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The train passed through the snow-covered cave, plunged into the mud like a white python, and disappeared without a trace.

The snowy day is quiet, except for the snoring of the companions in the car, only the rumble of the train running and rolling over the rails can be heard.

Fang Cibing looked sideways out of the window, his handsome face was reflected on the glass, hidden in the pine forest outside the car, looking extraordinarily lonely.The pine forest is deep and deep, like in an ink painting, extending infinitely far away, hiding in the hazy and thin blank space.

Naturally, I would not think of verses such as "returning to the scene and entering the deep forest". This is a foreign context.

It was night when I got off the car, the snow was dazzling and the moon was shining like a wash.The hot spring hotel in the couch is simply decorated, with a few tatami mats, bamboo, stone, paper, wood, and wabi sabi.

Fang Suixue put her luggage on the wooden table and sat cross-legged. Friends around said: "It's very simple."

I could hear the disdain, and the complaints along the way—if it wasn't for the sincere invitation of the other party to communicate, who would come to this small place where birds don't shit.

But Fang Cibing did not deny that it was indeed very simple.

He got up, poured a few cups of warm water for them with a teacup: "Even though it is simple, you can still see the beauty of elegance."

The friend smiled: "It seems that there is no lack of beauty in the world, but that we lack Ci Bing's insightful eyes for discovering beauty."

Fang Cibing has a good temper, and everyone likes to make fun of him, and every time this happens, he just laughs it off.

Fang Cibing shook his head, and sighed with a smile: "You always make fun of me, I will never come out with you again."

"Don't tell me, if it wasn't for you, they wouldn't invite us to the literary club." The president shouted outside the door.

Entering the mysterious realm always makes people feel that something out of this world can happen.The 13-year-old Huafa was also able to glimpse the most unforgettable grand scene in his life in such a snowy day.

That day, the flower raft passed by the court with a wooden barrel. Maybe the hot spring water in the barrel was filled too much, and part of it swung out, melting a small piece of snow.

Fog shrouded a courtyard, and dead branches pierced the white sky.The man stands inside the house, the mountains behind the house are revealed through the windows on the other side, and his face has an unpredictable, supernatural divinity in the painting framed in a wooden frame.

The flower raft made a hiss, and its ten toes curled up uncomfortably.

Fang Cibing turned his head, and his chiseled face was exposed from the white turtleneck sweater. From the perspective of the flower raft, it was half shadow and half light.

"Are you burned?" Fang Cibing put down his pen, walked over and squatted down, examining the feet of the boy with red backs.

The boy didn't respond, and Fang Cibing remembered that this was in Japan, and he should speak Japanese.

He said it again in Japanese, but unexpectedly the boy answered him in jerky Chinese: "No burns, thank you sir for your concern."

But the instep looked blistered no matter what, it didn't look like it wasn't burnt, Fang Cibing insisted on taking him into the house and looking for scalding medicine for him.

Hua Fa thought to herself, she was used to it, how could she be so delicate.

But the gentleman in front of him made him feel very comfortable, and there was nothing to do at home, so he simply stayed obediently and passed the time.

He walked around the room and cast his eyes on the painting Fang Cibing had just drawn.

Sparse pine forest, a large blank.

"I'm sorry for not being good at painting." Fang Cibing came over and said to him.

"It's beautiful." Hua Fa smiled, the fox's eyes narrowed, and his tone suddenly dropped: "I just feel very sad."

The sorrow of the pine forest is like the sorrow of the world, and it is also like the sorrow of love between men and women, which can be felt but not seen.

"Sorrow?" Fang Cibing's soft brows and eyes frowned and eased, and he smiled lightly, "There is no sadness. China pays attention to the incomplete, to dilute the peace, which is different from your material sorrow."

At that time, Huafa knew that the perishability of falling cherry blossoms hanging on the small island, the disillusionment and nothingness in the turmoil of the seashore, this man who was backed by a stable river and mountain would never be able to empathize with him.

"What's your name?" Fang Cibing asked.

"Hua Fa. My father is Chinese, his surname is Hua." Hua Fai said.

"How did you come here?"

"My mother works in a nearby silkworm house, and I work in a hot spring hotel."

"Oh, that's it." Fang Cibing smiled, showing the special barriers that people with a good life hear when they hear about others' hardships.

