside, the heart is fascinated, accepts all things, the ears are clearer and the name is changed, he hears the silence of the four fields, only the sound of snow falling.

Dongfang closed his hand, and Fu walked out of the room again, snowflakes as big and dense as goose feathers fluttered and fell on his head, shoulders and lightly blinking eyelashes.

The snow is falling more and more.

The winter here is really cold, it feels like it's not air but ice, and the nasal cavity hurts.Mo Wuming lowered his head vigorously, trying in vain to bury his face in the skirt of his clothes, but unfortunately the stand-up collar couldn't cover his entire face, so it was useless.

As he walked with his head muffled, the thick snow made a dense and crisp sound of 'clack clack'.When the storm came, he finally rushed home.

He stomped off the thick layer of snow on his feet in front of the door, and as soon as he raised his head, the door opened with a creak.

He smiled, and stretched out his hand to pat the snow on the shoulder of the person who came.

Some snow fell on Dongfang's eyelashes, and it melted away after a while.Mo Wuming was wearing rough animal skin gloves, which were inconvenient to flick off, so he leaned over and kissed his eyelashes dry.

The two walked towards the main room side by side.

"Why do I get up so early, the winter is long and the nights are long, so I have nothing to worry about and sleep more."

"cold."

"Huh?" Mo Wuming was surprised. The house they lived in was a kang with the top of the kang connected to the stove. He got up early and added new firewood.Dongfang was still sleeping on the kang, and it was still warm when he touched it before leaving.

"Maybe the fire is out. I'll go and have a look. In such a cold day, it's hard to stay here if the kang is not warm. Let's go back to Minglan City next year." No place is as comfortable as the Zhuangzi he spent five years building. .

Dongfang glanced at him, pushed open the door of the main room, and gave a soft 'hmm', "The fire is still alive, you are not here."

Mo Wuming was slightly stunned, then followed him into the room, put down his hands and made breakfast.He took off his heavy fur coat and gloves, and touched his face, revealing Cen Bai's teeth.

"Then I'll sleep with you for a while later."

"Ah."

"Haha," Mo Wuming smacked between his brows before he straightened his back, "Eat some hot food first, I bought some wine from them, and I'll warm it up for you to taste."

He went out and turned to the wing room. Seeing all three of them there, he smiled and handed over the things: "I brought you breakfast, here, and a jug of local wine."

Jialiu cheered, raised his hand to catch the wine bag, and knew that Mr. Mo would not forget them when he went out.

"It's cold, you can burn it. The snow still has some time to fall, just sweep the road out, other things don't matter."

Without saying anything, he patted Mo Qing on the head and went to the kitchen by himself.With a small stove that was convenient for warming wine, he returned to the main room in a short time.

After drinking a glass of wine, it was hot and hot, and the whole person warmed up.He leaned on his cheeks and watched Dongfang eating, the corners of his mouth were raised, his eyes were misty, and he was slightly drunk.

He looked good when he was eating, his eyes were slightly drooping, and his curled eyelashes were distinct.Su Zhi held a bun the size of a fist, but her hands were even whiter.One bite at a time, quiet and moderate, the juice does not leak out.The expressionless look is always somewhat careless, but the speed of eating is extremely fast.

Dongfang felt no pressure when he was staring at him, so he raised his eyelids and glanced at him, pushed the haggis soup to him, and drank the porridge by himself.

It was snowing heavily outside the window, inside the window the two sat and ate, and the crackling sound of the small stove added warmth.The room was very quiet, with only occasional eye contact and a few or two conversations, but the upward arc of the corner of the mouth never went down.

'Green ants new fermented wine, red clay small stove. ①'The beauty of the other is in my hope.The world is sad, time seems to slow down, and the beauty is a mess.

Mo Wuming looked at the man's eyes, which were shining like pearls, and laughed lightly.He changed his hand to rest his chin, and saw that the man wrinkled his nose slightly, looked at the wine in the glass in surprise, raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

"It's so spicy!" Dongfang gulped it down and sighed softly.He had never drunk such a burnt knife, the liquor flowed down the throat, and the hotness suddenly surged up, and Siha let it out.

"It is said that the Jurchens here wear this kind of belts when they go hunting. It can keep out the cold and light the fire."

Mo Wuming straightened up and pulled him up: "Okay, let's sit on the kang and drink, it will get cold after a long time."

There is a blank screen in the room, with a large piece of white cloth in the middle, which is a large embroidery frame.

Dongfang sat on the kang, pinching the needle and practicing swordsmanship, flicking and picking slowly, the silk threads intertwined and danced, and a clear outline of the figure began to appear on the screen.Mo Wuming leaned on the kang table and stared dumbfounded. Is he—has improved again? !

When he stopped, Mo Wuming held his hand and slowly rubbed it to warm it up.

