forgetting

The twelfth lunar month is snowing heavily, rustling down.

The sky and the earth are silver and white, with pink makeup and jade, jade and silver decoration.

The heavy snow like goose feathers has been falling for three or four days, and the sun has not been seen for a long time.

The branches of Albizia julienne in the yard made a thin and crisp sound of "Pa-ta--" and were broken by the heavy snow.

Jiuqing sat by the window, looking out.

Wrapped in thick clothes, it was laborious to even move, holding the hand stove that Chu Han entrusted someone to send over in his hand, he simply curled up into a ball and snuggled up under the warm blanket.

Looking out through the window pasted with bright paper, with the weak light, I can't see the outside world vaguely, I only feel a silvery white.

Holding the warm fox fur in his arms, Chuhan walked in through the winter snow.

Shaking the snow off his body, he pushed open the door, "Hula—" made a dull sound.

Jiuqing turned her head and saw that it was Chu Han, she put down the hand stove, moved it with great effort, put on her shoes, and walked towards Chu Han.

The room is warm with charcoal.

"The more winter comes, the more lazy you are." Chu Han smiled, stretched out his hand to unbutton his outer coat, and hung it on the rack.

"You too, such a heavy snow is still coming every day." Jiuqing stretched out his hand, trying to help the snow off Chu Han's hair, but unexpectedly, he couldn't reach it when he stretched out, so he turned down and patted his shoulder lightly of snow.

He took out a handkerchief from his arms and handed it to Chuhan, "Wipe it quickly, the snow will melt in a while, be careful not to catch a cold when you go out."

"It's still Qing'er who loves me." Chu Han smiled, stretched out his hand to rub Jiu Qing's hair, the soft hair was rubbing against his fingertips, the soft feeling touched Chu Han's heart.

Putting down his hands, he handed the fox fur in his arms to Jiuqing, and asked softly, "Didn't I give you two pieces of black fox fur last year? Why didn't you wear them this year? You are so afraid of the cold."

When the fingertips touched the fox fur, they trembled slightly.

The heart-piercing pain spreads from the heart and spreads all over the body, skin and bones, gouging out the heart and dissection, and it is like going back to that day, the pain of tearing the body slowly fades from the memory wake up.

The body trembled slightly.

Chuhan thought it was just coming out of the bed that his body was cold, so he hugged Jiuqing in his arms, and could feel the coldness of Jiuqing's body through the thick clothes.

Biting cold.

It's okay in summer, but it's getting worse in winter.

"Why is it so cold? But the temperature in the room is not enough. I'll ask my servants to add more charcoal for you."

It was warm, Chu Han's body was warm, Jiuqing buried her head in Chu Han's arms.

The pain in her body gradually faded away, everything just now seemed like a dream, her body gradually relaxed, Jiuqing shook her head, "No, it's an old problem."

Chuhan held Jiuqing's hand, her body was icy and cold, her slender body, her small hands were smaller than a girl's, Qing'er was eight years old, but she looked like five or six years old, a few days ago Ri Zai mixed minced meat into Qing'er's diet, but Qing'er just vomited it out after taking a bite.

Holding that small hand, "Qing'er," he called out distressedly.

"En?" Jiuqing looked up.

"Eat more meals on weekdays, you will lose weight again."

The soft voice seemed to melt the heavy snow of Sanjiu, passing through Jiuqing's icy body, melting the layer of ice in his heart, and a sense of warmth surged into his heart.

"Okay." Jiu Qing responded, and buried her head deeply in Chu Han's arms.

Greedy on that warmth.

It would be great if it could always be like this.

Forget the pain of cutting out the heart, forget the pain of tearing, forget Xiao Jue, forget revenge.

Live like this, simply live, with Chu Han.

I don't know how long ago, my wish was like this.

At that time, I was still a fox demon, living in the frozen Wangqing Mountain.

Spring in March, summer in April, autumn in May, and the rest is icy cold winter.

And Xiao Jue whom I met that year.

Everything seems like a mirror image, so unreal.

The immature feelings that quietly took root and sprouted in the bottom of my heart for the first time are as fragile as bubbles, bursting just as soon as I want to touch them.

Just when he was so desperate that he wanted to give up, this person swept across his heart like a spring breeze.

"If there is a destiny, let's meet in the next life."

It's just so sinking, completely sinking.

Meeting the wrong person at the right time and meeting the right person at the wrong time.

Everything was wrong from the beginning.

Why, why the first time I met was not you.

Why not you.

Lingxuan...

Chuhan, why are we one step late.

Heavy snow in winter.

Still falling down one after another, without seeing the sun.

The white snow in the deep winter seems to bury the world.

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