Time flies like cherry blossoms blooming, spring and autumn come, and in a blink of an eye, it has come to the cold and windy winter of the coming year.
In just over a year, Qingming has learned many basic Yin-Yang techniques with superhuman aptitude, but his unique endowment has also attracted the jealousy of many fellow disciples. Not to mention anyone who is willing to approach him, except for He Mao Baoxian and the master, maybe only Sha Luo is the only person here who is willing to talk to him more.
At this time, a tall and thin boy stood by the thinly iced pond, quietly looking at the almost transparent blue sky. The wind passed by, and the thin clothes danced with it. The black hair brushed against the cool and handsome face, and there was a rare stretch between the handsome brows, only the depths of those jet-black pupils remained an unmelted ice.
He likes it here. Especially the sky here. In the vast expanse of the sky, the color seems to be darker than other places. That piece of tolerant and broad blue, if you look at it for a long time, you will forget where you are, and you will have a strange feeling as if you want to melt into it.
"Abe Seimei, why are you here?" A deep voice came from behind him, Seimei didn't turn his head, and didn't speak. He could tell that it was the senior brother Sasuke who had always had a bad relationship with him.
"Abe Seimei, your indifferent appearance is really unpleasant." Sasuke took two steps closer, his face gloomy.
Suddenly, snowflakes floated in the sky, dancing in mid-air one after another.
"Look, Qinglan, it's snowing!" Sha Luo, who was staying in the room, couldn't sit still for a long time, put on a single shirt and hurried out the door, taking a deep breath of the cool air.
"Miss Sha Luo, it's too cold outside, why don't you go back to your room?" Qing Lan persuaded.
"Wait a minute, Qing Lan, this is the first snow this year." Sha Luo smiled slightly, reaching out to catch the crystal clear snowflakes.
"Well, it's so cold, miss." Qing Lan said tremblingly as she wrapped her clothes tightly.
"Cold?" Sha Luo smiled more intensely, "Then I'll teach you a method, as long as you run from here to brother's side, and then back from brother's side, back and forth a few times, I'm sure you won't be cold anymore."
"Miss, are you joking?" Qing Lan felt that it was getting colder.
"Hehe, of course it's a joke." Shaluo giggled.
At this moment, a burst of noisy and chaotic voices suddenly came from the yard not far away, and someone came over in a panic.
"What happened?" Sara asked the flustered maid.
"Miss Sha Luo, I heard that someone fell into the water."
"Overboard? Who is it?"
"It seems to be—Abe Seimei."
Seimei Abe? Sha Luo was taken aback for a moment, how could that weird kid be so careless
"It's so pitiful, you will definitely get sick if you fall into the water in such a cold day." Qing Lan shook her head and said sympathetically.
Hearing the word sick, Sha Luo's heart suddenly trembled slightly. She hesitated for a moment, and immediately ran in that direction.
Several disciples were already standing by the lake in the backyard. Shaluo hurriedly pushed aside the crowd, only to see that Qingming had already landed on the shore, but his whole body was soaked and trembling slightly. Unchangingly cold.
Sha Luo was suffocated, bent down and asked repeatedly: "Qingming, Qingming, how are you?"
"I'm fine." Seimei's voice was colder than the thin ice on the lake.
"Why did Duan Duan fall into the water?" Shaluo looked to the side, saw Sasuke's panicked face at a glance, and thought of Seimei and him who were the most at odds at ordinary times, he couldn't help but feel excited. Could it be Sasuke... "Sasuke, you pushed Seimei into the water Right?" She pointed at him bluntly and said loudly.
Sasuke turned even paler, and tremblingly said: "No, it's not me, I..."
Sha Luo glared at him, took Qingming's hand, and said, "Go back to your room and change your clothes, or you'll get sick."
"I said—I'm fine." Qingming repeated in a cold voice.
"You, you weird kid, I'm doing it for your own good!" Sha Luo couldn't help being a little annoyed.
"If I get sick, maybe everyone will only be happy." His cold voice came without any emotion, and Shaluo's heart was shocked. She looked at Qingming, and he looked back at her with indifference, and at the same time slowly Withdrew his hand that was about to freeze.
The icy touch made Sara feel even colder.
Such Qingming made her heart ache a little, she grabbed his cold hands involuntarily, and warmed his hands with her own.
"No, Qingming, it's not what you think. In this world, there are still people who care about you and are with you."
Qingming's body trembled slightly, and she stared at Sha Luo in disbelief. Her small hands were not much hotter than his, so his hands and his body were still cold. However, in a place deep in his heart, he seemed to feel a long-lost warmth.
After the incident of falling into the water, Tadashi Kamo severely reprimanded Sasuke, Seimei Abe who fell into the water was fine, but Sharo caught the cold instead.
"Ah, sneeze!" Sha Luo sneezed several times.
"Miss Sha Luo, what do you think?" Qing Lan covered her body with another layer of unlined clothing.
"What else can I do? My head hurts again, and I have no strength in my body. It's terribly uncomfortable. The worst thing is that I can't go anywhere." Sha Luo rubbed his nose depressedly.
