[Xue Xiao colleagues] Spring is late

From summer to winter, there are only two seasons in rotation, but it seems to be worth the length of all the years in the previous life and the next life. Xiao Xingchen has never had any news since he left Baixue Pavilion, and Song Lan contacted him countless times during his recovery. After getting the slightest response, I finally couldn't help but go to Jinlin Terrace when Lanling was covered by heavy snow.

The Jin family's wealth is the second, and no one dares to be the first. I don't know what method is used to raise it. The Venus Snow Waves are as blooming as in spring.When Song Lan saw Xue Yang, he just came back from the outside. He was slowly brushing off the heavy snow on his shoulders. The black cloak was rolled with snow-white fringe, and half-melted transparent snow particles were stained on it.

The bright and flamboyant young man was much calmer than usual, and he was never surprised when he saw Song Lan. He poured hot water and held it in his hand, blowing the hot air and asked, "Are you here as a guest?"

Song Lan inexplicably felt that he had changed a lot, but because he was not good at words, he didn't ask any more questions. He just frowned slightly and asked, "There is no news about Xingchen for half a year, do you know where he is?"

Xue Yang seemed to have known the reason for his visit, holding the cup with no expression on his face, Xiao Xingchen seemed to be silenced by the entire Jinlin Tower, except that Mo Xuanyu gave him a puppet of Xiao Xingchen at the end of Xia , No one mentioned this name in front of him afterwards.

He was a little stunned and a little dazed, thinking that only half a year had passed, and the time was so long, he always thought that most of his life had passed, then he shook his head lightly and said: "You don't even know, how can I know where he is?" .”

When Song Lan heard that he didn't know, she immediately looked worried: "I've tried to find him many times, but he didn't respond to his calls. I'm always afraid that something might happen to him."

The finger that was caressing the cup froze for a moment, and the lid knocked against the wall of the cup with a 'ding' sound. Xue Yang picked up the cup and put it on the table, stood up and said, "He is very skilled in martial arts, and he has never offended anyone. That weasel spirit is dead. As long as he doesn't meddle in the messy business, how can something happen."

Song Lan was still worried: "It's not like you don't know his temperament, so how could you not care about it?"

Xue Yang glanced at him and said, "Aren't you the same as him? Otherwise, how could you become close friends, meddling in other people's business, isn't that what you self-proclaimed decent, upright gentlemen always love to do? There is nothing to worry about. "

"Xue Yang." Song Lan asked in confusion, "What's going on between you two? Aren't you and Xingchen always on good terms?"

Xue Yang smiled lightly and waved his hands: "How is it possible, I am a rascal, how could I befriend decent people like you, it's just that there was a little shallow friendship in the past, so we have some intersections." He turned around and pushed away At the window, two birds that are not afraid of the cold are jumping back and forth on the snow-covered branches. The snow foam falls to the outside of the window sill along with the wind. Xue Yang stretched out his hand to lick the snow. The biting cold feeling hit his heart, and he turned his head and said : "Song Daochang please go back."

Song Lan refused, staring at his back persistently and said: "You and Xingchen...the relationship between you is no longer superficial, you and him already... have already done that kind of intimate thing, you treat me as me I don’t know? It’s because you left Baixue Pavilion without saying goodbye, so he never heard from him again. You really don’t care? You don’t want to know where he is? You’re blaming him for not recognizing you and stabbing you, right? But at that time he was already a . ..”

"Song Daoist." Xue Yang quickly interrupted him, "There is nothing between me and him, you must have misunderstood, you can't find anyone with me, since he is concerned about the world, you have to Go to Cangsheng to find it."

"Since it's the world, and since it's all living beings, aren't you among them?"

Xue Yang was leisurely surprised, and it took him a long time to smile and said, "Song Zichen, who is proud of the snow and frost, will also play a scoundrel? Are you determined to let me help you find someone?"

Song Lan nodded and said, "Are you going to help or not? Now that Jinlin Terrace is building watchtowers everywhere, only you can find out his whereabouts."

Now that Xue Yang was in no mood to deal with it, Song Lan lived directly in Jinlin Terrace and waited for the news. He couldn't drive people away, and because he was afraid of the cold, he even tidied up a room in the corpse refinery. , Even running back and forth every day is completely saved.