"How is it?" Dongfang's eyes brightened, he closed his eyes, glanced at Mo Wuming who was looking at the screen, the corners of his mouth curled up, "Is it very similar to you?"

Mo Wuming paused in surprise and appreciation, and looked back and forth, very confused.How does this lifelike little daisy look like him?

He secretly looked at Dongfang, which implied that he was yellow and orange all day long, pulling him to do that kind of thing?chrysanthemum!What is he trying to do?

"It's so warm just looking at it, it's so warm to the heart..."

The little joy stopped abruptly, Dongfang frowned, this guy's eyes were so dark that he didn't look like a good person, "Why do you have such eyes?"

Mo Wuming let out a breath and subconsciously patted his chest.Where did he think, Dongfang hadn't been swapped, and he didn't understand these things.

He grinned, turned to the person, hugged him, and said in a correct tone: "It's very beautiful, it's a pity to leave it alone, let's make it into a mask, and when the weather clears, I'll take you to go skiing, huh?"

Dongfang was not diverted from the topic, he frowned motionlessly and looked at Mo Wuming, and said for a while: "What were you thinking just now, what did you hide from me?"

"No way," Mo Wuming hesitated. Before meeting Dongfang, he had no sense of identity with this world at all.Even now, it's impossible for him to forget where he came from, he doesn't want to lie to Dongfang, but——

Facing his scrutinizing gaze, Mo Wuming sat up straight, with a solemn expression on his face: "Do you really want to know?"

Influenced by the other party, Dongfang also straightened his back unconsciously, and his eyes became more serious. He hesitated, but nodded: "En."

"I miss you, why are you so nice? All I think about is me when I show you a picture. It's my luck to meet you."

Mo Wuming suddenly rushed over with a laugh, Dongfang was stunned for a moment, then reacted and snorted.

He caught the person who rushed over, pinched the person's mandible with one hand, exerted force on his hand, and said with a smile on his face: "Are you kidding me?"

"How can you call playing with your own wife?" Mo Wuming ignored the hand on the neck as nothing, and stretched out his face to kiss him, "The time and place are favorable, you have practiced for a long time, let's do some relaxation exercises."

For a moment, the man rubbed his hair against his face like a pug, but Dongfang didn't really use his strength, and the next second he was kissed on the face.With one hand, he moved the kang table to the ground, and with the other hand he protected the person lying on his back.

He lay flat indulgently, rubbing Mo Wuming's head with downcast eyes.He has always known that this person has a secret in his heart, and he waits for him to tell the truth, he thinks there will be a day.

Mo Wuming bit open his lover's skirt, kissed all the way down, his hair was ruffled, he raised his head to meet Dongfang's doting eyes.

He bowed his head again, closed his eyes and kissed the person.In my heart: do you know?I love you, but I don't know how to tell you my biggest secret, but I think I will tell you anyway.

The combination of soul and flesh, tempting endless sinking.The world is frozen by the wind and snow, but this hut is full of spring, full of boiling warmth.

A long kang, the two people embracing each other rolled over the head and tail of the kang, and finally stopped at a corner and stretched freely.Mo Wuming was in a very high mood, he hugged Dongfang with satisfied eyes.

The simplicity and happiness of the old men in the Northeast, their wives and children are hot on the kang, and future generations will not deceive me!

The scenery of the northern country is covered with ice for thousands of miles and snow drifts for thousands of miles.Mo Wuming has never been to the snow mountain, and has never seen such a lonely man.

The flying snow and goose feathers are incomparable. They are obviously light and fluttering, but because of their urgency and denseness, they give people a sense of oppression like black clouds pressing against the city for no reason.

His appointment with the carpenter arrived, but the weather was not good for going out.Mo Wuming felt worried and couldn't help but bumped his head against the door frame.

"What are you doing?" Dongfang noticed that Mo Wuming stood at the door for a long time and hit the wall with a 'frame'. Could it be that he was bored in the room?He has been in the room for a few days, and he is also a little bored.

"Want to go out for a walk?"

Mo Wuming wrapped the man in his cloak, hugged him against the door frame, and sighed to the outside: "How can I go out in this weather."

Not to mention the snow that is still scattered in the sky, but the thick snow falling on the ground, and you can't see your legs when you step on it.If it weren't for the local people's disapproval, he once thought it was a snow disaster.

"You, have you forgotten that you have internal strength and know how to do light work?" Dongfang looked at him with indescribable eyes.

Whenever he thinks that Mo Wuming is gentle and stable, this person will smile and act coquettishly, and if he thinks that he is smart and reliable, this person will be very stupid and dull.

Dongfang didn't say much anymore, and stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his waist, turning his face away: "Where do you want to go, I'll take you."