"Shaluo, so you also have such moments." Baoxian walked in with a smile, carrying a faint fragrance of leftover plums.
"Are you my brother? I'm already like this, and you don't even have sympathy." Sha Luo glanced at him sadly.
Baoxian sat down beside her, and reached out to touch her forehead: "It's really hot."
"Well, I'm so sad, I can't eat anything."
"Can't eat anything?" Baoxian raised the corner of his mouth and gestured to the door, and immediately a maid brought Shaluo's favorite dessert, Tang Tizi. Sure enough, as soon as he smelled the fragrance, Sha Luo immediately sat up, picked up the Tang grape and put it in his mouth.
"Brother, you are really my good brother." She said vaguely with her mouth full of food.
"Hehe, I don't know who suspected that I wasn't her brother just now." Baoxian habitually tapped her on the head with a fan, with a doting smile on his lips.
"Is there? Did someone talk just now?" Sha Luo smiled mischievously, and sneezed several times.
"Get some rest earlier." Bao Xian helped her pull up the undershirt, stood up, turned to Qing Lan and said, "Take good care of Miss."
Sha Luo moved his body, turned over, and suddenly heard Bao Xian's voice outside the door: "Qingming, why are you here?"
Seimei? Is that weird kid here too? Sha Luo's heart skipped a beat.
"I just happened to pass by. Sha Luo...how is she?" He seemed to hesitate for a moment, but still asked.
"Sha Luo is fine, do you want to go in and see her?"
"No, I have something else to do."
The short conversation at the door ended quickly, and the surroundings returned to silence. Shaluo looked at the ceiling and stretched out her hand. At this moment, even in a room as warm as spring, she seemed to still feel the coldness of Qingming's hand. That trace of coolness seemed to still be left on her hands.
For the first time in her life, she really wanted to warm someone up.
After this incident, the relationship between the two seems to have undergone some subtle changes. Although Sara still couldn't gain the upper hand in bickering every time, she felt a strange emotion in her heart towards this cold boy, and she didn't know what kind of emotion it was.
"Qingming, where's Brother Baoxian?" In the evening, Shaluo walked into Baoxian's room as usual, and saw Qingming leaning against the wall reading a book. I slept with him in the same room.
"I don't know." Qingming didn't even lift her eyelids.
"It must be to meet his confidante again." Sha Luo pursed his lips and smiled. Over the past year, she has also learned a lot of new things.
"Since senior brother is not here, please go back." Qingming said lightly.
"Hey, Abe Seimei, this is my home, okay? I can stay as long as I want." When Sharo said this, he wanted to sing the opposite of him.
Qingming raised her eyes and glanced at her, then continued to look at the scroll in her hand.
What is he looking at so carefully? Sha Luo couldn't help being a little confused. She walked over and turned her head to see that there were densely packed Chinese characters. Her head immediately began to feel dizzy. Qingming's body exuded a faint fragrance of frozen lake. Her head seemed to be more dense. Dizzy... "You can't understand even if you look at it again." Qingming raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
"Who said I can't understand." Sha Luo glared at him. Isn't it just Chinese characters? Although I don't understand all of them, I can at least understand some of them.
She turned over the scroll and saw two large characters written on the cover: Zhouyi.
"I know, this is a book passed down from the Tang Dynasty. I have seen my father and my brother read it before. I heard that it is very useful for divination." She said disapprovingly, "By the way, it can also be used for fortune-telling. right?"
"Yeah." He nodded.
She suddenly became interested, stretched out her hand, blinked and said: "Then I will give you a chance to help me read the palmistry and see if you are accurate?"
"Overkill." Qingming said in a low voice.
"You see the big because of the small, have you heard of it?" Sha Luo glanced at him and laughed dryly, "Hmph, Seimei Abe, don't tell me you've been learning Yin Yang for so long, and you can't even read palms?"
"Don't think that the aggressive method is useful."
"Abe Seimei, you are so stupid."
"It doesn't work if I say it."
"Ah, I think you should change your name to Abe Idiot in the future."
"..."
"Or change it to Abe Idiot..."
"Sharo... take your hand here."
It seems that this trick is quite effective, Shaluo smiled complacently, and spread his palms.
Qingming moved his eyes and glanced at her hand. I saw a few faint lines on the palm of that white and petite hand. This hand once tried so hard to warm him. Thinking of this, a place in Qingming's heart suddenly softened. He coughed lightly, cleared his throat and said, "Shaluo, your fortune is very good, everything goes well, you have noble people in front of you, which adds to your happiness, your wealth is abundant, everything is going well, but it's a pity..."
Sha Luo was intoxicated by a lot of pleasant words, when the other party suddenly turned straight down, which made her a little confused.
"What a pity?"
"The secret must not be revealed." A fox-like smile flashed in Qingming's eyes.
"Hey, you're too much, okay, what's the pity, tell me." Sha Luo said gloomily, the more he played tricks, the more she wanted to know.
"It's time for me to rest." Qingming closed the book with a snap, ignored her, lay down on her own, and turned her back to her.
"Don't think you can use this trick, tell me quickly!" Sha Luo raised his voice.
