burn snow

Long Ying barely slept last night, but today she met the old postman, Hu Chongshan, and Xie Yan.

Xie Yan is the leader of the Huiwu camp, a local snake in the lower city.

Inside the Feiguang Palace, Longying's position is much higher than him, but in today's troubled times, the imperial court and the old emperor 800 years ago have been wiped out together, but the Feiguang Palace has inherited the dross of the ancient officialdom. Winding around, the water is very deep.

Although Longying's position is high, she is equivalent to an imperial envoy sent from abroad. Xie Yan has a strong self-respect and does not want to buy into him.

When he came down this time, his main task was to clean up this local snake and get rid of a serious worry for the hall master.

Long Ying was quite irritable.

He stayed in Feiguang Palace for five years and was extremely tired.

He thought he would return to Luoshan this year and do what he really wanted to do in an open and honest manner, but suddenly he learned from Da Huzi that Tang Chunkai, the head of the family, was murdered by a traitor and died in Huangquan due to civil strife.

Then later——

Long Ying was almost at a loss.

He was still too young.

Tang Chunkai was his teacher.

The old man taught him how to read and write and how to be a human being. He also used himself as a beacon to stand in front of him and become a lifelong guide for him and countless Huanghuo people.

Now without that lamp, Long Ying felt unspeakably sad.

But not unbearable.

He's used to it.

Perhaps because of the ominous name belt, Long Ying's life was not easy.

Over the years, pain has reassured him, because pain means that everything is as usual, and he is most afraid of the sudden illusion of happiness, just like the thrilling white that appears in front of his eyes every time he takes the "soothing water"——

He has a fascination with and a fear of whiteness.

Sitting in the military tent, Long Ying forced herself not to think about that person.

Hu Chongshan is still locked up in the school yard, he has to think about how to let him go so as not to arouse Xie Yan's suspicion...

—but he couldn't help it.

For some reason today, the agitation in his heart was stronger than every day before, with such a heavy workload, he couldn't suppress the uneasiness in his heart.

Having lived in hallucinations for a long time, his perception is sometimes a little dull. At this moment, he was alone with him, and he actually felt that he smelled a familiar fragrance belatedly, that kind of cold and faint smell like frost and snow...

It is the fragrance of burning snow blooming flowers.

It is also the breath of that person.

...burning snow.

Long Ying is eager to see his flowers.

He suddenly got up, avoiding the eyes and ears of others, and rushed to the "river of the dead" alone.

The flower is his.

The river is his.

The ruined temple is also his.

The moment she entered the wild forest, Long Ying's mood calmed down.

He is like an "addict" who has to take the medicine he craves day and night to be comforted, as if he has returned to the place where his soul belongs.

At this moment, the remnant star array did not change, and Long Ying walked towards the ruined temple with peace of mind.

The noon sun can't penetrate the black mist, but he doesn't feel cold, his heart is inexplicably hot, and the heat gradually spread, almost scorching him.

Long Ying pushed open the temple door.

With a "squeak", the wooden door shook.

He saw a man in the temple.

The man with long hair and white clothes stood under the statue and in front of the flower branches, and looked back at him.

Long Ying was not surprised.

He has "seen" similar scenes too many times, and each time is so real that it is not like a hallucination.

At first, he couldn't help rushing forward, hugging that shadow, and then hugging nothing.

Gradually, the number of times he hugged empty was too much, and he felt fear in his heart. He didn't dare to go any further, and could only watch from afar.

Later, after watching for a long time, he honed his ability to remain calm, regained his peace of mind, and was able to walk up to that person calmly, and even brought a jug of wine, and asked the shadow to have a drink with him.

How could there be such a lunatic in the world?

Fortunately, no one can see, he is very comfortable crazy.

Long Ying approached "that shadow" as usual.

Under the statue, the burning snow is in full bloom.

The fragrance of the flowers was not strong, just like a ray of cold wind that accidentally blew in front of him, with snow in it, so the fragrance of the flowers was tinged with the smell of snowflakes, it was cold and dusty, like a dream.

Long Ying is an idiot intoxicated in dreams.

He felt an unprecedented satisfaction, even though he knew full well that this satisfaction was as short-lived as a ray of wind, fleeting.

Long Ying walked to "that shadow".

Suddenly, the man came back to life for some reason, and called him, "Long Ying? Is that you?"

"..."

Long Ying froze for a moment, a little confused.

When the old man met, Jiang Baizhou felt joyful, and said softly: "It really is you, I didn't recognize you today, you have grown up, and you have changed so much."

Long Ying didn't move at all, his excessive sluggishness made him look almost cold.

Fortunately, Jiang Baizhou was not sensitive to the ways of the world, and he didn't feel treated coldly. He just felt that he was as stupid as before. Looking at it this way, he didn't change too much.

