spring flowers blooming snow condensed branches

In the middle of the night, Shang Xuening was awakened by the nightmare again. His head jumped out of cold sweat, and he frantically turned on the switch of the bedside lamp. The soft orange light dispelled the darkness. Shang Xuening whispered tentatively, " Leisurely? Are you back..."...

The small room is unobstructed, there is no bed... no desk... no window sill, no empty space, dead silence.

Shang Xuening was expecting, nervous, and his expression suddenly became bitter. He threw himself back on the bed with no strength, and stretched out his arms to cover his eyes.

He could no longer resist the feeling of disappointing expectations.

It has been two years since Hu Youran left without saying goodbye. Ever since Shang Xuening woke up and didn't see Hu Youran, she fell into an inexplicable dislike for herself. If it wasn't for him, Hu Youran would definitely not bother He worked hard to find some medicine for him, let alone left without saying goodbye, thinking that he was really useless, and he was just adding trouble and burden.

However, as time passed, and he didn't come back for a month, Shang Xuening was anxious and worried, two months, three months, one year... Hu Youran hadn't come back yet, at that time Shang Xuening had already faintly sensed something, He was restless and anxious all day long, and the abnormality that had been deliberately ignored was infinitely magnified in the days of endless waiting.

Hu Youran didn't agree for a long time, the promise to come back...

The unknown warm and cool thing that was swallowed by him...

Hu Youran's hands covering his eyes, her trembling voice...

Also, Shang Han's relationship with him...

Shang Han and the unknown existence, that deal...

That night, the earth-shattering thunder exploded, but he fell into a deep sleep unconsciously...

He has no sick body, and is still alive now...

All of this vaguely points to a cruel truth that he dare not think about, but is very close to the truth.

Every day, every day, cruel torment, for two years, he thought that Hu Youran might never come back again, and when he thought about the years in the future, he would never see each other again, maybe...he has been completely in a place he doesn't know Dying, there is no existence in this world who has beautiful eyes, even if he is lazy, even if he is impatient, he is extremely gentle to him, he is so heartbroken that he can't breathe, like being in a hell where the fire is cooking oil, the raging fire burns his soul, life and death endlessly.

Shang Xuening got up and pushed open the window, the bitter cold wind mixed with fine snow was blowing towards his face, as if he couldn't feel the cold, he stared blankly at the deep and dark distance, the sky was pitch black, there were no stars or moon, the sky was drooping , the cold wind is fierce.

"After this heavy snow, will spring come..." He murmured, "It's spring...will you come back..."

I still remember that fox who is obviously afraid of the cold, but always sleeps with the window open when he is snoozing on the desk. The time they spend together is so short, but Shang Xuening can remember every detail of their relationship.

He undoubtedly likes Hu Youran, it seems that the past is miserable, and the meaning of existence is to wait to meet him, or... a reunion...

He is greedy for his warmth, rejoices in his company, rejoices in his awkward concern, wants to get all his attention, wants to possess all his careless tenderness, wants... to be by his side all the time...

But... does he love him?Do you really love him?Would you give up everything for him, at all costs?

Shang Xuening smiled lowly, and with a smile, tears rolled down his cheeks, rolling down his pale jaw, and he muttered to himself, "Then there is no need to ask... Even if I abandon you, I will finally get you back." This life, even if I never see you again, even if you despise me, I... hope you, live well, live well..."

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In the darkness, something darker and more obscure is approaching. Shang Xuening raised her head as if feeling something. Outside the window, a dark humanoid object floated in the air. The wind blew the black robe, and the hunting hood was blown to On one side, the black robe was empty, as if there was nothing there, and its irregular hem could not see the existence of feet, like a piece of clothing floating in the air.

Shang Xuening's eyes widened and her heart twitched irregularly. He had seen this black robe before, and it was an unknown existence that traded with Shang Han before his death.

While instinctively frightened, joy inevitably emerged, and even overwhelmed the panic about the unknown. He rushed to the window and said anxiously: "Where is he? Where is Hu Youran? Anything is fine, and I can exchange it with you." Well, let me meet him, let me make sure he's alive and well... Please! Please..."

There was a cool voice that seemed to be absent: "Do you want to trade... Hu Youran?"

"Yes, anything is fine, you can take whatever I have, anything is fine, let me see him with my own eyes, it doesn't matter how much he annoys me, hates me... Please, my only request is to let him be well ! As long as he's doing well..." Shang Xuening's voice trembled, expressing her deep inner expectations in a topsy-turvy way.

A deathly silence spreads...

Shang Xuening fixedly stared at the obscure existence on the opposite side, and forgot to breathe nervously, just a few seconds seemed like a long time had passed.

"Your deal, I can't do it!" The seemingly invisible voice gradually faded away.

Shang Xuening's eyes widened sharply, "Why? Tell me why?"

The black robe that was darker than the night could no longer be seen outside the window, and there was a faint voice in the wind, "Things without form and spirit cannot be traded."

"Formless... Godless..."

Shang Xuening stood stiffly on the spot, muttering softly, his wide-eyed eyes were empty and lifeless, as if his soul had been taken away by an unknown existence, leaving only an empty shell with nowhere to rely on.

The wind, wrapped in fine snow, is falling faintly, and there is a faint fragrance in the air, that is, the taste of spring...