"Hey, no!" Mo Wuming hurriedly grabbed the person who was eager to try.

He always believes that people should follow the laws of nature in order to live a long and healthy life.But Dongfang has always wanted to go against the sky, and he didn't instill this idea in him.

But you should dress neatly: "Put on your coat too, and the newly made moccasin boots, which are thick and warm, and wear gloves, scarves, and masks. We have the conditions, and we don't need to use our bodies to fight hard. It's not for nothing. suffer."

Dressed neatly, Dongfang frowned and twisted his body. He was too bloated and was not comfortably restrained.He looked at Mo Wuming in embarrassment: "It's too thick."

"Then, take off your bijia."

Finally tidying up, Dongfang put Mo Wuming in his arms with no expression on his face and stood up on the ground, only his shining eyes revealed a bit of joy.

The carpenter's family lived in a narrow alley on the north street of the small town. Dongfang hugged the person face to face to his chest to block the oncoming wind and snow.With his toes on the eaves of the street, he quickly slid through the vertical and horizontal lanes and landed directly at the carpenter's house.

Mo Wuming supported his forehead, and explained to the exclaimed old woman that they were just here to pick up custom-made items, and they were not evil people.

What he wanted were skis, and he had agreed on five pairs in total, and the remaining one would be completed today.He took two pairs, re-established a certificate with the carpenter, and dragged Dongfang out of other people's courtyard in a peaceful manner.

"What is this?" Dongfang held two boards and looked them up and down.

"This is a snowboard. It's fun to play in the snow. I'll teach you how to play."

Mo Wuming enthusiastically introduced and demonstrated: "Bend the waist and legs, the center of gravity falls on the arch of the foot, and gently support it with a ski pole..."

He demonstrated a flat ski, and then introduced to people: "If you fall, you can get up like this. The ski is perpendicular to the ground, and you put your hands on your hips. Then," before he finished speaking, a shadow floated past his eyes, knocking Ba's ending sound was scattered in the wind and snow, "Get up, get up."

He has the lowest level of force, so he doesn't worry about this person's safety, but are people with martial arts so against the sky?Mo Wuming sat on the ground and couldn't get up. He felt that he was too pitiful when he fell all over the place, and his old heart was hit by thousands of points.

Dongfang turned around on the ski poles, and then stopped in front of Mo Wuming again, smiling happily: "It's very interesting, shall we go back by skating?"

He poked the suddenly depressed man with a ski pole: "Why don't you get up? Could it be that you can't get up. I'll teach you, put a ski pole behind your back, and you can get up with just one push. Try it."

"How do you know, you just fell, are you okay?" He didn't pay attention just now, he looked up and down, and there were not many snow marks on his body.

Dongfang shook his head, how could he fall over such a simple matter.

Mo Wuming who read the truth from the eyes of the other party: Well, he is narrow-minded.

The two skating along the way, Mo Wuming behaved well, Dongfang was full of tricks, no longer the usual calm and indifferent.He is like an elf in the snow, too nimble and mischievous.

He left Mo Wuming who was parallel again, slid towards the snowdrift, and took advantage of the momentum to do a backflip.Fu spun in a circle again and came to Mo Wuming's side.

Very good, seeing his movements from the corner of the eye, Mo Wuming told himself to calm down.Focusing on the front, he doesn't want to fall on the big horse in front of his lover at all.

When he got to the house, Mo Wuming took off his skis and knocked on the door.Dongfang Yun stood at the bottom of the steps calmly, with cold eyes and brows. If the long boards on his feet were left behind, he would look like a ethereal fairy.

However, the door opened, and he didn't know how he did it. He suddenly rushed into the yard and stopped in front of the main door.Mo Wuming stopped talking with Mo Qing, looked up, and there were circles left on the snow.

Xiao Liu bluffed, he looked at the things under his master's feet, his eyes were eager to try.

He circled around Mo Qing—the long board in his hand: "Give me a try?"

"No, master." Mo Qing hugged the snowboard tightly in his hand, he was also very excited.

Mo Wuming smiled: "Don't worry, come one by one."

"Get it yourself at the carpenter's house."

A cold voice sounded, and the three people who joined in the fun fell silent for a moment.Dongfang frowned displeased, Mo Wuming was too tolerant and good-tempered towards these people.

Xiao Liu's eyes lit up: "Chengdong carpenter? I'll go right away."

"Take the voucher." Mo Wuming shouted anxiously.Stopping Xiaoliu, Fu slowed down his tone again, "No hurry, everyone has one. There is still a pair that is not ready, go after lunch."

Ignoring it any more, he walked towards the east in two or three steps, leading someone with skis into the house and closing the door.

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Circle 1/2 poems are quoted from the Chinese textbooks and exercise materials of the People's Education Edition. If you have any doubts, you can check them yourself.

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