Counting nine cold days, heavy snow fell, two figures, one tall and one short, one white and one red, walked forward with big strides, and the other stepped hard on the thick snow and followed behind.
The white figure in front almost blends in with the snow, while the red figure behind is like a carrot walking in the snow.
Mu Ziye turned around every three steps.
Seeing that the distance between the little girl behind him and him was lengthening again, he didn't rush, but slowed down unconsciously, waiting for her to catch up.
Murong Xing stepped on the thick snow that almost sunk into her knees, step by step, strenuously walking, but still never tired of it: "Big brother, where are we going—"
The last "Yah" sound was not made in time, and it turned into the muffled sound of her jumping into the snow.
Mu Ziye subconsciously turned her head when she heard the sound.
The little girl behind her fell down, and her whole body was sunk in the snow, trying to get up with her hands, but she couldn't get up.
Mu Ziye stepped forward quickly, and picked up the little girl from the snow: "Did you fall?"
As he looked and asked, he reached out and brushed off the snowflakes that had covered her face and body.
Murong Xing lowered his head, pursed his mouth, and whispered bitterly: "Big brother, I don't like the snow here anymore, it makes me unable to keep up with you."
She took out the candied haws from the small cloth bag and stuffed them into her mouth, but she was still not happy.
Wronged, pitiful, and distressing.
Mu Ziye's mind was disturbed again, he brushed the snow off the little girl's head in a somewhat rough manner, and said in a rough voice with a bit of temper: "You say you, why do you have to follow me?"
Murong Xing blinked, without thinking: "Because I like big brother, and big brother has a sense of home, so I like it even more."
There was a thin layer of snow and frost on her long eyelashes, which sparkled, and there was a sparkle in her eyes: "Big brother, can you like me a little bit?"
Mu Ziye flicked the snow off his hands, and then he picked up the cloak hat that had fallen from the back of the little girl, and slammed it on her head more rudely: "Why are you talking so much, let's go."
"Oh." The little girl's voice was muffled.
Mu Ziye turned around and squatted down without stepping: "Come up."
"Yeah." The little girl's gloomy eyes lit up again, and she threw herself on his back happily.
I don't know if there is a big brother who has memorized it, or if he ate a bunch of candied haws, Murong Xing smiled brightly again: "Big brother, I like snow again."
She rested her head on his shoulder, and reached out to catch the snowflakes falling from the sky: "The snowflakes are fluffy, big brother's back is warm..."
On a snowy and cold day, he was carrying a chattering 'stove', and he was a little out of breath: "Don't talk!"
"oh."
"You don't want your hands anymore? Pull them back!" They were all frozen red.
"oh."
The little girl obediently withdrew her hand and hid it on his back to cover it, but she still couldn't stop shaking her legs happily.
The snow fell harder and harder.
Snow-covered, the cold wind howling, the coldness is like a piercing ice pick, piercing into people's bodies.
Mu Ziye turned his head and glanced at his shoulder: "Put on the hat and wrap your hands tightly."
After that, he tapped the snow with his toes, and walked quickly in the snow like a ghost.
…
Not long after, Mu Ziye came to a big banyan tree, activated a mechanism somewhere, carried the little girl who had already fallen asleep on her back, and entered the opened tree hole.
It was freezing cold outside, and walking through the tree hole seemed to enter another world.
The garden is full of spring colors, the breeze is warm, and the fragrance of blue and jacaranda flowers lingers in the air.
Mu Ziye walked straight to the cabin in the sea of jacaranda flowers.
After entering the room, he put the little girl on the bed, and she opened her eyes bewilderedly, and grabbed his robe: "Big brother, are you going to leave me?"
Mu Ziye paused, then pulled the quilt to cover her body, covering her tightly: "It's dangerous outside, I can't take you with me."
He rubbed her head like coaxing a child: "You stay here obediently, you can eat and play as you like, just don't run outside the big tree, you know?"
"Then I'm good, don't you just like me a little bit?"
"..."
"Will you come to pick me up when there is no danger outside?"
"… meeting."
She smiled brilliantly, stretched out her hand from under the quilt to hook his neck, and pressed his head down, her sweet and soft red lips quickly imprinted on his lips: "Stamp."
Mu Ziye's head buzzed.
Silly! shocked! Going crazy!
After a long while, he gritted his teeth and stared at the little girl who had already hidden under the quilt and only showed two eyes to peek at him.
Those big eyes are soft, cute and timid, like a kitten that cannot be frightened.
Mu Ziye's teeth were grinding so loudly that she didn't even want to utter a fierce word.
Finally, he turned around and licked his lower lip in a mysterious way.
The sweet fruity aroma melts on the tip of the tongue...
He took a deep breath, put his hands on his chest, and rushed out the door as if he had a heart attack.
"Hey, who is this? Here comes Jinwu Zangjiao." A flat and weak voice faintly drifted into Mu Ziye's ears.
Mu Ziye turned his head and looked.
Under the willow tree not far away, a frail and slender man in red was sitting on a golden wheelchair, with snow-white silver hair pouring down his head, his skin was pale and bloodless, his whole body was like the brush on his head. Like a willow, wilted, ready to be blown by the wind.
This is Li Zhan's paradise, this delicate and frail man is Li Zhan Benzhan.
The former Pianpianjiao son has now become a slender and weak son.
Mu Ziye originally wanted to vent his anger, but when he saw Li Zhan's sick and delicate appearance, his eyelids drooped, and he said with concern for the first time: "How are you? You don't look very well."
Li Zhan lay motionless on the wheelchair, only his eyes were rolling, and his eyes were particularly unfriendly: "I know your uncle and I are not in good health, but you still send such a little ancestor here, why are you at ease?"
His tone was weary, as if his soul had been sucked out, and he was only out of breath.
Mu Ziye pursed her lips, walked over without saying a word, and easily placed her fingertips on Li Zhan's pulse wrist.
It's too weak, even weaker than when he sacrificed blood.
Fortunately, this scourge lasted for thousands of years, and Hades dare not take away the remaining breath.
Mu Ziye quickly withdrew his hand: "Look at your bleak evening, I brought you a thoughtful little padded jacket, the little girl is easy to feed, don't give her candied haws, when the outside matters are resolved, I will come back if I am still alive Give you a pension."
He was in a hurry, lost the words, and left without looking back.
"Smelly boy, how old is my son?" Li Zhan, who was paralyzed on the wheelchair, was extremely out of breath, but his voice was weak and weak, and he couldn't lift his strength: "Come back to me, and explain clearly to me...cough cough cough..."
(end of this chapter)