When she got on the carriage, Sheng Ling couldn't help but secretly opened a small gap in the carriage curtain, eating candied haws while looking at the snow outside the carriage window.
But after watching it for a while, Li Yu, who was sitting next to him, stretched out his hand to lower the curtain, "I'm not afraid of getting sick either."
Sheng Ling glanced at him lightly: "You make it sound like there won't be any wind after you go out."
Li Yu was startled and smiled, then nodded in agreement and said, "Teacher Sheng is right."
So Sheng Ling confidently opened the curtain again and asked, "Where are you taking me?"
Li Yu: "We can't say it now."
Sheng Ling snorted arrogantly, ignored him, didn't beg him, and directly stuck her head out and asked the coachman, "Master, where are you going?"
"It's on Bell Mountain, didn't your husband tell you?"
Sheng Ling, who was still a little proud after hearing the answer, blushed slightly when she heard the last part of the coachman's words, coughed and frowned and said seriously: "He is not my husband."
Li Yu chuckled, the corners of his eyes rising slightly.
"What are you laughing at?" Sheng Ling looked at him indifferently, her lips pursed tightly.
"Nothing, just having fun."
When Sheng Ling looked at him, he found that Li Yu's fingers exposed from his sleeves inadvertently had scratch marks on Ziqing. He frowned slightly and wanted to ask him what was wrong, but couldn't find a suitable opportunity, so he could only hold back. I was silent in my heart.
Although Sheng Ling had been in Bell City for a long time, this was her first time going up the mountain.
She heard the coachman say that the mountains were beautiful at this time of year, with flowers all over the mountains and fields, and it was still snowing, as if she was in a fairyland.
After going up the mountain, Sheng Ling felt the fairy spirit. What was strange was that the mountain was filled with smoke and clouds, and the snowflakes drifted very slowly, as if he could touch the clouds with his hand.
Flowers are blooming everywhere, spreading into the white groves. From time to time, you can see the footprints of little squirrels running past, reflecting the refracted winter sun, giving it a faint golden glow...
"Where else are you taking me?" Seeing that Li Yu still didn't stop, Sheng Ling couldn't help but ask him.
"Behind the woods."
Hearing this, Sheng Ling had no choice but to follow him and continue walking forward.
The woods are quite small, the wind is rustling, and it is quiet enough that you can hear each other's breathing as they walk on the snow one after another.
"Lingling, look over there." Li Yu suddenly called her.
Sheng Lingxun passed by and her eyes lit up. She saw a squirrel with a plump and fluffy tail leaping down from the tree. Its tail was twisting and turning, and snowflakes shook down in the air. It ran away and disappeared in a moment.
"So cute!" Sheng Ling couldn't help but admire.
Li Yu looked back at Sheng Ling, and it was rare to see her smiling.
He looked at it for a while and then smiled lightly.
After walking out of the forest, Sheng Ling was dumbfounded.
Sheng Ling's expression became sluggish, and he even couldn't react.
What catches the eye is a snow sculpture.
There is a simple poem carved on the snow sculpture -
The bright moon is like a pond of lotus, fishing for Wei silk fiber makes the sun and moon grow longer
Behind the poem, a cute image of a big-headed little man is drawn. Under the little man, it is written solemnly in block letters: Today, my little princess, I wish you a long life.
Every word on it was the name of Ayan that she was familiar with back then.
In other words, every word was carved by Li Yu himself...
For a moment, Sheng Ling seemed to finally know why his hand was injured.
(End of chapter)