Shuang Xiaohan and Meizi

A few days after the fire, on a cold morning, hexagonal white crystals began to fall from the sky in the middle of the night. grand scene.

Located next to the stables on the right side of the front yard of Qidiao Mansion, Ying Wumei, wearing a white fox cloak, stood beside the selected horse from the Western Regions, and put her luggage on the horse's back.

"Father, do you have to go?" Mo Lun asked reluctantly.

"Yes." Ying Wumei nodded, and finally fixed the luggage.

"Father." Mo Lun stepped forward and pressed his hand, his dark and quiet eyes were full of expectation, "It's been so long, you should also have experienced all kinds of incidents after meeting your father again." I can see my father's intentions. Back then, he agreed to marry his mother because he wanted to get the position of head of the Lacquer Mansion, and he wanted to have enough strength to protect you..."

"Mo Lun." Ying Wumei interrupted him lightly, stared at her son's anxious face, and smiled softly, "You don't need to say these things, I understand everything."

How could he not know about Ming's deep affection.It's just that it's not Ming's reason this time, what he wants to escape is himself! !

"Then why do you want to leave?" Mo Lun didn't understand. Since he knew his father's affection, why did his father leave.

"Mo Lun, if I had trusted your father a little more back then, I should have understood that what he said that day meant that he hoped that I would wait for him, wait for him to come back and explain, instead of letting me disappear." Ying Wumei stared at the distant sky And the falling snowflakes looked calm.

"..." Mo Lun frowned for a moment, unable to understand the meaning of his words for a while.

Seeing her son's confusion, Ying Wumei smiled.

Although Qin Ling had done many evil things, in the end, he still had to thank her. It was her last words that woke him up.For a long time, he has always harbored resentment towards Ming, resentment that he swore to protect him but let him suffer harm, resentment that he deliberately neglected him back then, which made his life in Lacquer Diao Mansion even more difficult, and he always felt that it was Ming who betrayed this responsibility. emotion.

But Qin Ling's words struck his heart like a thunder.

'He doesn't trust him. '

yes!If he could have believed more at the beginning, he would never have been instigated by a stranger's few words and foolishly committed suicide.Ming has always said that he understands himself deeply, he really understands him very well, he has seen through everything about himself, and he carefully excused himself that night, not wanting him to blame himself.

This indifferent but affectionate man is the one who has always been loyal in this relationship. He is the one who betrayed this relationship and his oath.He once promised to trust him, promised to never leave, and firmly believed that they understood each other, but in the end, he listened to other people's slander and misunderstood him.

So he left this time for himself. At this moment, he still doesn't know how to face his still deep affection.

"Then when will father come back from going out this time?" Morun asked aloud as he watched him lost in thought.

Ying Wumei narrowed her eyes and said, "I've always heard that the snow scene in Fengzhou is beautiful. It's in the south, and it's not easy to snow. I want to go and see this time." After speaking, he got on his horse.

"Father." Mo Lun pulled the rein, "You haven't said when you'll be back." With a reluctance in his eyes, he was afraid that his father, whom he had been looking forward to for more than 20 years, would never return.

"Don't worry, I'm not running away or hiding this time. When I return, I will come back." When he can forget that memory and know how to trust, he will come back.

"But where is my father..." Morun looked embarrassed, worried how sad it would be if his father woke up and found that his father was gone.

"Just tell him what I just said." If he really understood him, he would understand.

"Yes." Mo Lun had no choice but to let go of the rein.

Ying Wumei looked at the obvious reluctance in her son's eyes, and smiled softly, "Take care of yourself."

"It's the same with Daddy."

"En." He nodded, pulled the reins, and steered his horse towards the outside of the city while taking advantage of the light snow in the morning.

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An early winter snow paved the official road in the forest into a white satin, and the horse galloped on it, and the horse's hoof stepped on the snow and made a "creaking" sound.After exiting the city gate, she slowed down, Ying Wumei plucked the reins, and the horse she was sitting on sat down, as if she was extremely unwilling to the speed that insulted its name, white smoke was whirring from its nostrils.

Suddenly, there was a sound of galloping horseshoes coming from behind, Ying Wumei immediately stopped her horse and turned her head, watching a maroon horse gallop past, and the stranger on the horse just glanced at her and continued on her way. distance.

He turned around and rode his horse to continue on, his lowered eyelids concealed a trace of disappointment, and he couldn't help sighing quietly.

What are you hoping for?Still looking forward to?I still can't fully understand, but I hope that he can really understand me, understand the hints in his words, and hope that he can remember the promise he promised to swim many years ago.

With a mocking smile, he pulled the rein, and let the famous horse sit down and show off its majestic posture, which was stuffy and unable to show its strengths, and galloped towards the front...

§§§§§

"Guest officer, do you want to stay at the hotel?"

Fortunately, after a day's driving, I arrived at a relatively prosperous town nearby before it was completely dark, and this was also thanks to the work of the western horse.

"Feed the horse the best fodder, and give me an upper room." After handing over the reins and luggage to Xiaoer who greeted him outside the inn, Ying Wumei went to the first floor for dinner with exhaustion covered in the wind and snow. Church.

As soon as he chose a seat by the window and sat down, Xiao Er immediately walked over.

"Xiao Er, give me a chrysanthemum..."

"Is it Chrysanthemum Huanyu? It's ready for you."

Just as he was about to announce the name of the dish, the clever Xiaoer immediately picked it up, and brought out the corresponding dish from the tray in his hand.

"This is emerald cabbage heart, stir-fried vegetables, fish-flavored eggplant, and a pot of high-quality tulips." He neatly put the four dishes on the table in a pot, and Xiao Eryi bowed and said: "Guest officer's dishes Everything is ready, do you need anything else?"

Ying Wumei stared in astonishment at a table full of her favorite dishes, as well as fine wine with a strong aroma coming from a small spout.

He finally understood him, chased after him, and prepared everything.Picking up a piece of fish with chopsticks, he savored it carefully. It was not the delicacy of the food, but the gentleness of the man, which warmed his body and mind after 23 years of snowfall.

A knowing smile appeared on his lips, and he sighed happily as he looked at everything that had been carefully prepared in front of him.

"Can I sit down?" A low and gentle voice came from beside him, but he still sat down while asking.

"Why are you asking after you've already sat down?" Ying Wumei gave the man a white look.

"Are you satisfied with this dish?" The man watched him take the wine glass offered by Xiao Er and pour him a cup, his eyes were full of tenderness.

"It's okay." It was still a reserved answer, neither ostentatious nor reserved, but it was exactly his personality.

"What about this wine?"

"good."

"Let's go to Fengzhou together, I heard that it will snow there this year."

"Don't you always say you're busy?"

"I've been busy for 23 years and I'm done with everything."

"OK then."

"This time, you won't leave again."

"Maybe."

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Outside the window, the snowflakes in the winter night are still falling rustlingly in the cold evening wind; inside the window, there are two people sitting in front of the window, chatting with you asking and answering, the mellow and sweet wine in the glass is reflected in the eyes. It is a piece of amber streamer, gentle and deep...