My bamboo horse is a broken sleeve

"Han Zhuo, let me just ask you one question, apart from the brotherhood between you and me, don't you have any other feelings for me all these years?"

"No."

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"It's another year of frost and snow, this year's plum blossoms are also in bloom, Yingfeng, why haven't you come back..."

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During the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, the cold wind is biting cold, and most people choose to stay at home and warm up by the fire.A cup of hot tea, a few homely words, guests coming and going, so pleasant.

The ten-mile long street wrapped in silver is different from the usual grand scene in the past, but there are some people who do not take the usual way.

While the snow was swaying, a brisk figure jumped on the roof, holding a pot of wine in his right hand, with a smile on his thin lips like rose petals, he looked in a good mood, as if he was looking forward to something.A few strands of long hair splashed with ink were tied up, and a red silk ribbon was tied into a knot, with blue silk entangled in it, gently fluttering in the wind...

Occasionally, a passer-by would look up, or a girl from a house would be surprised when she opened the window—"Eh? Look, isn't that Mr. Xue?" "Yeah, it's so cold, what is he doing running on the roof? "...

Occasionally hearing a few broken words, the corners of his eyes could not help but slightly raised, making those slender fox-like eyes even more charming, and the crystal clear pupils glowed with glass against the seductive eyes. Such a beautiful style.

Every time he came out of Xuefu, it would take him about an hour to reach Hanfu with his foot strength, but no matter it was windy or rainy, he would run to Hanfu every three days. Mr. Han's family often lays down for a whole day.

No, the cold wind blew his face pale, and he stepped into the courtyard and shook off the frost and snow. Before he saw anyone, Xue Yingfeng said to himself: "It snowed heavily the night before, and I didn't realize that there were three or two branches of red plum blossoms." As he spoke, he untied the dark red snow-white sable collar cloak on his body, walked straight to the side as if he was entering his own house, hung the cloak on the girder and straightened his clothes, but refused to let go of the wine.When he looked up, he saw Han Yan at the other end of the room, sitting quietly beside the desks, writing something on the scroll with a pen and ink.

When he is concentrating, the black jade eyes in the peach blossom eyes are as mysterious as the deep night sky, which is particularly eye-catching, and people can't help but fall into it. Among the few strands of black hair at the corners of the temples, it is faintly like a veil adding a touch of softness; his back-length hair is tied high and tied with a silver crown, and it flickers in the sunlight that penetrates through the window lattice, as if sprinkled on the lake. Glittering gleams.

Han Yan ignored him, and Xue Yingfeng was not surprised, it was just a common thing, he was the one talking to himself most of the time.

"Are you practicing calligraphy?" When she saw Han Yan, she couldn't help but feel the smile deepening, Xue Yingfeng walked over with a smile, only then saw that he was drawing a plum blossom, Xue Yingfeng was a little surprised, and asked jokingly He said, "Hey, how can Mr. Han know how to draw plum blossoms? Don't you not like plum blossoms?"

"How many people in the world don't appreciate plums? It's just that you are too infatuated with plums, so I don't want to see them."

"What do you mean, don't you mean you don't want to see me, why are you beating around the bush and saying these things?" Xue Yingfeng looked sideways at Han Yan, as if waiting for his explanation, but Han Yan just raised his head and glanced at him, revealing an expression on his face Reluctantly, he shook his head and sighed lightly, and continued to concentrate on his "creation"...

Of course, being ignored by Han Yan is commonplace.Ignore him, and he doesn't think there's anything wrong with it, because Xue Yingfeng can always find something to say... For example, now, when he doesn't answer the question, he starts to "point fingers" at Han Yan's paintings, judging from the eyes of a senior plum lover ——

"Xiao Yan, let me see. I always feel that there is something wrong with your plum painting." As he spoke, he nodded his head pretending to be profound, raised his hand to caress his chin, and his slender fingers touched his lips inadvertently, like a dragonfly touching water. They don't know how charming and sultry this attitude is in the eyes of others.

However, Han Yan has long been used to Xue Yingfeng's unintentional provocative actions, so he naturally falls outside the category of "others".What he cares about at this moment is the plum blossom in his writing...

"What's the shortcoming?" Because Xue Yingfeng's understanding of plum blossoms was beyond his own ability, and Han Yan took this painting very seriously, so it was rare for him to listen to Xue Yingfeng's words.

This time, Xue Yingfeng didn't answer in a hurry, and she smiled brightly, which really made Han Yu feel like she was in a fog, and she didn't know why...

Before he could open his mouth to ask, Xue Yingfeng put the jug down, swirled to the sword stand and drew out a long sword with a golden handle, and suddenly jumped out, and lightly fell to the courtyard, bringing up a circle of snowflakes like flying catkins.Dance with swords, plum blossoms with three belts, sweeping the breeze to roll up plain white, falling red accompanied by flying sky...

The slender eyes are smiling, outlining a beautiful picture scroll, like a sword dancing plum.

The plum blossoms were covered with snow, and the snow finally closed the sword against the wind. The bright and beautiful face became more and more brilliant under the soft light of the snow, "Now you understand what is missing, what is it?"

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