Cold and warm depend on each other

The last ray of light in the sky dissipated, the outskirts of the city were silent, and the night was blurred.

Lights were turned on in the post courtyard, and warm yellow paper gauze lanterns hung one after another under the eaves. The shallow warm light swayed endlessly and connected to each other.

In the guest house, Su Zhe stuck to Xue Wanxiang's waist, buried his face deeply, longing for the silence and beauty of this moment, fearing that the night would be long and the dream would be short, and waking up would be another misfortune.

Xue Wanxiang felt her uneasiness, and gently stroked her hair from the top of her hair to her back.Su Zhe's hair is well-growthed, thick, and smooth. The silver hair crown is taken off, and the long hair is scattered on the shoulders. The dim candlelight reflects the slender back, and the whole person is lazy with a thin charming.

Yes, charming.This feeling has not appeared on Su Zhe for a long time, but this night, the way she raised her eyebrows and smiled reminded Xue Wanxiang of this long-lost word.

"Xue Wanxiang..." She raised her head, a pure smile appeared on her handsome face, the tip of her pale red tongue stuck out, and curled up on her soft lips, the lips were immediately stained with a layer of honey, making them shiny and shiny.

The aroma of the wine was very clear and light, lingering between the two of them, Xue Wanxiang still felt that she was being charmed, her eyes involuntarily followed Su Zhe's tongue, and suddenly thought of how softly she held her fingertips in the daytime. The sense of touch is layered in the memory, and I can't forget it even if I forget it.

"Su Zhe..." Don't tempt me...

I can't say that sentence.Su Zhe stared at her with innocent eyes, her heart was pounding, and it took 12 points of strength to force herself to look away.

"I'll twist a hot towel for you."

She didn't look at her, turned around in a hurry, and walked towards the connected ear room, her steps were too hasty, she kicked the corner of the table, and she cried out in pain for a while.

With a pair of hands beside her firmly protecting her, she turned sideways and fell into her warm arms.

"Why are you so careless?" Su Zhe put his arms around her, getting used to hugging her, put his hands together, and hugged her directly onto the table.

Xue Wanxiang was taught women's virtues by her mother since she was a child, and she has never had such an outrageous thing sitting on a table, she was so shocked that she almost jumped off.

Su Zhe held her down and stared at her sullenly: "If you move around again, I'll hug you!"

Well, from now on, this trick has been tried and tested!

Xue Wanxiang gritted her teeth, she couldn't beat her helplessly, and she couldn't be provoked at this time, if she was really in a hurry, it might not just be a hug...

Where did all this go? ? ?Xue Wanxiang blushed slightly as she watched Su Zhe take out the copper scissors and cut the candle light a bit brighter.

"Is it hurt?" Su Zhe except her shoes and socks, held her small ankle and gently rubbed it, "It's all red." She muttered, her tone full of complaints.

Xue Wanxiang was a little funny, she was clearly the one who was hurt, why was she so angry.

"It's so expensive. It will be fine after a while." Xue Wanxiang retracted her feet.

Su Zhe didn't insist, and took the shoes and socks for her to put on. Xue Wanxiang snatched them up with a blushing face, turned her body slightly to put them on, and helped Su Zhe's arm to get off the table.

"Don't put me on the table in the future! I'm not your dish!"

Su Zhe: ...

"But you look delicious..." Su Zheji murmured softly.

Xue Wanxiang said coolly: "What did you say?"

"Oh, I said, what's that?"

She turned her eyes around, and pointed to a strange-shaped object beside the nanmu chair, which looked like a musical instrument, but she had never seen it before.

"You don't know?" Xue Wanxiang held the instrument in her hands and turned her head to look at her.

Su Zhe shook his head.

The neck of the musical instrument is curved, and there are twenty-three strings under the wild goose column. It is plucked lightly, as if sliding over the cold water, with a clear rhythm.Xue Wanxiang smiled and said: "This is the phoenix-headed harp. In "The Peacock Flies to the Southeast", thirteen can weave vegetables, fourteen learn to tailor clothes, fifteen play konghou, and sixteen recite poems and books. It is this thing that is said."

"Konghou? Is this the konghou?" Su Zhe was surprised and a little excited: "You... know how to use konghou?"

"Know a thing or two."

Su Zhe was even happier. After thinking about it, he was more reserved, and asked with a blink of his eyes, "Can I hear you play a song?"

Xue Wanxiang pursed her lips and smiled, but didn't answer, she just sat down on the high chair with her arms in her arms, gave her a playful look, then lowered her eyes, and plucked her green fingers over the strings.

