Fengyunyi

December [-]st of the first year of Yuancheng, New Year's Eve.

【Jiangyuan】

Today is the New Year’s Eve, the first snowfall, the sky is full of sunshine, the white snow is illuminated golden and very cute, the river garden is fresh and cozy, and the book boys and servants have been busy putting up lanterns and festoons early in the morning, Snow removal and sweeping are so lively.

Compared with the hustle and bustle outside, Xining Pavilion is still quiet and peaceful. Only Jiang Jingshu sits alone in front of the desk, quietly burning incense and reading scriptures. He is dressed in a green and white bamboo-pattern Confucian robe and has a thick fox fur shawl. The son is handsome and elegant. With soft color.

"Cough cough..."

Jiang Jingshu coughed hoarsely from time to time, since Shi Languan and his party that day, his coldness has increased a lot, and he can only stay in the pavilion for the past two days and is inconvenient to go out.

Qiu Ji came in with a thick red booklet: "Sir, this is the greeting card for all the dignitaries this year. They all want to see Old Master Jiang."

"Father is old." Jiang Jingshu focused on looking at the scriptures in his hand, without raising his head, and said, "I won't see anyone this year, so let's go back cough cough cough cough..."

"But there are some important officials of the imperial court... from the royal family and nobles." Qiu Ji said in embarrassment, "The old master traveled with you for three years, and finally came back this year. These princes and nobles must be eager to visit .”

Jiang Jingshu gently put down the scripture book in his hand, took the red booklet in Qiu Ji's hand, and flipped through it casually. After a long time, he said indifferently: "You write back to the person above, saying that on the third day of junior high school, Lulin Academy held seminars as usual. At that time, we will meet friends with literature and discuss Taoism with swords."

Qiu Ji nodded and took the red booklet. Seeing that Jiang Jingshu was still coughing, he said worriedly, "Sir, do you want to ask the doctor to look at it?"

"Haven't you seen it all, and drank all the medicine, it will get better." Jiang Jingshu smiled disapprovingly.

Qiu Ji nodded worriedly, then took out two invitations from his sleeve and handed them to Jiang Jingshu, saying, "This is from the Qin family, and the tenth day of the lunar new year is Young Master Qin's birthday."

"I know Zixu's birthday." Jiang Jingshu took the invitation and put it aside, and smiled helplessly, "I haven't been with him for the past three years, so maybe there will be trouble this year."

"Do you need to buy gifts?" Churchill asked.

"You can't buy the gift he wants." Jiang Jingshu looked down at the stove in his hand, and murmured unconsciously, "What he wants is a word from me."

"Ah?" Qiu Ji stared blankly at Jiang Jingshu.

Jiang Jingshu came back to his senses, and returned to his deserted look: "What else is there?"

"Yes, there is another invitation sent by the Qingshan faction, saying that there will be a sword appreciation meeting on the [-]th day." Qiu Ji continued to report.

"Yu Bin from the Qingshan faction." Jiang Jingshu frowned. He had been to the Qingshan faction three years ago. Yu Bin, the leader of the Qingshan faction, was obsessed with swords and collected famous swords everywhere. He had some friendship with Yu Bin, although He is not very interested in this sword appreciation competition, but this person can help him...

"At that time, the Absolute Beginning Sword, which has disappeared for 20 years, will be exhibited."

"In the beginning?! Cough, cough, cough..." Jiang Jingshu raised his head abruptly, the sudden unsteady breath made him cough heavily, his face turned pale and pale, and suddenly he lifted himself into his arms with a strong force, raised his head just right Facing Qin Feng's worried eyes.

"It's only been two days since I saw you, so the wind and cold are so severe." Qin Feng frowned and said dissatisfiedly, "You said you were wearing my cloak, why did you..."

"Aren't I wearing this?" Jiang Jingshu interrupted with a smile to Qin Feng, and sat up from the other's arms without leaving a trace, "Why are you here suddenly?"

Qin Feng glanced away and nodded in embarrassment. He quickly put on a straight face and said, "Can't I come and see you? Tell me, why is your illness getting worse?"

"Big winter, it's normal. I've already taken the medicine." Jiang Jingshu glanced casually at Qin Feng, and then he looked at Qiu Ji again and asked seriously, "You said Yu Bin had it in the beginning?"

Qiu Ji brought tea to comfort Jiang Jing, and continued: "Yu Bin said that he found Taichu, and this is the most eye-catching thing in this sword appreciation meeting, so it also caused a wave of enthusiasm in Wulin."

"The Sword Appreciation Conference of the Qingshan School? My father also received the invitation, and he plans to let me go on his behalf." Qin Feng's eyes lit up.

"Uncle Naji replied to Sect Leader Yu for me, and I will definitely visit then." Jiang Jingshu nodded.

"Yes." Qiu Ji stood up and saluted before stepping back.

After Qiu Ji left, the Nuan Pavilion also became quiet. Jiang Jingshu coughed a few times and planned to pick up the scriptures to continue reading, but Qin Feng snatched them as soon as he turned a page.

Jiang Jingshu glanced at Qin Feng, took out another book from the side, and Qin Feng snatched it as soon as he opened a page. After going back and forth for three or four books, Jiang Jingshu finally couldn't help it. Aloud: "What are you going to do?"

"A patient should look like a patient." Qin Feng folded the book properly and put it back to its original place, chattering, "I'll accompany you to the back mountain to get some fresh air, and I'll be bored here all day reading No wonder you get sick."

"Young Master Qin is really lenient." Jiang Jingshu said with a light smile.

"Do you think I care about everyone?" Qin Feng clasped his hands on his chest coolly, rolled his eyes and continued, "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be bothered."

