Iceberg beauty lifts her head

It was Yao Qiyun who stepped forward and opened Yao Qiyun's palm, and examined it carefully against the snowy light: "Let me see if the wound was pierced by sawdust."

"No." Yao Qiyun hurriedly withdrew his hand, as if hiding something: "Sorry..."

The corners of Feng Chengyu's eyes twitched. It was the creaking sound of the window frame where the iron pins had been shaken somewhere. The fine sandalwood boards fell apart for the first time, and the fine snow wrapped in frosty air immediately poured into the room, freezing him all over. Shivering.

From the gate of the city, Liu Du looked extremely gloomy.

Yao Qiyun and Feng Chengyu walked side by side silently.

They are almost the only ones left on the spacious city roads. In Nuoda’s town, it seems to be just a bustling empty shell. The snow is beginning to fall on the street, but the doors and windows of every house are closed tightly, and many copper rings still hang a tree. The white chrysanthemum is almost integrated with the white snow, reflecting the holy breath of death.

There was a sneezing sound next to him, Yao Qiyun undressed and put it on for him, and continued to walk forward.

Not far away, the sound of the suona sounded, accompanied by a rising cry, which made people feel heartbroken.

After a while, a funeral procession came across the street. There were about a dozen darkly painted coffins decorated with mournful white flowers.

The coffin is made of flammable oak, neat and exquisite in workmanship, but its volume is less than half the size of an adult. It seems that several generations have lost their children in their old age.

Most of the family members of the people in mourning clothes have frost-stained temples, old tears are desolate, and their eyes are full of sadness.

The funeral band wailed sadly, and what they performed was actually more than a dozen tragedies for a white-haired man to a black-haired man!

Yao Qiyun walked slowly past the funeral procession, so sad that both of them felt as if they were there.

The wind sandwiched the snow seeds, rippling the coldness of winter frost, and the cold air pierced the bones, which made the coldness in people's hearts roar out.

Even Yao Qiyun, who doesn't know what the cold is, can't help shivering, a slight chill seeps out from the bones, like a wet and cold snake crawling, wherever it goes, it arouses a shiver in the scalp.

Accompanied by the wailing that shook from her throat, the bereaved woman covered her face and turned to the sky, weeping and fainting on the coffin board.

These women are skinny and haggard, and the cheekbones that were as thin as skeletons before falling to the ground highlight her deep despair and grief.

In the dry eyes, the pupil was like a withered white chrysanthemum, cloudy and dim, full of confusion and fear.

38. Chapter 38

Yao Qiyun picked up a white flower on the ground, and the cold wind blew, and a faint withered smell wafted away.

The white petals are layered and complicated, like a melting ice crystal, falling into the invisible in the snow.

Yao Qiyun looked back at the funeral procession going away, but he couldn't see the distant view clearly through the snow curtain.

The passing of life is always so silent, and people's bones will be buried deep in the snow without people noticing——

The small corpse, the bones have not yet fully grown, life has come to an abrupt end, separated from parents, Yin and Yang, and can only be accompanied by dust from then on.

Dozens of such young children, yearning for hope like children in distress outside Los Angeles, why did they die in groups?

At this moment, even Yao Qiyun's heart was as clear as a mirror, and he couldn't help feeling regret and confusion.

He didn't come forward to offer condolences.He came from Yaomen in the far west, and his teacher taught him to care about the common people in the world, worry about the worries of the people, and worry about the worries of the people.

But many times, he chose to be silent, like a Buddha statue with drooping eyes, watching the pain of others with cold eyes.

Because the soft voice comforts the suffering of the weak, it is better to face the perpetrator and directly eradicate the root of the suffering.

Is this still indifference?He couldn't draw a conclusion.He is not good at expressing his emotions, is it really impersonal?

Isn't the expressionless look scary?Although that was not his original intention, he just felt that it was easy for others to see through their emotions, especially in combat, so it was easy for people to catch them.

This is a big taboo for martial arts practitioners, but his heart, which is like water, seems to have been broken in a few months.

In the beginning, it was probably because of the fiery red, so dazzling, hot and gentle when touched, his emotions were always calm, and he didn't know when he started, he was always easily affected. others affect.

Can this be done?

Yao Qiyun asked himself, but the ice in his heart was gradually melting away.In the boundless snow scene, the burial snow was freezing everything, but the fire hidden deep in his heart was quenching a fiery passion in the iceberg.

Feng Chengyu followed behind him, but kept breathing to keep warm.

Anyone who took the instant train in the windowless carriage would be so cold that tears flowed everywhere, and now when he speaks, his nasal voice is so heavy that he can't even pronounce the words clearly.But he didn't dare to complain about the instigator.

He remembered the lonely bravery of this man who broke into the devil's cave alone on the deserted road in Xiancheng.It was a kind of all-or-nothing grandeur, even if he knew that he would be doomed, he still wanted to win a chance for the peace and stability of his home country.

