late snow

The cold comes and the summer comes and goes for another year.

Even though Sifang City is like spring all year round, and winter is approaching, the outside is starting to get colder, and the wind blows on the window lattice, whistling.

Ji Huai was tossed a little hard last night, and he was still curled up in the quilt at dawn and refused to come out.

Zhan Hua sat by the bed and picked him up, reached out and touched his forehead, "Ji Huai, get up and have breakfast."

Ji Huai yawned lazily, buried his head in his arms and refused to move, mumbling something in his mouth.

"Huh?" Zhan Hua fished the man into his arms, letting him stick the whole body on his body.

"Tired." Ji Huai said, "Cold."

Ji Huai is afraid of heat and cold, although he has recovered a lot in the past two years, but occasionally he is tortured by Zhan Hua or he himself tortures Zhan Hua hard, and he can't get over it for two or three days, but this person is still a little Lazy, Zhan Hua taught him some kung fu to strengthen his body. He also fished for three days and dried the net for two days.

There was no other way, Zhan Hua had no choice but to work hard, dress the man, and drag him to the couch for dinner.

With the steaming hot porridge in his stomach, Ji Huai finally seemed to come to life, and his drooping eyes finally opened.

"The wind is so strong this winter." He turned his head to look out the window.

Zhan Hua was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he closed the ventilating window, "I heard that snow fell early in the north, and many cities around the capital were hit by snow. Lin Yuan invited him to go to the disaster relief, and took the prince to suffer a lot. .”

"Although Lin Yuan is not a very good person," Ji Huai picked up the porridge bowl and drank it clean, "but being an official is indeed beyond reproach, and it is really cheap for him."

In all fairness, Ji Huai still likes Zhao Qi, a cheap nephew, at least sitting in the emperor's seat, it is rare to be so generous.

Seeing that he had almost eaten, Zhan Hua took out a letter from his sleeve, "I sent it from Laicheng late."

Ji Huai was stunned for a moment. Although he hadn't been back for several years, he still felt terrified when he heard that Wan Laicheng was coming. The letter paper was so thin that he could only open two pages, but Ji Huai was silent for a long time with just a few words.

"Have you seen it?" Ji Huai asked.

"No." Zhan Hua took a sip of tea, "Has something happened to Ji's family?"

The fire in the Ji Mansion was still vivid in his memory, Ji Huai took a sip of tea, "Ji Wang is dead."

Zhan Hua's hand holding the teacup paused slightly, and Ji Huai handed him the letter paper.

Ji Wang is Zhan Hua's biological mother and Ji Huai's adoptive mother. Although they have never had a deep and strong relationship with each other, there is always a close relationship between mother and child.

That hazy and thin layer of sadness loomed in the cold wind, as if the weird and bizarre encounter between the two of them was finally about to come to an end.

"Are you going to be late?" Zhan Hua read the letter in his hand.

"I don't know." Ji Huai rubbed the envelope in his hand, "It's quite cold over there in Wanlai."

However, when Zhanhua came back from the academy in the evening, he saw Alian squatting in the yard with a sad face.

"Young master Ye, you haven't left the room all day, and you haven't even eaten a meal." Alian has been with Ji Huai since he was a child, and he is a good and loyal servant who puts his master first in everything, but he doesn't know what happened. I can only stand in a hurry, seeing Zhan Hua seems to have seen a life-saving straw.

After all, many times, as long as Young Master Ye said a word, even if his young master was angry, he could calm down instantly.

"It's okay, you can go to work." Zhan Hua put down the oil-paper umbrella, flicked the water droplets on his sleeves, opened the door and entered the room.

It was dark outside, and there were no candles in the house, and a large black shadow could be vaguely seen sitting in front of the window in a daze.

"It's raining outside, and it's going to be cold again tonight." Zhan Hua found a candle to light, walked to the bed with the candlestick in his hand, and put it on the table.

A drop of candle tears fell on the table, and it didn't take long for it to solidify.

"Well, it's a bit cold." Ji Huai yawned wrapped in a quilt.

"Sifang City only rains in winter, and I haven't seen snow for several years." Zhan Hualian took the quilt into his arms.

Ji Huai turned to look at him.

"Go back and come to the city late." Zhan Hua hugged the person and said, "I want to see the snow."

Ji Huai pursed his lips, stretched out his hand and hugged him into his arms.

He thought about it carefully for a day, and found that the time he spent with Ji Wang's mother was pitiful, and the relationship was also sparse. After all, he spent most of his childhood in his small courtyard and private schools in his clan. Later, when he was older and more sensible, he also knew the grievances between adults, so he didn't even want to go, except for greetings, he would linger in wine markets and flower houses, seeing less.

But probably the more you can't get something, the more people care about it. In the end, Ji Wang's "Qilang" can overcome the indifference and disgust of more than [-] years.

He has never been able to be as straightforward as Zhan Hua, without being burdened by love.

"That's why you have been looking for me for more than ten years." On the bumpy carriage, Zhan Hua replaced him with a hand stove, "Ji Huai, this is not a bad thing."

Ji Huai knew that he was comforting himself, but it was amazing that he was successfully comforted.

