Xiao Mei fell into a mountain snow. When he opened his eyes, the polar night had not yet passed.
The crescent moon hangs low and shines dimly. Xiao Mei didn't know how far or how long she had walked. She only remembered Feng Shaoshu's surprised look at the end. The string of sapphire beads was shattered, and the round beads were flying in the air. Is Feng Shaoshu's face filled with pain or sadness?
A pain ran down her spine from bottom to top, and the part belonging to the Wei Wang Banner was protesting, asking her to focus on the goal in front of her.
Xiao Mei lowered his head and stood up in embarrassment. The moonlight in the sky was too shallow, and the snow as hard as sand under her feet soaked into her boots. She stood in the darkness, took a few steps forward, and then rolled down uncontrollably.
She hit a rock and her eyebrows split open, causing blood to flow out. Xiao Mei swallowed a cry of pain, grabbed a piece of snow and pressed it on the wound, letting the coldness and pain stimulate her mind.
Her vision went dark, and she staggered in pain again. She choked on the snow twice when she turned over. Finally, she supported her body with one hand and crawled out of the snow with difficulty. The other arm couldn't move, as if it had been dislocated, and there was only a cold feeling on the skin. Xiao Mei felt that the blood flow at the end of his eyebrows had slowed down. He gritted his teeth and pushed his arm back to its original position. He took another mouthful of snow and pressed it into his mouth to quench his thirst. He groped for a dead branch from the snow beside him, bit by bit. Climb to the top of the mountain.
"What's on the top of the mountain?" She climbed up a rock and asked.
Wei Wangban's voice rang in her mind: "You buried it yourself, you thought about it yourself."
Xiao Mei was too lazy to talk to her. Her memory was still confused, and she only had a few impressions of the Qingye Peak. It seemed that the last time she was here, she had been distracted by something else entirely.
"Ah." Xiao Mei stepped onto the top of the mountain and raised his head, "It's the Aurora."
I don't know when a faint beam of light hung down from the sky, like a green flame, curling and twisting in the sky, stretching across the entire sky on the top of the mountain. The flowing aurora gradually became clearer and brighter in the dark night, and the colors of the stars gathered into an endless curtain, hanging silently above her head, like a cold prophecy from eternity ago. And like a pair of turquoise eyes that are always looking at her.
Xiao Mei looked at the auroras that filled the sky, and countless thoughts rushed into her mind, cutting her mind into broken red and white. The bright red is flame, the white is ice and snow; the red is blood, the pure white is moonlight; the magenta dress, the white hair ornaments, the ocher wine stove, the pale face, the light red petals, and the gray embers …
A fire suddenly ignited before her eyes, the scalding heat distorting the air and scorching the surrounding vegetation. She saw a little girl in red kneeling in the center of the flames, hammering the ground in pain - she remembered that it was herself who had not yet fully mastered her internal strength, and was trying her best to control the raging waves bursting out of her body. flame. The flame was still burning, but there was a rustling sound beside the wall. Xiao Mei turned his head and saw a small head wearing a velvet white hair ornament, desperately climbing over the wall, looking at her, and shouting something loudly.
There was a sudden pain in her heart. In an instant, the flames in front of her eyes died out, and the blackened ashes were blown away by the wind. She heard the hoarse voice of the person on the ground saying, "Go away. Xiao Yu, don't come over."
The scene before her eyes shook, and she saw a tree, a huge neem tree. A white-haired girl held a sword in her arms, with black strips of cloth wrapped around her eyes. She stumbled and groped for the backyard wall. Xiao Mei looked at the tree, where there was a flash of fire, and the lock on the wooden door of the backyard was burned off. The white-haired girl then held on to the wall and walked into the grass in the backyard, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and walked to the Neem tree. began to dance with her sword comically.
Xiao Mei saw the sword flying out of the white-haired girl's hand and piercing deeply into the trunk of the neem tree. Only then did the person in the tree agree to show up. She asked for his name clearly and said with a smile: "Zhu Chen, what a good name."