It's just that he is a lonely man by nature. When facing the people he wants to help, he walks by indifferently, without making any inquiries and inquiries, only thinking secretly in his heart, and his cold eyes always have a daunting look. perseverance.

If it was me, how many greetings would I give?These trivial things seem to have to be done by myself.

Feng Chengyu's fiery red long coat fluttered and fluttered in the snow, he followed the footsteps, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Yao Qiyun again.

Ahead, a young girl happened to be walking towards her, carrying a bamboo flower basket. The narcissus in the basket looked like freshly fallen snow, pure and holy.

The girl lowered her eyes, her eyes were ethereal, as if washed with water, her eyelashes were covered with a layer of misty water, and her expression was full of joy.

Her gait was full and empty, and she looked like she had just broken up with her lover. She absent-mindedly fiddled with the narrow white petals of the narcissus, not knowing the direction, and almost bumped into the oncoming person:

"Oh! Who!"

The girl hurriedly protected the flower basket, looked up hastily, and saw a young boy standing coldly under the dead tree at the corner.

The embroidered gold white clothes were billowing and flying in the cold wind, which made his character look as elegant as an exiled fairy.

His skin is as white as the snow in early winter, his facial features are sharp, and they are as delicate as ice sculptures, but he is expressionless. At first glance, his expression is as cold as a boundless snow desert covered by ice.

"Yes... I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!" The girl was so frightened that she took a few steps back and wanted to run away with the basket in her hand.

The moment she looked at this young man, she had the illusion that she would be eaten alive by him.

She saw the young man's thin lips parted slightly, as if he was going to ask something, but she felt that a sharp blade would spit out from between his teeth, and even more protecting Narcissus was about to go to the side of the alley in a hurry, but there was a sound beside him. A warm and pleasant voice.

"gorgeous."

The girl was taken aback again, and looked around, only to find a young man standing beside the boy in white.

The bright-colored windbreaker is against the sparkling white snow, showing his flamboyant temperament in the soft light.

The handle of the brown bamboo umbrella set off his five fingers as beautiful as jade, and under the dark green oiled paper umbrella his face was as beautiful as a monster.

The deep pear dimple on the right cheek is smiling, holding a spoonful of the sweetest winter plum wine in the world, full of refreshing sweetness.

The girl recovered from the fright, and the splendor in her eyes flickered several times.

The beauty of this man is enough to make all the stunning women in the world feel ashamed.

She forgot about the cold-faced young man just now, her face flushed slightly: "Beautiful...my narcissus is carefully planted by me, of course it is beautiful."

Feng Chengyu's oil-paper umbrella fell on top of her head, and moved closer to the daffodil: "This flower? It's also as beautiful as heaven and earth..."

The girl pursed her mouth when she heard the words, showing a crying face: "But my husband doesn't appreciate it. No matter how beautiful the country is, what's the use?"

Feng Chengyu raised his eyes, and the warm peach blossom eyes seemed to have magical power flowing, seducing people's soul and soul: "A girl is more beautiful than a flower, even a imperial concubine is three points inferior. I will look at anyone who looks at me." It's pitiful to see that there is a gentleman who is so ignorant of good and bad, and makes the girl so sad."

When he said this, the profile of his face under the paper umbrella was pleasing to the eye, revealing a serious tenderness.

The girl's heart thumped, as if a beat had been missed.

The girl bowed her head shyly, her eyes fixed on the lily flower leaves for a moment: "But if I am really as beautiful as you said, why would Mr. Lang abandon me and run away with other women?"

"That's because he is too inferior and feels that he is not worthy of your beauty."

Feng Chengyu smiled, picked out a pink lily, and gently pinned it in her bun: "The girl is so beautiful, as long as she is a man, she will feel very tempted just by looking at it, and there are even more excellent men who admire you. Well, if the girl wants to hang herself on a tree with a crooked neck, it would be a pity for us single men!"

The girl's pretty face blushed with a bang.

She looked at the man in front of her, her eyelashes moved slightly, showing a trace of ignorant love.

She is a young girl in love, unable to resist Feng Chengyu's light and gentle teasing.

She said coquettishly and timidly, "Then...do you like me?"

Feng Chengyu's peach-blossom eyes are affectionate: "The girl is a beauty, so I naturally like it very much. I'm afraid the girl should not be abrupt."

The girl became more and more shy: "What is the young man's age, what is his last name, and which street and alley does he live in Liudu?"

Feng Chengyu smiled and said, "I will be 28 next year. My surname is Feng and my first name is Cheng Yu. To be honest, I don't live in Liudu area, but I came to the city temporarily from Xiancheng to discuss some business, so I was lucky enough to meet the girl."

When the girl heard that he had just entered the city today, she immediately froze for a moment.

Liudu is surrounded by mountains on all sides, and it has been snowing heavily for dozens of days. What kind of horses and chariots can climb such high mountains and snowy mountains to come to Liudu?

She opened her mouth slightly in surprise, but she heard Feng Chengyu laughing lightly in her ears.

His face was like a spring breeze: "I am not someone with strange powers and gods, but relying on the business relationship between the two cities.