Puzzled

Su Yanhui didn't intend to tell Wen Nanhui about this, after all, he had already caused him enough misery, it's better not to involve him in this kind of thing, lest he suffer for himself again.The thought of him giving up Honglian for himself, bearing the reputation of being "thin and ungrateful", being whipped for himself, and being unable to get angry for three months, but he would only cause trouble for him, the most important thing, he has moved on. When thinking of this, Su Yanhui couldn't help trembling.

Ling Bingji kept the secrets that Su Yanhui told her, and she didn't dare to tell that big-mouthed Gong Zhixing, so she could only anxiously hope that the leader would leave the customs soon.I wanted to tell Zuo Xiaonan, but she was guarding the Luomei Sect Luomei Palace in Jiangling. If such top-secret information was sent by Feige, if something went wrong, the consequences would be disastrous.

At the end of December, Fanghua is gone, and the streets and alleys of Chang'an are full of desolation, with paper lanterns flying up and down rhythmically in the cold wind hanging from the cornices, and the pedestrians on the street are even less pitiful when it snows, it took a long time past one.

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, and the snow was already very thick. Gong Zhixing and Ling Bingji were dressed like rice dumplings, shivering in the cold wind.

"I said, Sister Ling, who will come in such a cold day? Why don't we go in the house, light a stove, and have a good barbecue, hehe, it's better to have wine..." Gong Zhixing flattered Looking at Ling Bingji, her hands were tucked into her sleeves, the handle of the knife was too cold to hold it.

Ling Bingji glared at her: "Gong girl knows how to eat, drink and have fun, just wait until you get through this for a while, don't back down when you're almost successful."

Gong Zhixing lowered his head silently, and muttered softly: "Sister Ling is clearly shivering from the cold."

In a blink of an eye, in mid-January, the whole country celebrated, and the Spring Festival finally arrived.The original bleakness was replaced by thousands of lights, and the winter snow was no longer chilly. During this festive season, it was used as a plaything by children. The red lanterns still kept the festive atmosphere in the cold wind.

At this time, everyone in the Su Mansion had flushed faces, and the smell of delicacies came from the kitchen.

The snow has stopped falling, and the snow has already begun to melt in sunny places, and the snow on the upstairs of the Su Mansion is also gradually melting, exposing the green ridges of the house.

Su Yanhui stood in the Yuxue Pavilion, with a fan, a heater, and his feelings.

"Shua—" the fan was stretched open, on the front "white plums are like ink like jade", and on the back "jade hairpins are in flames".

Su Yanhui looked at the wet ink and the plain white bone fan, and smiled lightly.Looking at Yuxue in front of him, covering everything in silver, thinking that Pei Yimo is about to leave the customs, unconsciously, his eyes narrowed into slits with a smile, as bright as crescent moons.

But this scene forced Su Yanhui to remember that evening last year when he met Wen Nanhui for the first time, his frowns and smiles, frowning and looking into the distance, all the details, so he could remember so clearly.

The snow curtain in Chang'an, the moonlight shining all over the sky;In the sky and on earth, there is no infinite love; on the moon, there are fireworks, and the red lotus is boundless.

Wen Nan smiled back and looked at a painting spread out on the table in front of him. It had just been completed, and the Su Mansion in the painting was like a dream, and it was so beautiful that it didn't look like it was in the world.The painting is about the Yuxue Pavilion and the surrounding white snow. You can vaguely see the top of the Yuxue Pavilion in the snow, as well as the empty branches covered by snow, with a faint fragrance floating.

In the painting, there is a young boy standing in the Yuxue Pavilion, his whole body is silver and white, and the same white fox fur gracefully wraps around his neck and hangs down to the ground, leaving no trace together with the white snow and white clothes.

The young man was holding a plain white bone fan. The fan was not opened, and black ink could be seen vaguely, which made people wonder what was written on the fan.

There was a stove at the boy's feet, and the flames were faint, illuminating the bulge of the boy's plain clothes and white clothes, while the sunken place was even darker.

The young man has waist-length hair and is beautiful and light. He just stands there quietly, smiling and looking into the distance, his eyes are vain, and he doesn't know where they are.From the painting, one can feel the young man's romantic, free and easy, uninhibited, heroic appearance that seems to burn the eyes of the world.

Next to the painting is a poem written by Wen Nanhui.

