The sick and charming male god of fast transmigration wants to hug

He raised his hand to touch Bai Lin's furry hat, and said softly: "As long as you wake up, no matter how many winters it is, I will wait for you."

Yue Jiu gave Wang Ye a bitter look, and left with a sigh.

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This day, Yin Tingli was woken up by the cold wind, he heard the crackling of the bamboo outside the house from time to time, it must be snowing.

He carefully removed Bai Lin from his arms, got out of bed and rummaged through the cabinets, found several thick quilts and covered them all over Bai Lin's body, and wrapped the corners of the quilts tightly, and put them on again. Put a few pieces of charcoal on the extinguished charcoal fire in the charcoal basin to ignite again.

He looked around and thought there was nothing wrong, then tiptoed out.After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned his head to check whether the doors and windows were closed tightly. After checking, he turned his head three times.

It was really snowing outside, and there was a vast expanse of whiteness between the sky and the earth. The entire Bamboo Mountain was shrouded in silver, forming a small crystal clear world.

The snow here is not as big as the snow in the capital city. The snow here makes him feel calm like water. They fall from the sky to the ground one after another, and then blend into the snow-capped area.

Suddenly interested, he carried his qin into the bamboo pavilion.

Sitting on the futon, I first raised my hand and plucked the strings a few times to tune, and then began to play in harmony with the snowflakes in the sky.

The piece he played was the one he played for Bai Lin at the palace banquet, he played it whenever he had nothing to do, especially when he first came to Zhushan, he played it day and night.

Anyone who understands the qin will be able to hear that every time the qin is played, it has a different artistic conception. In this artistic conception, there is desolation and profoundness, there is emptiness and lingering/lingering, there is enthusiasm and high pitch, and there is also vague and desolate.

This is more of a hope, a hope.He wanted Ah Lin to hear it, and if he heard it, maybe he would see his little guy waking up when he went back later.

Yue Jiu is sleeping soundly in bed at the moment!He suddenly heard the long-lost voice of the prince, which turned his sweet dream into a nightmare. He shivered and woke up from the bed, holding his head in pain and saying: "The prince has started again, using different patterns to torture people!"

Yin Tingli carried Bai Lin out of the house as usual, put him on the rocking chair, and basked in the sun.

The ground in the yard has sprouted, and the weather has begun to warm up.

He looked at Bai Lin's pale and weak face as usual, and asked, "Ah Lin, it's been a year, and you've been in a coma for a year, why aren't you awake?"

A small coffee table was placed in front of Yin Tingli, and beside it was a small stove that was burning vigorously, and a kettle was placed on it, spraying hot air.

He boiled two cups of hot tea with a few strokes of water, held up a cup and handed it to Bai Lin: "Taste it, Yue Jiu said the tea I made is delicious."

Yue Jiu stood aside, and couldn't help slandering in her heart: "It's not that the tea made by the prince is delicious, it's that this tea is hard to find, even if you boil it into coke, it tastes good!"

Seeing that Bai Lin still didn't move, Yin Tingli justified himself, "Forget it, I'm afraid I haven't finished making tea yet, otherwise why would Ah Lin not want to drink it? I'll drink it for you."

He raised his hand and poured it into his mouth, smashed it a few times, and said to himself: "A Lin, this tea..."

Yin Tingli thought about it a few more times, he wanted to say that this tea was not as good as Yue Jiu's, but how could he lose face in front of Ah Lin?