The sound of Conglong's piano is like water drops falling on rocks, first ethereal and ethereal, far away in the mountains, bamboo leaves are green, and raindrops are clear.Xue Wanxiang frowned lightly under the bright lights and candles, and sang softly: "Wei City is rainy in the morning and the dust is light, and the color of the willows in the guest house is new. I advise you to drink more, and there is no old friend when you leave Yangguan in the west. Yiyi Gu Lian can't bear to leave , dripping with a towel. There is no reconciliation to help the benevolent. Feeling, feeling, thinking of the king at twelve hours. Who is related, who is related, who can be related. Day and day..."

The sound of the song gradually becomes turbulent, wide open and wide closed, wider and wider. Outside the city of Yangguan, there is severe yellow sand. Generals have fought hundreds of times, and strong men have fought for ten years. The battlefield is ruthless. The desolate and surging sound is like the roar of tigers and dragons. They came from all directions in the house, hitting people's hearts directly.

Su Zhe stood up holding his chest, staring at Xue Wanxiang in a daze.

"The Xiangshui River in Chutian is separated from Jinjin, and Honglin is entrusted early. Chi Su Shen, Chi Su Shen, Chi Su Shen frequently, like a blind date... From now on, the two places love each other like dreams frequently, and the geese come to visit." Xue Wanxiang lightly Singing softly, twirling fingertips, the lingling is like a clear spring in a snow-capped mountain, gradually growing long, gradually becoming distant...

She raised her head and looked at Su Zhe who was a few steps away. Her long eyelashes were slightly curled up, hiding her boundless emotions.

Su Zhe's eyes were empty, and his face was full of tears. After a while, he finally regained his composure and asked blankly, "What song is this?"

Xue Wanxiang put down the phoenix-headed harp, stepped forward to caress the tears on her face, and said softly: "Three folds of Yangguan."

"Yangguan Sandie..." Su Zhe murmured, grabbed Xue Wanxiang's hand and pressed it on his chest, big tears came out again, "Wanxiang..." She choked up and said, "I feel so uncomfortable ..."

"I know." Xue Wanxiang's voice was soft, and the hand on her chest was slightly hot.

"Well..." Su Zhe sniffed, and asked again: "Later, did she wait for the person she was waiting for?"

Xue Wanxiang knew that she was asking about the person in the melody, and who could explain the realm of nothingness in the melody.She originally wanted to answer that she didn't know, but when she saw Su Zhe's red eyes with stubbornness and anticipation, she suddenly wanted to fulfill her little wish.She raised her hand to touch her face, and smiled with her lips: "I've waited."

"Yeah!" Su Zhe affirmed childishly, hugged Xue Wanxiang with his mouth pouted, and rested his chin on her forehead, quietly satisfied.

When I lay down on the bed again, I didn't know how many days it was outside.The post station is built in the outskirts of the city, where the trees are dense and the wind howls.

Su Zhe blew out the candles and lifted the quilt, Xue Wanxiang curled up a little bit inward, leaving a large space.Su Zhe embraced the quilt, nestled in like a cat, and touched Xue Wanxiang's hand with his palm, and Xue Wanxiang shrank back.

"Why is it so cold?" Su Zhe said while holding her hand, but Xue Wanxiang didn't move.

Magnolia, which is common in the south, is planted in the courtyard of the station. Although it is not in full bloom, it still has a faint fragrance.The bed was covered with a fleece quilt, and the two of them nestled together and quickly warmed up.Su Zhe was reluctant to let go, just pretended not to notice, and kept holding her close.

Xue Wanxiang waited quietly for a while, then pulled out her palm, turned over, and lay on her side.

Su Zhe sighed softly in his heart, feeling a little lost.In the darkness, I heard Xue Wanxiang's voice, turning her back and said softly: "Do you like the piece I played just now?"

Su Zhe said: "I like it. I like it very much. You play really well."

Xue Wanxiang was silent for a moment, then asked casually: "Compared to "The Overlord Disarms His Armor", how is it?"

Su Zhe was taken aback for a moment, but couldn't hold back a "puchi" laugh.But with this smile, she immediately knew something was wrong, because Xue Wanxiang covered the quilt, turned her body even more inward, and buried her face in the pillow.

She went to grab her hand, but Xue Wanxiang avoided it.She had no choice but to stretch out her arms, and grabbed Xue Wanxiang into her arms.Xue Wanxiang struggled awkwardly, Su Zhe hugged her tightly, whispered softly in her ear, and said sincerely: "Of course your song is the best. In this world, no one can compare with you. At least In my heart, you will always be the best."

The warm breath lingered in her ears, Xue Wanxiang closed her eyes, her cheeks were slightly hot.