After rebirth, she became the favorite of the powerful minister.

It was snowing in Zhixuan Mountain as well.

But Yuan Ge doesn't like snow.

Yuan Qi was born with a disease that had been on and off for many years. The most difficult time for him was when it snowed in winter. It was still okay when he was a child. When he was in good health, he could accompany her to build a snowman, or hold her fur coat and watch her play in the porch. But in recent years, his health has become worse and worse. Sometimes he can't get out of bed for days. Yuan Ge was fed up with the extremely long winter in Zhixuan Mountain and the continuous heavy snow in his memory.

It was not until she came to Shengjing City that she realized that the winter in Zhixuan Mountain was actually much shorter than here.

Just watching Yuan Qi suffer during those years, she felt the suffering as well. In her impression, the originally short winter was filled with endless suffering and coldness. Now thinking about it, it has been many years since she has really appreciated the snow scenery.

Yuan Ge slowly raised her hand, and snowflakes fell on her palm, melting away after a slight chill.

Yuan Ge looked at the small water droplets left on his palm, tilted his head to look at Song Wenyuan, his eyebrows were soft and he smiled softly, "Song Wenyuan, let's make a snowman?"

The little girl was in a rare mood, and Song Wenyuan didn't want to disappoint her. It was just snowing, so how could he build a snowman? He stood beside Yuan Ge, raised his hand and the snowflakes fell on his fingertips and melted. He put the drop of water on her forehead, frowned and smiled, "Okay, wait for the snow to fall for a while, and I'll help you build a big snowman."

"Okay." Yuan Ge looked up at the gloomy sky and said ok gently. After a while, he called softly, "Song Wenyuan."

"Ah."

Yuan Ge looked at Song Wenyuan beside her. This man was always like this to her, not saying much, but always there. He was strong, but never aggressive, just saying "hmm" again and again, gently, patiently, and tolerantly.

She lowered her eyebrows and smiled softly, "Song Wenyuan, I actually don't like snowy days. What's so good about snow? It's so cold, and it makes you wet when it falls on you... The snowflakes melt easily, and I don't like fleeting things."

Song Wenyuan just tilted his head to look at her without saying anything. The little girl's mood today was very strange. She didn't seem to be happy about finding her uncle, but seemed to be holding back something. If you want to say it was strange... it should be that she had been a little strange since she came back from the Wen family. I think it was related to the former wife of the Wen family. The death of the former wife is still in doubt, but everyone tacitly kept silent about it. They didn't mention it, and they couldn't mention it... But, after all, this was just a family affair of the Wen family. Qian Qian didn't mention it, and he didn't dare to ask actively. He just asked in a low voice, "Then what do you like?"

Unexpectedly, Yuan Ge lowered her head and took his hand, slowly intertwining their fingers, then looked over with a slightly curved eyebrow, "I don't seem to have anything I particularly like, nor am I obsessed with getting it. I learned poison and martial arts in order not to be bullied, and I learned medicine in order to cure diseases. I seem to live more freely than anyone else, but also more boring than anyone else..." She was talking about herself, not Wen Qian.

This seemed to be the first time she was speaking about herself as herself.

If you put yourself in Wen Qian's shoes, these words would definitely sound strange.

Song Wenyuan's eyes moved from their intertwined fingertips to Yuan Ge's face. The little girl tilted her head back and watched the snowflakes falling, as if looking through them to a more distant place, the end of time and space. Song Wenyuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and then dropped them almost invisibly, as if he had once again chosen to ignore the thoughts that had popped up more and more frequently these days. He looked at Yuan Ge more tenderly and said softly, "It doesn't matter. Life is long. We have a lot of time to find what you really like and what you are really persistent about. I will accompany you."

Yuan Ge did not look back. He just held the five fingers of the person beside him and looked at the snow scene in front of him, calling him softly, "Song Wenyuan... My father has never written to Yuan Ge. He never even knew that I can treat diseases and poisons."

The intertwined fingertips moved slightly, and Song Wenyuan understood, "You... saw it?"

"Yeah, I saw it."

Song Wenyuan was never on guard against her. She could go wherever he was at any time and look through his things at any time. That day, she was writing in the corridor, and when the wind started to blow, she went to his room to find a paperweight. There was no paperweight on the table, so she casually flipped through the drawer and saw the letters on the top. When her eyes were shifted, she just passed by the words "Miss Zhixuanshan Yuan"... In the end, she forgot to take the paperweight and was no longer in the mood to write anything.

"Everyone says that my personality has changed drastically. Tong Wanzhen has repeatedly forced me to prove that I am Wen Qian... Song Wenyuan, don't you have anything to ask me?" The snow is so beautiful, so beautiful that it is bewitching, and there is a kind of lively silence.

A thin layer of snow soon accumulated on the ground.

Song Wenyuan chuckled softly, raised his hand to brush away the snow in her hair, and then slowly said, "What do I want to ask you? Why do you know medicine? Didn't you say it was to cure diseases? Why do you know how to make poison? Didn't you say that too? Or why did your personality change so drastically? So what if you changed? No matter what you can do or what you look like, you are my wife. I have already said it before. If you want to talk, I will listen. If you don't want to talk, I won't ask you."

...I don’t dare to ask. Recently, I am more and more afraid to touch these things.

He was like a coward, knowing clearly that the truth of everything was behind the mist, and he could see it if he walked over, but he... didn't want to. He was afraid that everything was just a mirage, he was afraid that everything was just Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly... It didn't matter if it was Zhuang Zhou or a butterfly, as long as he didn't wake up, it didn't matter.

A fine layer of sweat formed on the palms of the clasped hands, and the temperature of the palms gradually dropped.

But no one took their hands out to wipe them. They just stood side by side in the corridor, watching the falling snow and Wen Xiaobai who had run into the snow to play.

After a while, Yuan Ge pursed his lips and said as if he had made up his mind, "Song Wenyuan... wait until New Year's Eve, and we will stay up together." Then, I will tell you everything, and as for whether I stay or go, it is up to you to decide.

"it is good."

Two people and a dog, the snow is beautiful. It would be even better if there was a babbling child in the yard. Not too many, just one, preferably a girl who looks very much like her. In this way, it would make up for the regret that he did not grow up with her - Song Wenyuan curled the corners of his mouth with a gentle smile.

"After the New Year, our little girl will be seventeen years old... She will be a big girl now. Have you thought about what gift you want?"

Yuan Ge shook her head slightly. After the New Year, she would be nineteen.

"Then think about it carefully during this time."

"Okay." Yuan Ge was a little bored. His grandfather always gave out red envelopes for the New Year, and Yuan Qi gave them in different ways every year. Most of them were things with excellent meanings and good luck. But now it seems that there are really no gods in this world to fulfill the beautiful dreams of mortals.