Beautiful and miserable be aesthetics

cool.

He paused and murmured, "Did it snow in Jinling in February?"

The white-haired young man was quiet for a moment, and continued walking in the direction he remembered.

When Tian Nan found out that Shen Wei was gone, his face turned pale with fright.

He hurriedly went to Feng Ke's room: "Mr. Feng! The master is gone!"

"What?" Feng Ke suddenly remembered something, found his own bottle of medicine, opened it and poured it into his hand——

empty.

Feng Ke's expression turned ugly.

"...Ying Jing decides on them?"

"They got up very early and put flowers on the partition wall. Now that it's snowing outside, they only put the flowers in the pavilion for the time being. Mr. Ye went to the kitchen."

Feng Ke: "Call them over and find someone."

All the lights in the house came on, and when they started looking for someone, Lian Shenwei had already gone far away.

The ground has been covered with a layer of snow.

The effect of the medicine was slowly exerted, and Lian Shenwei could already see a vague shadow in front of his eyes.

He didn't know where the strength came from today, but he was able to walk so far.

But no matter how much strength he put in, when he ran out, Lian Shenwei touched a hard object with his toes, and he reached out to touch it.

It is a stone bench.

to the place.

He brushed the snow off the stool and sat on it, but he didn't even have the strength to sit up straight, so he fell on the stone table.

When the weather is fine, the family often eats here.

Not far away is an old pear tree, and Feng Ke's family also has one, which was planted together by their grandfather's generation when they were young.The pear blossoms in other places bloom in March, but the one in his house blooms in February.

The scenery here is also the most beautiful.

This is the place where Lian Shenwei dreams the most.

This is where his best teenage years were held.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, his breathing became weaker and weaker, and he gradually stopped feeling the cold.Little by little snowflakes covered the white hair, and the eyelashes were gradually stained with frost.

Lian Shenwei's eyes gradually became clear.

The colors of the sky and the earth came into view again.

Very clean snow.

Lian Shenwei reached out to touch it, looked at it for a moment, then coughed, barely raised his arms, and looked up in the direction of the pear tree.

It seems to be different from the memory.

The branches and leaves are bare.

Isn't it February in Jinling?

Why is the pear blossom not blooming.

He thought that even if it was cold, he could at least see some flower buds on the branches.

Lian Shenwei was stunned for a moment, the strength he had gathered just now disappeared, he fell down on the stone table again, looked at Xue, couldn't help being lost in thought.

It happened that when he was returning to Jinling, he encountered this snow.

Could it be that the ancestors of the Lian family didn't want him to come here, and thought he was dirty, so that's why the snow fell to wash away his sins.

Too……

Snow is clean, and people covered by snow are barely clean.

He also felt that it would be easy for him to go back to Jinling and then to the mountain villa. It turned out that there was still this snow.

He worked very hard to survive, and managed to survive until February.

It's a pity that God is always unwilling to show mercy, and at the end of his life, he never gives him a little bit of perfection.

Before his brother-in-law died, he thought of his elder sister's love, cut the rice paper with sword energy, and sent him a false snow.A fake is a fake after all, not as good as the real.

It seldom snows in Jinling, and now that he has seen it, it would be good to take a second look for Sister.

Lian Shenwei looked at it for a while, and felt that he was actually cared for, at least he didn't die in the capital, the cage that trapped him for the rest of his life.

His final destination is Jinling after all.

he's returned home.

That's fine.

He shouldn't expect too much. Regret and nostalgia are common things in his 29 years of life.

A glass of light wine pretends to be drunk, and the shoulders of reed flowers are full of rivers and lakes.The light in front of him dimmed again, Lian Shenwei took one last look at the snow-white sky.

What I think about is the 17 years when I was drunk among the flowers, fighting with swords, and unfettered.

He slowly closed his eyes.

"I really want to take another look, the spring scenery of Jinling..."

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