Song Lan only thought that he was trying to hide from others, so he was both puzzled and surprised, and secretly sighed that Xue Yang pushed him to Jin Guangyao and never showed up again, even Jin Lintai did not return, because he really didn't want to be with Xiao Xingchen again Are you involved?

He lived in Jinlin Terrace for ten days, and was finally invited to Jin Guangyao's Fangfei Palace again in the heavy snow. Jin Guangyao was careful in handling things, and even carefully drew the route map of Xiao Xingchen's place. Xue Yang was very excited. When Chong Chong broke into the house, he happened to hear Jin GuangYao saying an inconspicuous place name.

Before seeing him and hearing his voice, Xue Yang lifted the curtain and raised his voice, "Meng Yao, are you going to Huzhou?" But then the two of them fixed their eyes on him, and Xue Yang realized that this place is Jin Guangyao just found out the place where Xiao Xingchen is staying now.

The excited expression on his face froze for a moment, then he pulled Jin Guangyao's arm as if nothing had happened, and gestured: "It's done, you go and see with me?"

Jin Guangyao naturally knew what he was talking about, and the smile on his face was even deeper, he turned his head and said helplessly, "Daoist Song, I have something to do here, look..."

Didn't Song Lan know what he meant by chasing people away, so she hurriedly got up and said, "I've troubled Xiandu these days, since I've found Xingchen, I'll meet him right away."

Jin Guangyao nodded and said, "Then Daoist Song will go down the mountain with me and Cheng Mei, we both have something to go out, and we just happen to see Daoist off one by one."

The snow outside was still heavy, and the wind was blowing on people from all directions, sobbing like endless crying, the three of them got off the Jinlin Terrace together, and before leaving, Song Lan finally couldn't help but say: "Xue Yang , you really don't want to see him? What are you doing these days? "

Xue Yang took a few steps and turned around sharply. The black cloak drew an arc in the wind. He ignored Song Lan's previous question and sneered, "You really want to know what I do? It's nothing more than some murderers and arsonists." Do you want to take care of it?"

Song Lan's face changed all of a sudden, not knowing why he was moody and unpredictable, before he could open his mouth, Jin Guangyao stepped forward to stop him and said, "Daoist Song, Chengmei is young and has always been open-mouthed, don't listen to his nonsense. , As for Daoist Xiao, it must be that you all punish rape and eliminate evil together is what he thinks in his heart, since Cheng Mei and him have no predestined relationship, you should stop mentioning it."

After he finished speaking, he didn't care what Song Lan thought, and headed north with Xue Yang, he could vaguely hear the two of them discussing something, Xue Yang raised his eyebrows again, and his voice was also somewhat joyful.

Huzhou and Lanling can be counted thousands of miles away. If it weren't for Jin Guangyao's road map, Song Lan would never have even heard of that name. The realm of the North Kingdom is struggling to find an answer that cannot be obtained.

The snow in Huzhou was much heavier than that in Lanling. Even Xiao Xingchen, who had never been afraid of the cold since he was a young cultivator, couldn't bear it. Two layers of winter clothes still couldn't resist the chill that spread from his feet to his whole body.

When Luo Cun opened the door and went in, Xiao Xingchen was leaning against the window looking at the snow, beside him was a pocket snowman, only the size of a finger, but nodded carefully.Luo put down the bundle of firewood on his shoulders, patted off the snow on his clothes and said with a chuckle, "The Taoist priest is so excited, does he like snowmen too? I'll make you a big one."

"Little friend, I..." Xiao Xingchen stopped in the middle of the sentence, and suddenly came back to his senses. The young man in front of him was dressed in gray and was of medium height with a simple and honest face. He was the one he had rescued from outside the city not long ago.

His heart was dry, and he realized that he was thinking more and more about the past recently, especially after the heavy snowfall in Huzhou, the surroundings were empty and silent, very much like the deserted Yizhuang where he lived in his previous life.

He thought of the heavy snow in Yicheng, of the little friend's hand stretched into his arms in the heavy snow, of how under the heavy snow, it seemed that they were the only two left in the sky and the earth, and thought of many, many things, everything was him and the little friend, Xue Yang is in every memory.

