When Liu Qiqiao and Yuan Qiluo produced the first fragrant fragrance, they didn’t think, outside, it was already a world covered in silver. It turned out, I don’t know when it started, and the snow started, and the snow was still heavy. It was really heavy snow. Flying all over the sky, Liu Qiqiao was a little drunk, climbing on Yuan Qiluo's shoulders, and reaching out to follow the snowflake: "Sister Yuan, look, how beautiful, how beautiful..." Yuan Qiluo is drinking much better than her, supporting her , "Good, good-looking, good-looking, you stand up, let me see if our sedan chair has come?"
After Yuan Qiluo finished saying this, Liu Qiqiao was quite obedient, let go, and stood obediently in front of the restaurant. Snow flakes fell down and fell on her eyelashes, causing her eyes to be blurred for a while.
She blew up gently, her eyes were cold, the snowflakes melted, like tears, and she shed her face. She was addicted to playing this game. At this moment, a flower appeared in front of her, and she seemed to walk past alone. .
The man was dressed like a bamboo, dressed in a brocade robe, covered with a black cloak, rolled in circles of snow-white fox fur, wearing a snow cap, and a circle of white fluff on the edge of the hood. When he walked over, With her face hanging down, she only saw a pair of sword eyebrows and slightly narrowed eyes. Liu Qiqiao felt familiar. He said, turning his head to look like Lin Pingmo, but she shook her head, it won't be his. How can he have such good-material clothes, even his boots are decorated with brocade lines and jade, step by step, stepping on the snow, leaving a nest of footprints.
Liu Qiqiao looked at the footprints in a daze, feeling very cute. She stretched out her feet, left and right, and followed the footprints all the way.
After Yuan Qiluo called the sedan chair over, Liu Qiqiao was gone, but when she turned her head, she saw Liu Qiqiao staggeringly stepping on a line of footprints in the snow and about to go far.
She was busy calling her: "Qiqiao, Qiqiao!"
Liu Qiqiao didn't hear Yuan Qiluo's voice calling her. She was feeling funny. The snow was getting thicker and thicker. The people in front walked steadily. She stepped on the nest of his footsteps. She stepped on the snow and made a creak A creaking sound.
"It's funny!" she murmured.
"Qiqiao, Qiqiao!" Yuan Qiluo called, chasing after her.
Liu Qiqiao still didn't hear it, but the person walking in front of her heard it and turned around.
Liu Qiqiao saw his face, drunk, but also startled, but subconsciously walked along his footsteps, step by step, creaking...
Go to the man's front. "Your face is so beautiful!"
When the wind passed, the snowflakes also scattered. Pieces fell on his face, on his head, and on his hat. The wind blew up the white fluff on the brim of the hat, making his face even more Yan Ruyu. , Jian eyebrows, bright eyes, straight nose, like the lip peaks cut out by a knife, his voice was a little hoarse: "Qiqiao..."
Liu Qiqiao laughed. She was only wearing a cotton gown. She was not cold when she was cold. She had a slender waist. She did not wear a hat, and the tip of her nose became a little red when it was cold. Her eyes were also red, she stretched out her hand, rubbed her cheeks, and hushed her hands vigorously.
The man reached out and rubbed her hands. He lowered his head slightly, and hushed towards Liu Qiqiao's hands: "Your hands are so cold..." His voice was dumb, but it was nice, and Liu Qiqiao smiled. Down: "It's you!" Eyes looked at him without scruples. "What are you doing here? Where did your clothes come from?" She walked two steps towards him, staggering under her feet, not standing firm, and falling to him. Go ahead.
No, the man stretched out his hand and firmly grasped Liu Qiqiao's falling body: "Qiqiao, have you drunk too much?"
"No, just a little bit!" Liu Qiqiao raised his hand, pinched his thumb and index finger, trying to let the person in front of him know what that little bit was.
The man held her body: "Qiqiao, you stand still." As soon as Liu Qiqiao stood up, he heard Yuan Qiluo yelling and walking over behind him.
After Yuan Qiluo finished speaking, she came closer. She took Liu Qiqiao from the man: "Thank you!" She did not lift her head. Without looking at the man, she was just busy holding Liu Qiqiao: "Qiqiao, Qiqiao!" she cried.
Liu Qiqiao looked up and looked at Yuan Qiluo with a smile.
The man saw that Yuan Qiluo had already taken over Liu Qiqiao, and Liu Qiqiao didn't need to help himself anymore. He had two sedan chairs and followed him quietly.
The man let go, then turned and continued walking his way.
"Tell you to drink less. I don't have the amount of alcohol, but I can do it. This is to come out with me. I will remember how much I drink. Don't drink too much with a man!" Yuan Qiluo really looks like a person. sister.
Liu Qiqiao smiled and nodded, carefully getting into the sedan chair.
While sitting on the sedan chair, Liu Qiqiao listened to Yuan Qiluo talking to the bearer of the address.
The sedan chair lifted up gently, swaying. Liu Qiqiao lifted the car curtain and looked out.
The man was still walking in the snow. The black cloak was sometimes blown by the wind, revealing the brocade-colored robe inside. The snow was thick, but he walked easily. Liu Qiqiao was not drunk. When he saw that face, Not drunk, she looked at his back greedily.