Qingming was secretly amused, so she simply closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.
"If you don't tell me, I'll stay here forever."
"Come on, Qingming, I really want to know."
"Tell me, okay?"
"Abe Seimei, you weird kid!"
"Don't say it! Don't say it again, I'm rude to you!"
Shaluo tossed about for a while, but saw that Qingming didn't respond, only heard his steady breathing rhythmically, she froze for a while, this strange child, wouldn't be able to fall asleep under such noise disturbance as her.
"Seimei? Abe Seimei?" She called out in a low voice, "What a strange child, he can fall asleep like this."
She suddenly became curious, and slowly moved to his side, looking over with her head.
Although he was lying with his back to her, she could still see Seimei's long eyelashes flickering slightly under the half-dark candlelight, forming faint shadows under his eyes, like a newborn butterfly Flapping the crispy wings. Qingming is really getting more and more beautiful, and it is the unique androgynous beauty at this age, beautiful but slender, slender but not weak, just sleeping peacefully like this, she looks more beautiful than ordinary women It's even more exciting. Although they are under the same roof, she doesn't have too many chances to look at Qingming like she is now. No matter how beautiful Qingming is, he is still a boy, and there is a coldness in his bones that is not easy to approach. Although his attitude towards her has changed since the incident of falling into the water, he still keeps a distance when getting along; even with Qingming's habits and personality. She already knows quite well, and she often thinks that she has no way of knowing what is really going on in his heart.
"Idiot, you'll get sick from the cold." Sha Luo muttered in a low voice, and pulled the unlined clothes beside him to cover him.
After watching quietly for a while, Sha Luo suddenly laughed, not knowing why, but feeling very happy.
"Good night, blame the kid." Sha Luo stood up gently while speaking, and tiptoed out of the room.
Hearing her going out, Qingming slowly opened his eyes, his body moved slightly, and the unlined clothing covering his body was tightened.
really... very warm...
Unconsciously, the ice and snow began to melt, and the cherry blossoms in early spring bloomed again under the blowing of the spring breeze. Heian-kyo, in the prosperous and prosperous age, ushered in another season of cherry blossoms like snow.
In early spring, Abe Seimei went home for the first time. Before that, he had never been home, and he never even mentioned the family affairs. Sha Luo asked his brother in private what happened, and his brother told him that Qingming's father was numbered.
On the morning when Qingming came back, the sky was drizzling. As soon as she heard the news of his return, Shaluo went to look for him. When she went out of the room, she saw Qingming standing under the wisteria flowers in the yard. , blowing his clothes fluttering.
The wisteria flowers in late spring are flying like rain, and the person standing in the rain of colorful flowers seems to be wrapped in interweaving, letting the petals fall on his body with a calm and sad face. There was a deep sadness in his black eyes, which made him look strangely vulnerable—this kind of sadness had always existed, but he never showed it easily, so the surface was always so calm.
"Qingming, you're back?" Qingming glanced at her, but said nothing.
Sha Luo wanted to say something more, but nothing came out.
Seeing his much thinner figure, Sha Luo felt a faint pain in his heart, why, he couldn't even say a word of comfort.
At dusk, there was a dense rain in the sky again, and the whole courtyard seemed to be soaked in the flying mist, presenting an ink painting-like charm. Those hydrangeas that were scattered before, now, as if they had absorbed the aura of the rain, clusters of light blue flower balls bloomed around them. And Qingming standing in front of the flowers, like the beauty in the painting, seems to be within reach, but unable to really touch. Such a sunny day has the beauty of watching flowers in the fog. Occasionally, raindrops pass through the railings of the corridor and fall on the bare skin, like a lover's light kiss, gentle and moist. When Shaluo saw this scene through the wooden lattice window, mist that even he couldn't explain clearly floated up in his heart.
The sound of dense and fine rain came from outside the window. At first, it was like the rustling of spring silkworms chewing mulberry, and then it hit the closed casement like dense beans, and soon the sound of water droplets dripping from the eaves was heard. The rain was getting heavier and heavier... She looked at Qingming worriedly, thought for a while, took something from the room, and ran out.
Qingming leaned against the cold wall, slowly slid and sat on the bone-chilling ground, letting the rain fall on her body mercilessly. Even though it is spring, the icy coolness is still lingering.
Just then, he felt as if the rain had stopped. Raising her eyes, she saw that Sha Luo was holding a red umbrella standing in front of him, shielding him from the rain. Through the blurred rain, there was a trace of tenderness and pity in her eyes that gently tugged at him like silk threads. In an instant, layers of moist mist rushed towards his face, making him feel a little dizzy, but for some reason, he felt extremely warm in his heart.
In those expectations that are about to be forgotten, it seems that the new shoots are trying to stretch the fragile green hope, and the weakest point in my heart suddenly sticks out from the imprisoned stone. The rain became heavier, and the soft rain turned into a curtain of water, which washed and sprinkled towards the courtyard like splashed ink.
The wind blew their hair, and the long black hair moved slightly in the morning wind. The two of them just stayed there quietly, like a freehand painting.