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    After noon, the sun faded, the sky turned overcast, and snow flew down from a height of ten thousand feet, covering the courtyard densely.  Under the lamp, you can see the flying snow in the distance, and occasionally pieces of water mist float from the hot spring, adding a bit of deep tranquility to the snowy scene in the deep garden.

    Shen Yu had no time to appreciate it carefully.  From time to time, he glanced at the two people standing under the old tree in the courtyard. He only stood there for a while, and unknowingly, he had already sighed all the energy he had spent in the year.

    With some entanglement and annoyance, Lord Shen sighed heavily.  As soon as he saw the hands held tightly by these two people, he felt a headache, and he felt a little awkward. What kind of thing could two women be together?  !

    But when he thought about Luo Yuanqiu really marrying someone else, Shen Yu shuddered and felt that the process of this matter was almost unimaginable.  Compared with this matter, she and Jing Lan seemed extra normal when they were together.

    After ten years of separation, the shadow left by the senior sister in his heart has faded a lot, but it is still a result of habit. When he was young, he was afraid, and when he suddenly saw her again, he still felt frightened.  To be fair, aside from the past where Shen Yu was chased all over the mountain by his senior sister and hung upside down from a treetop, the senior sister in his memory was just a little girl about the same age as his niece. Both of her parents had died, she was suffering from chronic illness, and she was living alone.  Being on the mountain with an old Taoist all day long, and having no one to rely on anymore, this kind of life experience really makes the listener sad.

    It is true that Shen Yu is afraid of this senior sister, but he also has some sympathy in his heart.  Xuan Qingzi never looked like an elder, he was a dispensable existence.  Luo Yuanqiu was young and had grown on his own like a plant for many years, but he had to grow up eventually, and Xuan Qingzi didn't see any plans.  As a junior brother, Shen Yu secretly felt like a father and a brother and wanted to make some plans for his senior sister's future.  He had already thought about it before. After he finished his studies and left the mountain, he would invite his senior sister to his home and raise her in a beautiful place like those noble ladies from aristocratic families!

    To this day, the senior sister is still growing randomly like a sunny plant. It has been ten years since she grew up, but her appearance and personality are still the same as before.  In shock, Shen Yu spontaneously put away the half of his heart that he wanted to be an elder brother, because a brother could still teach his younger sister, but he could only be like an old father, pampering his younger daughter at a loss, and he could only worry about it.

    Master Shen stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at the flying snow in the sky and continued to sigh.  Glancing under the tree from the corner of his eye, he felt depressed for a while. He felt that the current situation was just like the scene in the play where the daughter has a secret meeting with her lover and the father beats the mandarin duck.  It's a pity that he can never afford to offend this "daughter", and the "lover" is also not easy to offend, and there is no mention of beating the couple.  If these two people join forces, they can probably beat him up and hang him on the city wall.

    This terrible thought passed away in a flash, and Shen Yu secretly thought that it would be better for him to stand still and not move.  Thinking of the scene in the room just now, he frowned deeply, and this time he didn't even have the strength to sigh.

    Luo Yuanqiu probably really didn't care. When Jinglan asked her when she lost her sense of taste, she actually said she forgot.  Jing Lan was unusually calm and said, "This time it was taste, what will it be next time? If a person loses his five senses, how is he different from a dead person?"

    Luo Yuanqiu said without thinking: "I have already died once. If I am not afraid of dying again, it is not a big deal."

    Even Shen Yu felt a little palpitated after hearing this, let alone Jing Lan.  She pulled Luo Yuanqiu over without any hesitation and said, "Come with me."

    Shen Yu watched the two of them go out and talk under the old tree, while he stood far away, still feeling uneasy.  Whenever I think quietly at night and recall the past, the death of my senior sister seems like a knot that can never be untied. No one wants to untie it and no one can untie it.

    Just when everyone thought that this knot in their hearts would be unsolvable in this life, the appearance of Luo Yuanqiu seemed to show signs of loosening.  Shen Yu also secretly rejoiced, after all, no one wanted to live like this for the rest of his life with a knot in his heart, so it was time to get rid of it.  Since the senior sister is not dead, does it mean that she never really died back then, maybe she just temporarily faked her death for some reasons and then woke up.

    But Shen Yu was no longer happy today. His whole body was filled with chills. All his assumptions and conjectures no longer existed. Senior sister really died once!

    For a moment, Shen Yu was as if he lost his perception, and he was indifferent to the snow.  The cold wind was howling and the snow was blowing in the east and west. He seemed to be floating in the waves. He couldn't help but look back at the tree - this time, was he going to watch his senior sister die helplessly again?

    Under the tree, Luo Yuanqiu observed the words, stared at Jing Lan's face and asked tentatively: "What's wrong with you? Are you angry?"

    Jing Lan was silent for a moment and said, "I'm thinking about something."

    "What's up?"

    She glanced at Luo Yuanqiu with a normal expression and said in a very light tone: "If you die again this time, then I don't want to live anymore."

    &nbs??: "Want to see me cry?"

    Luo Yuanqiu waved his hand and said, "That doesn't have to be like this."

    After a while, she curiously went over and poked Jinglan's face: "Are you really crying?"

    Jinglan ignored her and turned his back.  Luo Yuanqiu stood aside in a daze, falling into deep trouble.  She has so many classmates, and among them there is a junior brother who is not far away.  If everyone is like Jing Lan, then her senior sister's majesty may not be preserved!

    You can have many junior brothers and sisters, but you can only have one Taoist companion.  Thinking about it this way, Luo Yuanqiu felt a little more balanced.

    The two stood side by side under the tree. Luo Yuanqiu calmed down and took the initiative to hold Jing Lan's hand.  She raised her eyes and looked into the distance. The snow was the snow she was accustomed to seeing, and the people were people from the old days. In the endless heavy snow, the old years were passing away, and those who had never paid attention to the scenery became vivid for no reason.

    This rolling world of mortals and fireworks will eventually leave behind her story.  Perhaps she passed it off in a few words. She didn't express her thoughts, but she knew the cause and effect. She wanted to hide them between the lines and let others guess.  At this moment, she smiled at the people around her and said, "Will you go back to the mountains with me next year to see the snow?"

    Jing Lan raised the corners of his lips slightly and replied, "Of course."

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    I went to the emergency room the night before yesterday. I thought I was really destined to the hospital.  Returning here again, I can't help but wonder, is there really a destiny?  Did someone arrange the script for my bad luck?  Yes, maybe at my age, it¡¯s time to devote myself to religion and find a spiritual sustenance for myself.  After many comparisons, I decided to join the Feitian Spaghetti Cult and became a loyal believer on the spot. I would like to bless every noodle with strong chews and smooth elasticity.  Each hair is like a noodle, growing as you pull it, no longer bald, ramen.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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