I never knew that he could be so rich and compelling. He didn't smile on his face just now, but it was not the usual indifference, but a kind of calmness.
Even, some are not like his aura.
Perhaps, this kind of him is the real him.
He is Lin Pingmo, no, maybe, at this time, he should be called Ling Tianmo. Liu Qiqiao has heard too much about the twelve princes these days, his mother and concubine An Jieyu, his name, He was sent away when he was three years old, and returned when he was more than ten years old, and assassinated the emperor, and then disappeared.
The street was so deserted, with only his back, not knowing where he was going, the sedan chair turned a corner and walked in the direction of Yunshangfang.
Liu Qiqiao retracted his hand that was opening the car curtain, his fingers were a little stiff by the wind, and the ice was very cold. Rubbing his hands together, he breathed upwards, and suddenly remembered that Lin Pingmo breathed his hand just now. Look like.
His face is handsome and charming, he just now is not the same, others owe him 800 bucks, and he is a kind of compassion Liu Qiqiao has never seen before, a kind of compassion for the superiors and his subordinates.
Therefore, that person is Lin Pingmo, but not him...
The sedan chair stopped at the door of Yunshangfang. Liu Qiqiao got off the sedan chair. Turning around, Yuan Qiluo was still a little worried. He asked her through the sedan chair, "Sister, is it okay?"
Liu Qiqiao shook his head: "I'm fine, my sister will go back soon. It's late and the snow is heavy. It will be harder to leave in a while!"
Yuan Qiluo nodded, and asked the bearer to pick up the sedan again and leave.
Liu Qiqiao walked in, and the door was closed.
Liu Qiqiao entered her upper room and took off her outer clothes. Fortunately, the clothes inside were not wet. She was a little weak. She sat under the window, looking at the candlelight in front of her, looking so earnestly. , Her mind was empty, and when she heard the candle flowers crackling, she picked up the small scissors placed next to her and cut the candle flowers. At this moment, she heard someone talking outside, the voice of the porter, and Lin Pingmo. .
It was getting dark, but there was snowy light outside. I don't know why, it seemed to be a little yellowish. Liu Qiqiao gently pushed down the window, revealing a crack, and saw a person approaching under the corridor.
Lin Pingmo was wearing the black long gown he usually wears. He didn't walk fast. After a few steps, he still raised his head and looked at Liu Qiqiao's side. Liu Qiqiao was so frightened that he let go. When the window was closed, he said Liu Qiqiao was embarrassed at the loud sound, but soon thought that maybe it was not so loud, and Lin Pingmo could not hear it.
He calmed down his embarrassment, heard the footsteps outside but didn't break, and listened directly to Lin Pingmo as he entered his room.
Liu Qiqiao breathed a sigh of relief and then blew out the candles. She went to the bed, got on the bed, and pulled the quilt up, but inside the quilt, she saw a pair of men's boots that she had just made two days ago.
Lin Pingmo gave her a map of the relationship between the characters. She said yes, she wanted to make a pair of shoes for him. Liu Qiqiao wanted the shoes to be a bit perfunctory, so he went to Revlon to get a good shoe upper and made a pair of boots with his own hands. .
The black high-waisted boots have azure blue embroidered corners, and Liu Qiqiao embroidered some moire patterns for beauty.
She has been doing it for two days, but she has never had a chance to give it to Lin Pingmo, and just saw Lin Pingmo wearing such boots and outfits. Liu Qiqiao suddenly felt that everything she gave was a little bit. The feeling of not being able to get it.
It's a pity that I embroidered so seriously at the time, and even while embroidering, I imagined what Lin Pingmo would look like when he received these boots.
Liu Qiqiao smiled helplessly, put her boots aside, and lay down.
Just when she was about to fall asleep, half awake, she heard the flute ring.
The sad sound of the flute disturbed Liu Qiqiao’s clear dream. When she first woke up, she opened her eyes and was still a little confused. I don’t know if the flute sound was from a dream or in reality, until the sound of the flute became clearer and clearer. Came.
Not in a dream, Liu Qiqiao got up slowly, not far from the flute, just under the window.
She listened specifically to her, Liu Qiqiao thought.
She didn't want to worry, so she continued to lie down and covered her head with a quilt, but the sound of the flute did not change at all. She rolled from left to right, still sitting up again after hearing the sound, put on her coat and walked down. The bed, when I reached the window, opened the window. Sure enough, Lin Pingmo was standing on her window. Hearing movement in the window, he turned his head. The flute was resting on his lips. The background was a snowy landscape. His face was a little bit Unusually pale, he saw Liu Qiqiao, he smiled, and his smile was full of bitterness: "Qiqiao!"
He stopped playing and took the flute in his hand.
Liu Qiqiao said softly: "If you don't sleep, what are you doing here? What does it look like when you are seen?"
Lin Ping said indifferently: "I know you haven't slept, others... at this hour, they are all asleep..."
When the wind blew in from the window, Liu Qiqiao gave a cold voice, then looked at Lin Pingmo, wearing only a long shirt, and couldn't help but said in surprise: "You wear so little, what should you do if you get cold? Go back to your room. !"