"What about you? What's your name?" Although there are many Chinese people coming and going, it is the first time that Huafa has communicated with Chinese people other than his father.

"Fang Cibing." Fang Cibing said.

"Fang Cibing." Hua Fai read, but she was illiterate, just like reading, there was sound in her mouth, but invisible in her mind.

Fang Cibing saw his blank face, walked to the rice paper and wrote a few words, beckoning Hua Fu: "Come here, I will teach you how to write."

The touch of the palms and the backs of the hands is warm and cool, and the chest behind her is more generous than her own.Fang Cibing held him and led him to write.

"Fang Cibing."

Many years later, Hua Fai saw the sentence "If it is like the end of the moon's wheel, it will be as warm as ice and snow".

I have never regretted that the first Chinese word I could write was not my name, but Fang Cibing.

When leaving, Huafa took away all the wagashi, and the instep was carefully smeared with ointment and wrapped with gauze.

In this way, Huafa became a frequent visitor to Fang Cibing's yard. As long as the literary club does not open, Fang Cibing will wait for him in the house.

Huafa is a blank slate. Although he has not read much, he learns quickly and is smarter than those who have read books before, because he will not be restrained by the previous set.

People who read a lot are good teachers, and Fang Cibing is no exception.When he had free time, he would pull Huafa and analyze it for him from word to sentence and from beginning to end. Huafa was always very patient.

Fang Cibing often feels that although he has only known Huafa for a few days, he is more connected than his friends who have known each other for many years.

That day, he continued to discuss with Hua Fa until dusk, when he was interrupted by his friend's arrogant opening of the door.

"I think that haiku is more about things, while Tang poetry and Song poetry blend emotion into scenery, and don't write about people, but people can be seen everywhere." Huafa ignored the person and continued.

"Yes, haiku is much cooler. It's impermanence, futility, and emptiness." Fang Cibing replied, smiling at his friend, "Are you back?"

His friend snorted coldly and closed the door: "It's no wonder I have to go to the Wenshe, it turns out it's open in the house."

Fang Cibing introduced: "This is a flower raft."

"I know, your 'little friend'." The man smiled inexplicably, "When you come to Japan, of course you have to try your spirits and cultivate your sexuality, especially if you have a ready-made little beauty."

Fang Cibing's face turned cold, and he stood up and said, "Abo, what you said is insulting to gentlemen."

"I don't know who closed the door and swept the floor gracefully." Abo shook his head and entered his room.

That night, Fang Cibing broke up with the group of people, packed up his things, and found another place to live.

"Will you come back?" Hua Fa stood on the Lin Hai ice field, looking at him.

"It's time for me to go home." Fang Cibing smiled, and the spring breeze turned into rain.

"You don't want to stay here, because you like the prosperity of the country? Can't let go of your 'thousands of miles of joyful wind'?"

"Good wind and beautiful moon, there are everywhere, how can I feel different?"

Hua Fa stopped talking, but she secretly rejoiced in her heart. Fang Ci Bing didn't hate this place, nor did he hate him.

Fang Cibing is a gentleman, different from a gentleman in the West, it is a very Chinese word.

The place where his father used to dream about, why don't we just go and see it?Even if Fang Cibing doesn't come back, he can go to him.

Saying goodbye to Fang Cibing, we will never see each other again, but the pride and elegance are like a seed, deeply rooted in his heart.

But when he arrived in China, he found that a wanderer is always a wanderer, and the poor are always poor.The wind, flowers, snow and moon saved the literati's heart in dire straits, but they couldn't satisfy his rumbling stomach.

He couldn't fit into Fang Cibing's circle, and even struggled to live close to him.

He even began to doubt whether the person he came here to pursue was getting further and further away from him, or getting closer.

Bright moon and clear breeze, Mr. with a bright future.

It's better to break that pride, trap that Fengya, and drag him into the quagmire he is in.

After hearing that Huafa was in a car accident, Fang Cibing was confused for a moment, and ran to the foot of the mountain where Huafa often lived to find him, but he was trapped in the cave and couldn't get out.

The flower raft was on fire and chatted with him day and night.

He also let him.

After all, a person with a rotten heart is better than a dead one.Fang Cibing was surprised when his bottom line became so low.