"I, a useless scholar, bother Young Master Qin so much, I really feel sorry for it." Jiang Jingshu sighed, stood up slowly with some difficulty, tidied his clothes gracefully, and was about to leave.

"What nonsense are you talking about... Where are you going?" Qin Feng also hurriedly got up to follow, not forgetting to bring his umbrella.

Jiang Jingshu stopped suddenly: "Aren't you going to accompany me to the back mountain to get some air?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Qin Feng walked side by side with Jiang Jingshu with a smile on his face, and put his hand on the other's waist without hesitation, letting the other's weight fall on him.

Jiang Jingshu looked at Qin Feng's satisfied look, and laughed it off, it's not bad if someone is willing to be a pillow.

"Xiao Shu, I told you that your hair looks better with silk ribbons. You think it yourself." Qin Feng looked at Jiang Jingshu's elegant and soft attire with admiration, and raised his hand to tidy up Jiang Jingshu's hair .

"You don't care about me." Jiang Jingshu said leisurely.

"Hey, I really want to take care of you." Qin Feng shook his head and sighed.

Jiang Jingshu glanced at Qin Feng and remained silent. The atmosphere between the two of them suddenly became subtle, awkward and silent. They just walked on the snowy field and went to the snowy forest in the back mountain.

Even if it has been silent for three years, it will always surface.

*****

The back mountain of Jiangyuan is a snowy forest at the foot of Lulin Mountain. Frost covers the residual branches, and the snow is thickly piled up on the stone road. A few winter birds chirp and shuttle in the white snow, startling the snow and frost between the tree branches.

Qin Feng held the umbrella in one hand and hugged Jiang Jingshu in the other. The two walked silently in the snowy forest. From time to time, snow flakes fell on the umbrella surface and made a "rustling" sound.

Walking all the way, Qin Feng's eyes kept looking into the distance, and he suddenly said: "It's been a long time since I walked away with you quietly."

"You changed your ways to come out alone with me, so you can say whatever you want." Jiang Jingshu said calmly.

Qin Feng stopped suddenly, and he looked at Jiang Jingshu with a rare serious and serious expression: "I thought you would take the initiative to tell me your answer when you came back."

"Is this answer really that important to you?" Jiang Jingshu replied flatly, but his hands hidden in his sleeves were clenched into fists.

"Three years have passed, I haven't changed, what about you?"

"This evil fate is like this thick snow." Jiang Jingshu smiled and pretended to be calm, "You see it covers everything now, and when the spring sun shines, it will disappear without a trace. nothingness."

"That's because you don't want to believe me." Qin Feng frowned, and pulled Jiang Jingshu into his arms with all his strength. He stared at the other party's breezy eyes with a slightly dissatisfied tone, "Three years ago you He said he wanted to think about it, but he left Shangyi the next day, and now you come back, I tell you that I haven't changed, you still don't believe me?"

"I came back because I think I can face you." Jiang Jingshu forced himself to look at Qin Feng.

"This is your answer?" Qin Feng smiled bitterly, "I haven't changed, but you have, right?"

Jiang Jingshu was slightly taken aback, he saw Qin Feng in front of him suddenly unable to answer, his face gradually became pale and weak, and the calmness he had held on for a long time was gradually disintegrated.

"Am I right?" Qin Feng laughed at himself.

"Zixu, why don't you understand..." Jiang Jingshu lowered his eyes, his breath was messy.

"Xiao Shu, my father showed me a bunch of portraits of ladies this morning." Qin Feng smiled slightly, "On my birthday, there will be many famous ladies present."

"As I said, when the cold winter passes, the snow will melt away." Jiang Jingshu said quietly.

Qin Feng's face turned cold, and he suddenly put Jiang Jingshu's thin body in his arms and hugged him tightly: "But I only want you."

Jiang Jingshu smiled wryly: "If I promise you, but you can't resist the wife your father chose for you, do you want me to watch you marry someone else and have children?"

"I won't marry even if I die, and my father won't kill me..." Qin Feng was quite headstrong.

"You are the only son of the Qin family, and you are supposed to carry on the family line. Do you think you can resist?" Jiang Jingshu's tone became weaker and weaker, "Three years later, you have not changed, and neither has the Qin family."

In one sentence, Qin Feng endured the pain in his heart, and his bright eyes were covered with a layer of childish mist: "I am not reconciled, I really like you."

Jiang Jingshu's face became even paler, and his clear and indifferent eyes became confused and struggling, like an elk lost in the deep forest. Anxiety and pain catalyzed his body's illness, causing him a headache and dizziness.

Qin Feng pursed his lips and asked with a sob: "Qingmo, do you still have that bundle of hair?"

"I……"

Afraid of hearing the apologetic negative, Qin Feng hugged Jiang Jingshu and said hastily: "I know you must still have it."

"I'm sorry, cough, cough... cough, cough..." Jiang Jingshu murmured bitterly, but when the words came out of his mouth, there was only an uncomfortable heavy cough, as if even his lungs were about to be coughed out.

"What's wrong?!"

Su Umbrella fell to the snow without a sound, Qin Feng pulled Jiang Jingshu out of his arms in astonishment, and saw that the other party's face was terribly pale and his breath was weak.

"It's okay...I'm coughing and coughing at you...I'll just go back and drink some medicine..." Jiang Jingshu smiled wearily.

"Are you joking at this time? I'll take you back to drink medicine and rest." Qin Feng hugged Jiang Jingshu by the waist in panic, and flew back to Jiangyuan directly with light work.

Frost and snow in the cold winter will melt in the sun.