Some people in the world are indifferent and ruthless, and some people are bound by love.

"What were you thinking back then in the tomb passage of Yizhuang in Shiyuan City?" Ji Huai was trapped in the snow-white fox fur cloak, and he wanted to squeeze into his arms.

They seldom talk about the past, after all, those are really not good memories, but they do not avoid mentioning them occasionally.

Zhan Hua hugged him, and thought about it seriously, "I was thinking, if I die, you will remember me forever, if I survive by chance, you will be mine, no matter what the result is, I will not deficit."

Ji Huai raised his head and stared at him, then smiled again after a while, "I really know how to calculate."

"But luckily I survived." Zhan Hua put his forehead on his shoulder, "If he dies, it's really a pity."

Ji Huai raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong?"

Zhan Hua said with a smile in his voice, "I didn't sleep with you."

It is overwhelming for a decent person to be unprincipled once in a while, Ji Huai tugged at his hair and turned to look at the scenery outside the carriage.

The carriage rattled all the way towards Wanlai City, bringing with it fallen leaves all over the ground.

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All the way east along the Weisui River, the river had already frozen over, and on the way they ran into the small Taoist temple they had come to when they got married.

The original dilapidated Taoist temple showed obvious signs of repair. The little Taoist priest in a dusty Taoist robe sat in front of the steps and licked the candied haws in his hand, watching them curiously as they got off the carriage.

"Master and uncle." The little Taoist tilted his head, "We escaped from the war in the north, and there were nine copper coins in the merit box of the Taoist temple. The master said that there is no unparalleled road, so I bought some cakes to eat." , and we landed here."

When Ji Huai passed by here when he was disheartened, he put three copper coins in the merit box, hoping to find Zhanhua. Later, they got married, and each of them put three copper coins, hoping to grow old together in the future, no more, no less, exactly nine pieces.

"That copper coin saved my life, my master's and my uncle's." The little Taoist's accent was still a bit heavy, and he took a bite of the candied haws, "Although there are not many people here, it's enough for us to eat."

Ji Huai smiled, entered the Taoist temple, donated money to the merit box, and bowed again before returning to the carriage.

Fate in the world is always so wonderful.

Zhan Hua asked him what he was laughing at, and Ji Huai said solemnly: "This Taoist temple is really very spiritual."

They came from Sifang City, at least it took more than a month. It was almost midwinter when they came to the city, and Ji Wang's family had already been buried. Because they couldn't reveal their identities, they had already disguised themselves before entering the city.

Without disturbing any members of Ji's family, Ji Huai and Zhan Hua found Ji Wang's tomb in the suburbs, next to Ji Yu's tomb, it can be seen that Lin Yuan did not do anything wrong and let the couple be buried together place.

The sky was gloomy, it looked as if it was going to snow, and the cold wind was howling, blowing the paper money into the air.

Ji Huai looked at the tombstones of Ji Wang's and Ji Yu's for a long time, but his expression was very calm. In the end, he knelt down and firmly kowtowed three times.

Zhan Hua stood not far from the beginning to the end, facing the tombstone of his biological parents with no emotions, let alone worshiping.

So Ji Huai kowtowed three more times for Zhan Hua.

He and Zhanhua became relatives and paid homage to each other, and they were able to replace each other, even if Ji Wang and Ji Yuquan had knowledge, they couldn't say anything.

But Ji Yu would probably be so angry that he would lift the coffin.

It was almost evening when we returned to the city, the sky was getting darker and darker, the gray was cold, and the bitter cold wind was blowing the branches, A Lian went to tie the horse in the backyard, Zhan Hua closed the courtyard door and entered the house .

Ji Huai was severely frozen, and he was still wrapped in a fox fur cloak. He leaned on the couch and stretched out his hands to warm the fire. A pot of wine was warmed on the red clay stove.

Zhan Hua walked over, bringing in a cold air.

"Close the door." Ji Huaishuo reminded him lazily in the warm cloak.

Zhan Hua wore thin clothes without any sign of being cold, and he propped up the window, "Don't you want to watch the snow? It looks like it's about to fall."

"I think you want to freeze me to death." Ji Huai moved his hand closer to the stove, and the wine in the flagon boiled, "Murder my husband."

Zhan Hua stood in front of the window, rolled up his sleeves and looked at him, his handsome brows and eyes were full of tenderness, the swirling snow was carried by the wind and fell on his robe and hair, Ji Huai seemed to hear the rustling of snow falling on the earth.

"It's snowing." Zhan Hua said.

The wine was about to be filled, and in the mist filled with fragrance, the gentle and jade-like young master asked with a smile, "Have a drink?"

- End of text

The author has something to say:

This article is over here, thank you little cuties for your company all the way!bow!

From the late spring of 20 years to the late spring of 22 years, I don’t know how many times I interrupted it, thank you little cuties for never leaving [cover your face]

The mood is complicated, but I wrote the ending I wanted to write the most.

I finally made an explanation to the monk in the dream and Brother Gongzi, which can be regarded as making up for the brooding about this dream two years ago.

Finally, I wish Ji Huai and Zhan Hua good health, peace and happiness, and grow old together.