While the gods and demons were secretly preparing for battle, the Four Realms seemed to be calm.
Store the sea of consciousness.
The Queen of God, Neon Shangshen, and Concubine Xue Qingxin were trapped in two icicles. They couldn't move, but they could talk.
Xue Qingxin squinted at the icicle next to her, and she recognized the woman's identity just by seeing the woman's clothes. She said, "Are you the God of Neon?"
The God of Neon couldn't turn his head, his gaze was fixed on the empty and dark cave. Thousands of emotions piled up, but what she said was: "I don't think we have anything to say."
This is of course an acquiescence to one's own identity. Xue Qingxin smiled and said, "Why do you have nothing to say?" Her voice was also like Luoxue's, gentle but cold, and she said, "Three thousand years ago, when I was making snow and tea under the Godly Dream Tree, a young man stepped on the snow. He said that my person is like my name, which makes people fall in love at first sight. I will always remember that day, it was snowing heavily in the world. He stood under the Divine Dream Tree, covered in snow, with a blank expression on his face , but the eyes are so clear that it makes people's heart beat. At that time, I was the Snow Maiden of the Heaven Realm, and you were the Neon Fairy of the Xia Clan."
Neon Shangshen almost exhausted all his strength before shouting two words: "Shut up!"
How could Xue Qingxin shut up? She flipped through the past, lightly dusted the dust of memory, and said, "At this time, don't you think it's better to listen to stories? We drank tea under the Dream Tree, and later he brought me wine from the world. I couldn’t get used to drinking it, and it always felt bitter, so he brewed a jar himself and gave it to me, saying that the cleanest first snow was used in the brewing.”
The God of Nihong couldn't imagine how Shaodian Xiaoyi nervously and expectantly gave this altar of wine to his beloved woman at that time. That was something Shaodian Xiaoyi couldn't do for her.
Xue Qingxin had a smile on her face, not worried about the current situation at all.
She said: "He said he wanted to watch me dance, so I built a snowman at Nantianmen. I told him that if the snowman didn't melt after seven days, I would go to the Dream Tree and dance for him. So he specially made a snowman. I bought a magic weapon, just to protect the snowman, and kept it for seven days and seven nights. Ah, this magic weapon became famous later, maybe you have seen it before.”
"Frozen lamp." The words on the neon choked up. The Frozen Lamp that had been placed in her dormitory, which she had loved like a treasure for many years, now made her weep uncontrollably.
Xue Qingxin said: "Yes. But what you see is already a later imitation. The one at that time was with me. Later, I actually made a dance for him. You have probably heard the song before. It's called "The Lantern of Graduating Autumn."
Nihong stopped talking, she had heard it, because Xian'e said that Shaodian Xiaoyi liked this piece the most. So she ordered someone to choreograph this song to celebrate his birthday. She had just been married that year, and she was still a fool full of tenderness.
The past is piled up layer upon layer, and a young and affectionate boy is pieced together. The shadow of her husband slowly emerged in the years that she had not arrived, and she burst into tears in other people's stories.