Long Ying stood stupidly like a sculpture, Jiang Baizhou had no choice but to hold his hand himself.

After blowing in the cold wind for so long, Jiang Baizhou's fingers felt slightly cold, but they were hotter than Long Ying's.The moment the heat attached to the skin, Long Ying's whole body trembled, her pupils constricted, and she glanced at Jiang Baizhou as if she had just woken up from a dream.

Jiang Baizhou wondered, "What's the matter with you?"

"..." Long Ying's throat was dry, and she said shyly, "You—"

"What's wrong with me?" Jiang Baizhou laughed softly, "I haven't seen you for six years, you don't know me anymore? I'm the one who saved you back then... Well, your brother Zhou, do you remember?"

They were very close, Long Ying lowered her head, hid her flustered expression, and said hoarsely: "...I remember."

Jiang Baizhou regarded him as shy, seeing his dull appearance, isn't he still the same "little dumb" back then?It makes people feel very kind.

But from a disgraced little gourd to a beautiful big gourd.

Jiang Baizhou had an interesting heart, and he treated him like a child, and stroked Longying's temple hair disproportionately: "Why don't you look up? And don't call me, huh?"

Long Ying swallowed tears that could almost drown her, raised her face as if nothing had happened, and obediently called "Brother Zhou".

Jiang Baizhou was just joking with him, but Long Ying didn't show any joy on his face, instead he was reluctant, as if holding back something.

What's wrong?Is he unhappy?

Jiang Baizhou, a dull outsider, finally realized belatedly that he seemed to be a little out of touch, and a little awkwardness surged up in his heart, and he said, "I just happened to have nowhere to go here, why don't I go to you?" "I couldn't say it out, and I was suspected of repaying my kindness.

Jiang Baizhou was not good at dealing with people, so he was also stunned.

In a ruined temple, the two looked at each other speechlessly.

The broken statue watched them silently, and the stone sculpture had a gentle smile on its face, very Zen-like.

Jiang Baizhou has a broad heart, and he doesn't care after all.

It's okay if you don't go to Long Ying, why should you suffer for others?Perhaps it was because Long Ying already had a family and it was inconvenient to take him in, so she was indifferent and tried to give him "hints".Or there are other difficulties, in short, I can't afford him as a "distant relative".

Jiang Baizhou realized it, and said very decently: "I'm here to deal with some private matters, and I won't be here soon."

He looked down at the flowers on the ground, "But there is something I have to tell you clearly, Long Ying."

"what's up?"

"This flower...I have to take it away."

Long Ying's face changed, and Jiang Baizhou also felt that he was too tyrannical. Although the burning snow was a thing of the endless sea, he had already given it to Long Ying. He had been raising it for so many years. What's the difference?

Jiang Baizhou changed his words: "It's fine if you don't take it away, but you can't continue to keep it."

"What does 'can't continue' mean?"

"Pick it off and let it wither."

"..."

Long Ying's face turned pale, her breathing almost stopped, and it took her a long time to say: "But it...you gave it to me."

Jiang Baizhou suddenly found himself in trouble.

He has never done such an unreasonable thing, stretching out his hand to ask for something in return is not what a gentleman does.

If he had known that Long Ying could support this flower seed, he would not have given it away so easily.This is his fault, and he has to make up for it, otherwise it may bring unexpected disasters to the endless sea.

After his master died, the heavy responsibility of guarding the endless sea fell on his shoulders.

"Otherwise, I'll trade you for something else? What do you want?" Jiang Baizhou knew he was wrong, and his voice was low and gentle, almost coaxing.

But Longying's stiff expression didn't ease in the slightest, she said stubbornly: "No, I only want it."

Jiang Baizhou: "..."

The joy of reuniting old friends disappeared, and the atmosphere became weird.

If Jiang Baizhou wanted to take it, Long Ying couldn't stop him.But asking for it is already rude, wouldn't it be even more excessive to grab it?

Jiang Baizhou was at a loss for words for a moment, Long Ying looked at him, had been looking at him all the time, there was an indescribable sadness in his eyes, and suddenly said: "Brother Zhou, I thought you were lying to me."

Jiang Baizhou looked over.

Long Ying said: "Six years ago, you said that we would meet each other on the day when the snow was in full bloom. I know you said this to coax me, but I still have a chance to wait for the flowers to bloom every year. Two days ago, It finally bloomed, I was ecstatic, and I watched the flowers all night, but you didn't show up."

"..."

"I thought you wouldn't show up again."

Long Ying saw the surprise on Jiang Baizhou's face.

He couldn't help thinking, why was Brother Zhou so surprised?Is it for the flowers that bloom once every six years, or for his waiting?

"I've been waiting for you." Long Ying plucked up her courage and took the initiative to hold Jiang Baizhou's hand, "Please don't... don't take it away, and don't hate me."