She saw fire. The fire continued to burn through the hall, burning expensive calligraphy and paintings, and burning down the painted beams and columns. She saw herself in a state of embarrassment, her clothes were burned, and she was running non-stop. The fire spread and caught up with her, the noise almost deafening her ears. She was still running, seemingly looking for something. Xiao Mei's heart was like a beating drum, and the pain and powerlessness grew in his heart. She almost predicted the ending——
At that moment, the running man stopped.
She raised her head and looked at "Xiao Mei" who was looking at her, and at herself a few years later.
A faint hint of red remained in those brown-black eyes, and the next moment, that bit of red disappeared. Eighteen-year-old Xiao Mei turned his head and rushed into the fire scene again without hesitation.
The color in front of Xiao Mei's eyes faded, leaving only dead black. The sounds lingered in her ears, buzzing one after another. The strong wind broke her hair rope, and the sadness in her heart made her body fall extremely heavy, dragging her down bit by bit, unable to shed a single tear.
She heard a call mixed with the wind, a distant "Azadirachta".
It's Xu Zhuchen.
She finally got here and found her.
Zhuchen, Zhuchen.
help me.
Dont look at me.
forgive me.
Zhu Chen......
She slowly turned around and looked at Xu Zhuchen's strange face under the aurora. Her long hair was snow-white, so it was dyed into strange green, blue and purple colors. Xiao Mei felt something slipping from his cheek, something hot and sticky. She looked at Xu Zhuchen and finally laughed.
"Zhu Chen, who am I?"
Xiao Mei suddenly woke up with a sharp pain on her lips, which made her realize how nervous she had been in her dream. She sat up holding the corner of the quilt, trying to suppress her rapid breathing. But there was still a movement around him. Xu Zhuchen rubbed his eyes and sat up, asking: "Azadirachta, what's wrong?" She said, touching Xiao's forehead, "Well, I sweat a lot, but my skin is not Hot. Have a nightmare?”
Xiao Mei put his face against Xu Zhuchen's cold hand, closed his eyes and nodded, sighing: "Well. Maybe it's a little hot in the room. Why is it so hard not to wake you up?"
Xu Zhuchen smiled. She lifted the quilt on her side, kicked on her slippers and got out of bed. She slept by the window, walked to the window in a few steps, and opened the window a crack, hoping to get some air.
Unexpectedly, the cold wind howled outside, carrying snowflakes from the mountains and pouring into the house. Xu Zhuchen choked on the snow flakes, and turned around to see Xiao Mei sitting on the bed laughing at her: "It's not so hot in the house, why did you just open the window?"
Xu Zhuchen couldn't help but laugh out loud while touching his nose. She closed the window with some effort, sat casually on the desk in front of the window, and said: "I thought we were still in Zhiyang. We have been burning the stove in Qingye Peak these days, and I have forgotten about it. It’s so cold outside.”
She was right, the stove in the room was burning hot, and the quilt on the kang was also quite warm. Even though it was freezing cold above Qingfeng, the two of them didn't feel cold at all while nestling in the house.
Xu Zhuchen sat on the desk, pointing his fingertips at Xiao Mei. A snow-white ice and snow butterfly flapped its wings and flew towards Xiao Mei. The butterfly stayed on the tip of her nose, Xiao Mei lowered her head, smiled and blew upward.
"From Yuandi to Zhinuma, it's so frighteningly cold for some reason. Shuangfeng, Qingfeng, now I'm envious of your ice and snow skills."
Seeing that the butterfly was about to melt, Xu Zhuchen used Qing Kung Fu to jump onto the bed gently and quietly. She caught the melted water droplets on the tip of Xiao Mei's nose, followed the water droplets with her fingertips all the way to her lips, jaw, and finally gently lifted her face.
"If you are really envious, why don't you let it stay a little longer?"
"It's a pity that ice and snow will melt when exposed to fire." Xiao Mei looked directly at Xu Zhuchen and said with a smile, "At this time, it depends on how you keep it."