The first snow in Yuting sends poems from afar, and the clouds press down on the long songs, and it is difficult to know each other.Telling Yanhui Yipinxiang, Danqing is very thoughtful after smelling it.

Both this painting and this poem are called Siyan, and they were written by Danqing Wusheng, which is really hard to find.

Wen Nanhui was still smiling, carefully dried the ink, packed it in a brocade box, and sent it to Su's residence in person.

Yuxue Pavilion, Su Yanhui immediately closed the new fan when he heard someone coming.Wen Nan came back, took his hand, and put the brocade box in his hand.

"what is this?"

"A picture."

Su Yanhui pulled the scroll out of the brocade box with some doubts, his eyes widened a little bit as the scroll unfolded, and finally stared as big as a copper bell.

This is the most beautiful scroll that Su Yanhui has ever seen in his life. Not to mention the flowing lines, the freehand but realistic technique, just look at the young man in the painting, standing proudly in the world, adding a touch of vitality, you can see that the painter was at that time confidence and happiness.

"Is this...you drew it?"

"Yes. Isn't this signed by me?"

"this is me?"

"I'm not stupid, I recognized it."

"Nanhui, I..."

Su Yanhui looked at the painting and read the poem again. White mist exhaled from his mouth: "Nanhui, you are so, so kind to me. Why are you so stupid!"

This time Wen Nanhui was surprised: "Why am I so stupid?"

Su Yanhui didn't answer for a long time, but slowly closed the scroll and stuffed it back into the brocade box.

Wen Nanhui had no choice but to find another topic: "Yanhui, did you get a new fan?"

"Ah? How did you know that?"

"Stupid again, the original one looks older than this one."

"Yes."

"Show me? Did you draw the fan yourself this time?"

When Wen Nanhui said it, he had already reached out to take the fan, and when he opened it, what he saw was "white plums are like ink like jade, and jade hairpins are always in flames".

Wen Nanhui's hand holding the fan trembled, Su Yanhui didn't dare to say anything, he just felt like he had lost something in his heart, but he didn't feel like a thief anymore.

Wen Nanhui is a smart person and a sensible person, but this kind of thing is obviously keeping himself in the dark and playing around.

Wen Nanhui still had a sliver of hope, smiled and suppressed his restless voice as much as possible, and asked, "Yanhui, did you write this?"

Su Yanhui didn't express his opinion, but just held the brocade box tightly, his teeth chattered, and his gaze was fixed on the flickering heater.

"Yanhui, what does it mean?"

"Yanhui, you look at me, you answer me."

Su Yanhui finally said: "Pei Yimo is Pei Shishuang."

Wen Nanhui frowned and fell silent, the words on the fan were more like a kind of ridicule and irony to himself, the lover you can sacrifice your life for will end up loving you not in the end, but a passerby who met by chance!You have done so much for him, yet he still thinks about others in his heart!

"Nanhui, when we met him, he was always wearing a mask to hide his identity. Once I accidentally took off his mask, only to find out that he looks... Then he told me that he is Pei Yimo."

"When did you start?"

Wen Nanhui's tone was completely devoid of the usual tenderness and pampering.

"what?"

"When did you and him start?"

"...I'm sorry, Nanhui, I'm sorry. Yes, four months ago."

"Oh, so you slept with him?"

After a long time, the cold north wind blew away, causing Su Yanhui's face to ache.

Finally nodded.

"You hid it from me for four months. If I hadn't seen this fan today, would I have continued to be hid from you?"

The north wind blew harder, and the paper lanterns danced wildly in the wind.

"Nan Hui, I can only... I can only say, I'm sorry."

"How many more do you have outside?"

"Ah? What? It's not like that, only him."

"Okay. So, at the beginning, you were all pretending? What about vows of eternal love, it's all, you just said it casually, right?"

"It wasn't back then, Nanhui..."

"That is to say, you just loved me, and now you have moved on, right?"

Su Yanhui was completely speechless, he really wanted to kneel down for him, and he didn't even complain about being beaten to death by him.

"Yanhui, how can I be inferior to him?"

"No, no, of course you are not inferior in any way!"

"What's wrong with me, can I change it? What's wrong with me, can you tell me? Why don't you want me? Why?!"

Finally, Wen Nanhui almost shouted out.

Su Yanhui could see clearly, he who had never cried before, did cry.