The frost shakes off the wind and dust, and the sky and earth are divided into snow, as pure as jade. The majestic palace is even more majestic against the backdrop of white snow.
Lin Wanwan was speeding along the long and wide palace road. Wherever she passed, snow crystals splashed like flying flowers.
The cold wind carried frost and snow and slapped her face, like an invisible blade, constantly cutting her delicate skin. The biting chill penetrated into the seams of her bones, making her feel like she was in an ice cave, but even so, it could not be extinguished. The burning in her heart could not cut off the extension of her longing.
In fact, she regretted the unintentional words she said to Su Jin at Zhuangzi yesterday; and last night, when Ziyu came to see her, the resentment and unwillingness in her heart had long since melted away. Nothing.
How could she not know who Su Jin was?
She spoke venomously just to calm her inner anger and struggle, and to make excuses for her cowardice and prejudice against Su Jin. She was afraid that what happened in the snowy mountains would happen again, and she was afraid that once she trusted him, she would be bruised again.
She was so scared of the feeling of losing something again. After so many midnight dreams, she was awakened by nightmares again and again. In the silent nights, in the darkness with no end, the pain swept over one after another like waves, devastating deep in her heart. , not a blade of grass grows.
Whenever she faced Su Jin, the deep-rooted paranoia in her heart would torture herself to the core over and over again.
But when she knew that Su Jin was suffering from old illnesses and had been suffering from pain, it seemed that everything no longer mattered...
Scenes from the past gradually gathered in her mind. Whether it was the meeting of resentment or the separation of love, the past joys and sorrows, gatherings and separations, love and hate, all turned into the wind of time in the snow.
At this moment, she only has endless expectations for the future in her heart, which is a belief she once fantasized about but gave up due to various reasons. But at this moment, no matter how many thorns and bumps there are on the road ahead, she is no longer afraid. Confusion and hesitation, fear and worry will all be swept away at this moment.
The past has passed, the wind and snow have blown away the obsession and anger, the memories have taken root and grown into growth rings, and the longing is actually stronger than the old wine.
When Lin Wanwan stepped through the heavy palace door, she had the illusion that the snow was coming and spring was coming, as if it was another world.
In a daze, she vaguely remembered what Nie Ya had said to her in Zhuangzi yesterday -
"Those things that have been lost may be gained in another form, and regrets will eventually become a thing of the past. There are cracks in everything, and those cracks are where the light comes in."
It was only at this moment that Lin Wanwan finally understood the true meaning of this sentence.
Destiny is unpredictable, but the road to life is still long. The future should be as bright and gorgeous as the stars. The regrets of the past may be another kind of growth. Those injuries will eventually turn into light that illuminates the way forward.
Born towards the sun, walking towards the light. If your heart is facing the sun, why should you be afraid of the separation of joys and sorrows in life? If you have a scene in your heart, the path will be filled with the fragrance of flowers.
Thinking of this, Lin Wanwan suddenly raised her eyes and saw the figure that had appeared countless times in her dreams.
The man had dark hair and a mysterious robe, and a snow fox cloak on his shoulders. He held a bone umbrella with his long, jade-like fingers. He stood quietly in the snow, with the black silk behind him blowing in the wind. Looking from a distance, Like a drop of thick ink that spreads out in the snow, it forms a blue ink painting, making people want to draw a pen to describe this world-famous splendor.
He stared in the direction of the palace gate from a distance, his eyes seemed to be entangled in the flying snowflakes, and seemed to have passed through the flying snow and stopped somewhere inside the palace gate. His tall and straight figure was like a solid city wall. , no matter how the cold wind tore his robe, he still remained unmoved, but there was a faint feeling of vicissitudes of life.
For some reason, at this moment, Lin Wanwan suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu. It seemed that at a certain moment in the past, there had been such a person, standing still in front of her in the ice and snow.
However, this feeling was like a wisp of ethereal smoke, passing through her mind and then disappearing without a trace.
Lin Wanwan didn't think much about it and just regarded it as a dream she had once had. She stared at the figure standing in the wind and snow from a distance, and what followed was an indescribable peace of mind. Time seemed to have returned to the Mid-Autumn Festival. She was walking through the bustling crowd, but Su Jin was always half a step behind her.
The sky and the earth are all white, and when I look at the shadow, I can't see the wind and snow destroying it, nor the withered things, but only the green mountains.
A warm current surged out from the depths of Lin Wanwan's heart, nourishing the towering tree in her heart. In an instant, all those years of hopeless waiting seemed to have blossomed and bear fruit at this moment.
When Su Jingqian saw that familiar figure appearing in front of the palace gate, he felt an unprecedented sense of peace in his heart, as if dead trees were springing up and the ice and snow had melted; and as if the feathers of time were blowing across the long river of time, he stood at Fomalhaut's Gate. Under the flower tree, listen to the sound of flowers blooming on the branches.
And she stood there quietly, looking at him from a distance. But there was a smile on her lips, and there seemed to be warmth floating between her brows and eyes. Her beautiful eyes were full of water, shining with hope, as if they were beautiful and beautiful, and the blue sky was clearing, revealing the spring spirit that could melt thousands of years of ice.
Su Jingqian's heart seemed to skip a beat suddenly, and his eyes fell on her for a long time, unable to move away. The wind and snow gradually melted away in those peach blossom eyes, just like the scorching sun in the sky, and wisps of warmth slowly spread through the cracks in the ice. Slow leaching.
The most important thing is to stare at the infinite meaning, as if you have seen each other in your previous life.
The most touching and memorable thing is probably that after going through thousands of twists and turns, when you suddenly look back, that person is still standing in the dim light as before, and he can see through the past and the eternal years at a glance.
Lin Wanwan will never forget this scene——
At the end of the year, there is fresh snow, flowers are flying in the sky and the earth is lingering in the sky. Su Jingqian slowly put on his light fur coat and stood in the snow holding an umbrella. When he looked at himself, he suddenly smiled, as if the earth had returned to spring and the ice and snow had first melted, or as if the spring breeze had blown through the lake and rippled into vast expanse of waves.
Lin Wanwan's heart moved, and she took steps towards him.
She felt that sometimes she was very similar to Su Jin, they were both so stubborn. He was stubborn and desperate, stepping towards her firmly and calmly, but she took back her steps in time after taking a step towards him, stubbornly drawing a wall and refusing to take another step.
Ink flowed across the sky, and darkness spread into the bottom of her heart, but she saw him walking towards her all the way, the clouds were light and the wind was gentle.
Perhaps, as long as she stood there, she believed that one day Su Jin would come to her. However, this time, she didn't want to stand there and wait for him anymore. It was her turn to walk the rest of the way.
The snow was bright and clear, and the sky was graceful. It was he who brushed away the wind and snow from her eyebrows across the sword and sword. And on this journey, even if she traveled through the mountains and rivers, no matter how many suns and moons waxed and waned, she would still run towards him for a journey. The promise of the year - to stand side by side on the top of the mountain together.
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Maybe we don't know what kind of distance lies between us, but no matter how far it is, I will run to you unconditionally, and I will never let you bear it alone again, and I will pay silently.
Love, even if we are thousands of miles apart, even if the mountains are difficult to overcome, I will overcome the difficulties and obstacles and walk towards you unswervingly.
