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Three years later,
It was a bitterly cold day in January.
It's the cold winter season, with heavy snow flying, white snow, the sky and the earth are covered with a vast snow color, covering every corner of the world.
Fine fine pieces of snow fell from the sky, clean and pure.
Like a world sealed by ice and snow.
And in an antique town, there are pictures of ancient ink and wash everywhere, as if they are a family living in landscape paintings.
Among the taverns on the corner of the long street, there is a three-story tavern, with an antique black plaque hanging on it, and the gold-plated font is elegant and elegant.
"What happened next? What happened to them then?"
The owner of the tavern was fascinated for a while, sat on the window seat of the tavern, sighed twice, and couldn't help asking.
In front of him,
She is a very good-looking woman, wearing a loose snow-white fleece with a small circle of snow-white fluff around the neckline, which complements her fair complexion. The black trousers make her legs straight, and she puts the beige down jacket beside her. .
Her face is just right and exquisite, flamboyantly beautiful, with a certain aggressiveness, and her profile is beautiful. At this moment, her long eyelashes are slightly lowered, and she is lazily holding a glass of warm wine to warm her hands.
Hearing what the tavern owner said, the man raised his beautiful dark eyebrows lightly, and the purple broken diamond earrings on the crystal earlobe shone slightly, and he wanted to say something.
But this is,
Suddenly, a slender and straight figure walked into the tavern. The black down jacket was very slim, intertwined with the fair complexion to create a sense of cold abstinence, and the aura was also noble and indifferent.
Without even looking around, he locked onto the woman's eyebrows in the first moment, and walked purposefully towards the window step by step.
"Nan Xiaojiu."
Han Jinyan called her name coldly, his straight and tall figure stopped in front of Nan Jiu, casting a beautiful shadow, his deep and dark pupils reflected the light of snow, sparkling with fine snow, at this moment He stared at Nan Jiu twice.
Quite unhappy, but more helpless and pampered.
"It was agreed to go out for half an hour, and you have already exceeded thirteen minutes."
Nanjiu blinked at Han Jinyan, smiled wantonly, revealing two intoxicating dimples: "It's something, I'm telling a story."
Han Jinyan's face darkened, and he asked coldly, "Telling stories to strangers is more important than being with me?"
Nan Jiu coughed lightly, straightened up, approached the man's ear, and whispered a word to him.
"It's our story."
Han Jinyan paused for a moment, held Nan Jiu's hand calmly, and interlocked his fingers, "Then you can't forget me next time."
Nan Jiu responded: "Okay, okay, how could I forget you, my good Yanyan."
The owner of the tavern was stunned for a moment, looking at the handsome couple standing in front of him, "This is your boyfriend?"
Nan Jiu said yes, unhurriedly shaking the hand he was holding with Han Jinyan, an obvious answer.
The owner of the teahouse praised with a smile: "You really deserve it."
Nan Jiu smiled politely.
"Jiujiu, go home." Han Jinyan said to her, and picked up the down jacket that the woman put aside. It was a gentle movement that did not match the cold appearance, and she put it on Nanjiu, with slender and white hands Pressing against the edge of the down jacket, the eyes are bright and snow-colored.
"Well, let's go." Nan Jiu nodded slightly, put on the down jacket, and walked outside the tavern with Han Jinyan. When he reached the door, he suddenly thought of something, turned around and challenged the tavern owner wantonly. Eyebrows, smiling like the morning sun.
"Laterthey have been together since then."
The woman's voice was crisp and clear, falling between the sky and the earth, floating in the north wind together with the cold snowflakes.
After finishing speaking,
Nan Jiu smiled and urged Han Jinyan to go home quickly.
The tavern owner was stunned for a moment, still a little unresponsive, and then recalled their names just now.
Nan Xiaojiu.
Yan Yan.
And the story she told before
The tavern owner slapped his head and suddenly realized that everything was threaded into a thread.
It turns out that this is a real picture in the world, and it is a story between them!
The owner of the tavern hurriedly chased after him recklessly, rushed to the entrance of the tavern, stood there, looked at the two figures in the distance, and paused again, without blinking his eyes.Blinking stared at such a picture.
Han Jinyan led Nanjiu out of the tavern, and walked along this long street that was overturned by white snow. There was a thin layer of ice along the way, and it was a very long journey.
And they walked together, inseparable, and the crystal snow fell on them one after another, like a picture in a scroll.
The tavern owner just smiled and said nothing, just looked at it like this.
Is this your story?
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He suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "I wish you happiness!"
Not far away,
Nan Jiu heard such a voice, turned around to look in the ice and snow, waved his hand, and said melodiously: "Thank you, we will!"
Such a short but powerful dialogue was blown away by the north wind and crushed in the air, which is a trace of real existence.
"Always happy?" Han Jinyan lowered his eyes, his thin lips curved slightly, and his voice was deep.
"Why, isn't it?" After Nan Jiu finished speaking, he turned around and looked sideways, raising his eyebrows arrogantly.
"Yes." Han Jinyan took her hand, promised softly, verbatim: "We will always be together."
Nanjiu thought of something, looked at Han Jinyan curiously, and asked lazily, curiously: "Yanyan, how do you know I'm here?"
He replied coldly and indifferently: "Guess."
"Guess? So accurate?"
"Um."
"Then, is it telepathy?"
"The telepathy between us."
"That's amazing."
"It's amazing, but there is a more important question Miss me?"
"I think so, Nanjiu misses Han Jinyan."
The conversation between two people is natural and gentle, which represents the lingering heartbeat.
The voice after sentence was facing the north wind, and it was a little bit broken by the biting cold wind. It didn't sound very real, but it floated in the air word by word, and the silent traces were engraved by time.
They walked on the long street, with their fingers intertwined like this, as if they could live forever.
The tavern on the corner of the street kept getting longer and farther away, and finally turned into a dot of ink until it could no longer be seen.
The world is vast, a vast expanse of whiteness, and there are scenes of snow and ice everywhere, and the white snow capsizes the world.
They were facing the wind and snow, and the front was the direction of home. The long and slanted shadows fell on the ground, intertwined and overturned together.
The cold wind entangled the corners of their clothes, and then separated them in an instant, but touched them unconsciously.
The wind passed,
There is still a faint fragrance of cleanliness in the air. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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