tired spring return

Xinxue pours a cup of memory to new wine.

--Tang Bai Juyi "The wine is ripe in the snow, if you want to take a visit to Wu Jian, send this poem first"

Feng Chun and Cheng Xiaozhuo were not stingy, and gave him a look of anticipation in return.

With a slight smile, Pei Minzhi took out the folding fan from his pocket, shook his head and fanned it twice.Imitating the mood of a literati, he continued politely:

"When I asked for directions yesterday, I heard someone say that along this path, there is a lake named Mirror Lake within a few miles. The lake there is clear and quiet, although it is not as famous as the West Lake. , but it is also a good place to express your love for mountains and rivers.

I don’t know what kind of beauty the mirror lake covered by snow will look like.”

Pei Minzhi closed the folding fan with a snap, pointed straight ahead and said loudly:

"Let's go explore together."

Cheng Xiaozhuo stared at his strange appearance and laughed.

Feng Chun changed his previous silent and reserved manner, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand to echo him,

"It's rare for the son to be so elegant, Feng Chun is naturally willing to accompany him."

After finishing this sentence, Feng Chun suddenly thought of something,

"Young master, have a drink, wait a moment, I suddenly remembered that I need to prepare something."

Then, without waiting for Pei Minzhi's response, he hurriedly turned around and walked towards the inn again facing the snowflakes flying all over the sky.

Pei Minzhi winked at Cheng Xiaozhuo,

"Have a drink, go and help you brother Xiaochun'er."

"Okay! Got it."

It wasn't until Cheng Xiaozhuo's brisk figure ran away after Feng Chun that Pei Minzhi rubbed his numb fingers.When he finally restrained his uncontrollable smile a little bit, and looked up again, he lost sight of one thing and lost another, revealing the longing and anticipation in his eyes overflowing.

Not long after, the three of them came to the shore of Jinghu Lake.

Because it is early winter, the lake has not yet been frozen.The snowflakes drifted slowly and slowly, and once they fell on the quiet lake, they were immediately swallowed up without a trace.At this time, bamboos, gardens, lakes and other scenery became poems and paintings under the half-covered snowflakes.

The sound of people and birds in the lake is absolutely utterly silent.

None of the three of them made a sound to break the silence at this moment, they snuggled up quietly, standing by the vast and empty water.

Feng Chun rustled, and took out a few brass hand stoves with simple patterns from the bag that Cheng Xiaozhuo helped him carry.Then light the charcoal fire and put it away, and when the temperature is right, they give Pei Minzhi and Cheng a drink one by one, and order them to hold them in their arms.

It's not just warmer in the arms or warmer in the heart. Standing in the snow-covered world of snow, Pei Minzhi feels the warmth, without being affected by the harsh wind and snow at all.

"Xiao Chun'er just rushed back to the inn to prepare for this?"

Feng Chun nodded, then quickly shook his head again.

"Not just this,"

He raised his brows slightly, leading Pei Minzhi to look into the bulging baggage.In addition to being stuffed into a large jar of sake, there was even a set of delicate utensils for cooking tea and wine.

"Young master, since you want to be arty, how can you miss these?"

Pei Minzhi couldn't hide her surprise, she wished she could hold Feng Chun in her arms and kiss her hard.

"Since Xiaochun'er has prepared so thoughtfully, we must not let down the beauty of this beautiful day. Why don't we go to the Huxin Pavilion to cook wine and enjoy the snow?"

Pei Minzhi pointed to a distant shadow on the lake, where the Huxin Pavilion was located.

The three of them untied a mustard boat tied to the shore, took wooden oars, and waved away on the water covered with a layer of white mist.

The rime is foggy, the sky and clouds, mountains and water are white up and down. (Excerpt from "Looking at the Snow at the Pavilion in the Heart of the Lake")

Everything is quiet, only a few traces of water waves and a small boat, which prove that this is not a static landscape painting.

When they arrived at the pavilion, Pei Minzhi and Feng Chun sat facing each other on blankets.

Cheng had a drink and set up a wine stove, happily cooking tea and wine for them.All of this was a completely new experience in his eyes.Infected by the atmosphere at this time, it was rare for him to close the chatter box, his big eyes looked around, immersed in the vast and beautiful scenery.

Pei Minzhi handed Wen Hao's first glass of sake to Feng Chun's lips,

"Xiao Chun'er, drink some wine to drive away the cold."

Feng Chun took a few sips from his hand, and after a while, a few wisps of blush appeared on his beautiful face.Because his skin itself is extremely fair, and his face is always slightly sick, such a little bit of rosiness is particularly eye-catching.Under the blessing of Gu Pan's brilliant glazed eyes, rosy cheeks, and luxurious fox fur cloak, his whole person suddenly shone like a morning glow.

Pei Minzhi looked at him bewilderedly.

"My lord, why don't you enjoy the snow and keep staring at me?"

When Cheng Xiaozhuo got up to collect firewood, Feng Chun couldn't help teasing him.

"I originally wanted to enjoy the snow, but when my little Chun'er sat here, everything else was overshadowed, and I couldn't see it anymore."

Feng Chun lowered his eyes and poured wine for him,

"It's just a superficial skin, son, don't make fun of me anymore. Here, have a drink."

Pei Minzhi raised his head and drank a lot of white wine, and when he looked at him again, the smile in his eyes really subsided a little.

"Xiao Chun'er, this cloak is not something ordinary people can control, but it really suits you very well. I was thinking,"

Pei Minzhi's tone suddenly hesitated, but he still used the alcohol to express what had been on his mind for a long time.

"I was thinking, perhaps only when you were born and raised in a wealthy family can you develop such an excellent temperament..."

Feng Chun's heart was shocked, and he was sensitively aware that this was the first time that Pei Minzhi voluntarily mentioned his life experience!The hand that was about to continue pouring the wine for Pei Minzhi froze in the wide sleeve and tightened it quietly.

"I remember you once said that after being sold to the Elephant Girl's House, you fell seriously ill, and you don't remember anything about your life experience.

But now, now everything is in order, and we have money.If you want to check your own life experience, it's not like we don't have that ability.Xiao Chuner, as long as you want, I can..."

"Son!"

Feng Chun eagerly reached out to caress his lips, preventing him from continuing.She leaned forward suddenly and almost fell into Pei Minzhi's arms.

Pei Minzhi held his shoulders and read his gestures patiently.

"My lord, if you forget about the past, just forget it. Going after it will only add to your troubles."

"Xiao Chun'er, have you forgotten? Young Master will never force you to do anything.

However, now we have let go of our knots and ushered in a new life.Regarding your life experience, if you still have regrets in your heart, the young master is willing to help you. "

"But I don't want to!"

Feng Chun's arm began to tremble, but it refused to weaken compared to the strength of the gesture.

"No matter what difficulties my family and my parents have had, what kind of changes have happened. No matter where they are now or what kind of life they live, they have nothing to do with me!

From the moment they sold me into Goulan, it was doomed that I would not be able to be filial to them in this life!

The past is unbearable, and I can't face them calmly, or let it go.

It is the son who gave me a new life.For the rest of the year, I just want to be by the son's side without distraction.

As for the rest, I don't have the extra energy to think about it. "

"Okay, then don't think about it, as long as Xiaochun'er feels that she has no regrets."

Pei Minzhi came to him, embraced his trembling shoulders and leaned against his firm chest,

"However, if you change your mind, you can tell me at any time."

The author says:

Three shifts!