In the twelfth lunar month of winter, there is heavy snow in the sky, and the white snow is as crystal clear as mutton-fat white jade, which makes people unable to bear to step on it.
In Youzhou, outside Jingjiao City, at the entrance of a small cave somewhere, a donkey was staring blankly at the heavy snow in the sky.
This donkey is a donkey, and its clear eyes reflect the slowly falling white snow.
Suddenly, it turned its head and looked into the cave.
On top of a pile of hay, Deng Fang and Yang Hanhan were talking together.
Deng Fang sat against him, and Yang Hanhan leaned her head on his chest, her face full of happiness.
Deng Fang held Yang Hanhan's arm with her hands, and had a faint smile on her lips.
The two of them have been living in this cave for nearly two months. They are afraid that Cui Cheng's family will send people to cause trouble, so they dare not go to places where there are people. They plan to stay away from the limelight until after the New Year.
Donkey seemed to have become accustomed to it, so he didn't react at all. He turned back and continued to look at the white snow in the sky.
In the blink of an eye, the New Year is almost here.
Yang Hanhan leaned against Deng Fang and stroked his body with his fingers, very leisurely.
The two of them naturally understood each other deeply, and now they were honest with each other without any scruples.
"Xinghe, where should we go after the Chinese New Year?" Yang Hanhan suddenly asked.
Deng Fang looked at Yang Hanhan's peach-like face, held her beautiful hand with his hand, put it to her mouth and kissed it gently, sighed, and responded.
"Hanhan, actually...my name is not Deng Xinghe."
Yang Hanhan was slightly startled and smiled in confusion: "If your name is not Deng Xinghe, then what is your name?"
Deng Fang took a deep breath, pursed his lips, and then responded.
"Actually, my name is Deng Fang."
"Deng Fang? Haha, it's such a soft name, just like a girl's name."
Deng Fang looked at Yang Hanhan teasing him, and the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground. This man was not a member of the world, nor did he get close to him because he was plotting the Bei Tian Jian Jue.
Although Deng Fang had been wary of her before.
But thinking of the special feeling when Yang Hanhan looked at him, especially the tenderness in her eyes, Deng Fang believed that Yang Hanhan would not hide anything from him.
In this way, Deng Fang no longer had any caution against Yang Hanhan.
Deng Fang hugged Yang Hanhan tightly, put his nose on her neck, smelled her unique fragrance, and said.
"Hanhan, actually, there is another reason why I stay here with you."
"Huh? What's the reason?"
Deng Fang raised his head, looked at Yang Hanhan, and continued talking.
"I was injured while practicing Qigong. I cannot use my internal strength easily for a hundred days, otherwise my body will be in unbearable pain."
Yang Hanhan thought thoughtfully, and then asked: "Is that the reason why you fainted on the ground after killing Cui Cheng that day?"
Deng Fang nodded and continued: "I think that after the New Year, the injury will be recovered."
Yang Hanhan was very happy and kept saying, "It will be good if I can recover."
Then, she asked curiously: "Then what kind of martial arts do you practice?"
Deng Fang opened his mouth and was about to say the five words "Haori Liuli Gong", but suddenly he remembered what Sui Xinghe said to him before he died.
"You must never mention to others that you know the Haori Glaze Kung Fu, otherwise you will definitely be killed."
"You must not..."
"You must not..."
Sui Xinghe's words echoed in Deng Fang's mind over and over again.
"Deng Fang, what's wrong with you?"
Yang Hanhan looked at the stunned Deng Fang, shook his arm and asked.
Deng Fang was startled and looked at Yang Hanhan: "Huh? Nothing, nothing..."
"What kind of martial arts is this? Do you value it so much?"
Deng Fang smiled awkwardly and replied: "Fire Palm!"
Yang Hanhan looked puzzled and muttered to himself: "Fire Palm...Fire Fire? Then Cui Sheng's body was burned to black charcoal that day, was it because of the Fiery Palm?"
Deng Fang nodded and admitted this.
Yang Hanhan was so happy that he immediately hugged Deng Fang's neck with both hands and spoke in a slightly coquettish tone.
"Then after you recover from your injury, you must protect me and never leave me!"
Deng Fang looked at Yang Hanhan's delicate face, laughed, hugged her in his arms, hugged his body hard, and then fell back, both of them lying on the haystack.
The donkey standing at the entrance of the cave turned around again and saw Deng Fang and Yang Hanhan hugging each other on the haystack. It seemed that this scene was a common sight, so he immediately turned his head and continued to stare at the heavy snow in a daze.
Slowly, the land originally covered by heavy snow has accumulated a thick layer of white snow.
The donkey tried to get out of the cave. When he stretched out his legs, his hooves completely sank into the snow.
Perhaps because he found it interesting, the donkey jumped into the snow and ran in the snow, leaving a long trail of footprints.
Running in the snow, the donkey is also very happy.
After running for a while, the donkey turned around and ran back. After a while, he saw the entrance of the cave and simply slowed down.
"Ah ah ah..." The donkey brayed and walked towards the cave.
When they arrived at the entrance of the cave, the donkey heard the gasping sound coming from inside, but did not go in. He just pricked up his ears and listened quietly.
After a while, the cave returned to silence.
The donkey seemed to have not had enough fun in the heavy snow. He stayed outside the cave, lying in the snow and letting the heavy snow fall on him. It was very comfortable.
Snowy nights in winter are always so charming.
Suddenly, the donkey seemed to hear something. It turned back and looked at the entrance of the cave, only to see Yang Hanhan walking out alone.
Donkey did not get up, but kept lying in the snow, looking at Yang Hanhan.
Yang Hanhan seemed to be in a good mood. He walked to the donkey, knelt down and touched the donkey's head with his hand.
Donkey was touched by Yang Hanhan and kept humming, seeming to like her very much.
The white snowflakes fell on the donkey's long eyelashes, making the donkey look very cute.
At this time, Yang Hanhan suddenly opened his mouth and said to the donkey: "Donkey, donkey, it's better for you. If you eat and drink enough, you won't have any worries."
Naturally, Donkey didn't understand what Yang Hanhan was talking about, so he could only look at her stupidly.
Yang Hanhan did not stop, touched the donkey's head, and continued: "But you still can't help yourself after all, just like people, but we still have the chance to change our destiny, but you don't."
After saying that, Yang Hanhan slowly stood up and looked down at the donkey.
At this moment, there was no tenderness in her eyes, and what was left was only coldness and helplessness.
Then, Yang Hanhan tightened the tight red robe with his hands, then crossed his hands on his chest, looked at the white snow in the distance, and sighed.
Her expression began to change.
Sometimes angry, sometimes painful, sometimes happy...
Finally, she seemed to have thought of something, and actually laughed out loud, and said slowly: "Deng Fang...haha, Deng Fang!"