It turned out that what he wanted to escape unknowingly had already been unable to escape.

While he was in such a daze, Luo Cun had already lit the fire, and asked with a smile: "The Taoist priest has a lot of thoughts recently, but is he homesick?"

Xiao Xingchen was dumbfounded, touched his face and shook his head: "Is it obvious? I'm not homesick."

"What's on the Taoist priest's mind?"

"Not at all." He denied it, but looked at the flames rising higher and higher, and kept thinking of the days when he and Xue Yang were together to keep each other warm. He felt that Huzhou must be too cold and his brain was frozen, that's why it made him cry. He kept thinking wildly.

Luo Cun lit a fire to pick up his wife from the next yard, and went to the yard where Xiao Xingchen lived. When the three of them gathered around a fire to keep out the cold, Luo Cun roasted two more hunting geese, and handed one to Xiao Xingchen. Xiao Xingchen left one for his wife.

Xiao Xingchen waved his hands again and again: "Let's give it to Mrs. Luo, she is pregnant and needs to replenish her body."

Luo Cun and his wife gave way a few times, but Xiao Xingchen refused to take it, so he finally had to accept the things, took his wife's hand and sighed: "The Taoist priest is really righteous, you saved me without saying anything, and gave me money to let me go back to the house again." My wife and I really don't know how to thank you for buying a house."

He was originally from another nearby city, but he offended a big local family because of real estate disputes. His parents and younger sister were killed overnight, while he and his wife escaped because they went out to visit relatives.After he settled his wife, he hid in that family for three days in order to avenge his parents and sister who died unjustly. He tried his best to kill one of the parents who killed his parents. He was accused of being a lunatic and a habitual murderer. When Xiao Xingchen met him, he was being tortured to death by two gangs, half from the big family and the other half from the local officials.

If it wasn't for Xiao Xingchen, he would have died long ago. When he was recuperating for a long time and wanted to seek revenge on his enemy, Xiao Xingchen persuaded him, when is the time for revenge? Under Jiuquan, my sister absolutely does not want him to avenge them with his own life, not to mention that he still has a pregnant wife to take care of.

Luo Cun thought for a long time, and felt that what Xiao Xingchen said was reasonable. Even if he killed the other party again, his parents and sister would not be able to come back. He still had a pregnant wife, so he could not let his wife and children down again. Together, they came to a nearby town, found an inconspicuous place and resettled their home again.

The mountain was blocked by heavy snow and it was difficult to walk. Luo Cun was just an ordinary person with some kung fu. How could Xiao Xingchen make people go hunting on the mountain again and again, and his wife was about to give birth, so he couldn't do without people around him, so Xiao Xingchen Volunteered, took all the things for hunting in the mountains, and only waited for the winter to pass, Luo Cun's wife gave birth to the child safely, and then left Huzhou for other places.

The back mountain was not too far away, and it was much more convenient for Xiao Xingchen to go up the mountain with his sword than ordinary people. Only when he got to the top of the mountain did he realize that the snow on the mountain was thicker, almost buried above his knees.It was not easy to find live animals in the mountains, and he didn't have much experience. He had eaten a lot of game in Yicheng in winter, but Xue Yang went out to get them all.As long as he thinks, muntjacs, pheasants, hares, there are so many of them, and there are all kinds of roasts that don't repeat every day, and Ah Jing will stand in front of the door eagerly waiting for food all winter.

Ah Jing, probably as long as he never meets again, he will always be a carefree person.

He spent a day on the mountain, caught two pheasants and two hares, and picked up a frozen turtledove when he returned. Then he happily carried the prey and put it under the dry firewood cut behind a cave. up the mountain.

Luo Cun's new home is far away from the busy city, with a river behind and a narrow alley in front. It is very quiet and the couple are very satisfied.When Xiao Xingchen arrived at the door, he could still hear the crackling sound of burning dry wood, and the thick smoke rising in the air. The years are quiet and beautiful, there is a home, someone to accompany, and day after day People nostalgic, nostalgic human fireworks.

But he soon smelled an unusual smell in the slightly choking smoke. It was the bright red and rich blood that gradually spread from behind the mottled wooden door to his feet.