"Fang Cibing, do you know? On the day you married Ye Suilu, I thought of a word, son-in-law." Hua Fa squatted in front of him, looking at him with bright eyes.

Fang Cibing frowned, unwilling to pay attention.

"Destroy your own life's future and become a wealthy and idle person for the rest of your life. Are you happy or hurt?"

"I'm happy." Fang Cibing raised his eyes and looked at him, which was clearly a blunt knife in Hua Fa's eyes.

"You're lying." Hua Fa gritted her teeth.

"I'm not lying. Seeking benevolence and gaining benevolence, I admit it." Fang Cibing's face was light.

"I feel pain for you!" Hua Fu gritted her teeth, "Why did you agree to her terms?"

"Flower Raft." Fang Cibing's eyes were cold, as if looking at a child who did something wrong, "You designed this by yourself."

"Yes, I designed it all by myself. I intentionally made a counterfeit to lure Ye Suilu into exchanging the sky for another day, causing your family to be ruined. I also deliberately put the counterfeit in the tomb for people to catch and go to prison to approach Fang Suixue and let him Go out and seek revenge from the Ye family. What I have in mind is to make your two families restless. Now everyone has abandoned you, and you only have me."

"You're not standing by my side either." Fang Cibing raised his head and laughed sarcastically.

Up until now, everyone wanted to force him to rob him, but he was always alone.

"I won't let you tell them the truth, I won't let you go." Hua Fa didn't deny it, just said.

"I won't tell them." Fang Cibing said indifferently, "You don't have to let me go, but I didn't stay voluntarily."

"Fang Cibing, divorce Ye Suilu! You know, I'm so tortured that I can't sleep every day." Hua Fa leaned in front of Fang Cibing, pinched his thin chin, pressed her cherry lips to them, and swept them hotly. Ci Bing just frowned and dodged.

"you hate me?"

Fang Cibing was silent.

From a very young age, he knew what he should do and what kind of person he should be.

I don't aim for the world, and I don't chase fame and fortune, but I stand in the world and I should do my part.

Loyal devotion to family members is a responsibility, Ye Suilu's promised transaction is a responsibility, and the guilt and affection for Huafa is also a responsibility.

But from the moment he stepped out of Ye's house, he had already made a choice.

He knew how distressed Hua Fai was when he came to China to look for him and was imprisoned for a crime, and how disappointed he was when he learned the truth.

But it's all his fault, and he doesn't hold a grudge against anyone.

Hua Raft frantically asked for his response. He had been burned to ashes and had to go back and forth in the frozen lake and sea of ​​fire. His body was full of uncontrollable pleasure, but his heart was occupied by shame and immorality.

In Huafa's bloodline, there are contradictions in the Snow Country.Cowardly and cruel, meek and tough, a beauty test that even the spring breeze can't pass.

The flower raft finally let him go, the absurdity in the cave is beyond the comprehension of outsiders.

Hua Fai returned to her home country, and told Sui Chen and Tan Xue that she was going home to find her parents, and they were very relieved.

He mentioned his parents many times, but Fang Cibing knew that there was no silkworm house behind the hot spring hotel, and Huafa had no parents for a long time.

I once heard him say the meaning of his name, cherry blossom petals floating on the water, like a boat.I would rather go with the flow than be alone all my life.

There is no one in my homeland, I have been an orphan, and I have been an orphan all my life.

He lost his mind and was stared at by Ye Languo for a long time.Now Fang Cibing can only go to Ye's house to see his son on weekends.

"Where did you talk?" Fang Cibing smiled.

"Speaking of the sadness of poetry." Ye Languo responded obediently, "You mentioned the saddest poem, but you haven't said which line it is."

"Which sentence." Fang Cibing murmured, "Why cut the candles in the west window together, but talk about the rainy night in Bashan."

"It sounds like hope." Ye Languo said.

"It's sad. When the poet wrote this poem, his wife had passed away." Fang Cibing said.

"So, when you can meet, you should cherish it." Ye Languo smiled innocently.

"That's right." Fang Cibing patted his son's head.

Maybe sometime, he will go to Snow Country again.Maybe next year, maybe next month, maybe tomorrow.

The author has something to say: As of today, all the content has been updated!Nice to meet you all~ Goodbye by fate~