Above the inky black Wei River, snow flakes were flying all over the sky like jade dragon scales. In the white snow, the red clothes were more like fire, and the back figure gradually went away.
He suddenly understood, rushed out of the pavilion, and chased after him in the snow.
Her figure was clearly in front of him, yet it seemed so illusory and vague that no matter how hard he tried to chase her, he could never reach her.
She is elusive, like a pomegranate blossoming in the snow in May, bright and dazzling, yet not real.
She was clearly walking slowly along the bank of the Wei River on a snowy night, yet it seemed as if she was swimming on the Luo River. Her clothes were fluttering and her graceful figure was like a goddess. She could be seen, yet forever unapproachable.
"My dear, my dear—"
Finally, after he understood that he might not be able to catch up like this, he desperately called out to the figure in front of him. His voice passed through the vast snow and echoed on the bank of the Wei River in the silent snowy night.
Amid his anxious and fearful calls, she finally responded, stopped in the snow, slowly turned her pretty face, and quietly looked at the figure he was chasing.
She was always so understanding and would not let him down, even at this moment. With infinite gratitude and impulse, he finally caught up with her this time, hugged her tightly in his arms, and kissed her passionately and messily, constantly falling on the old scar between her eyebrows, on her cold eyelids and cheeks, and finally, on her lips that were like cherry blossoms in spring.
"My dear. My dear."
If he had lost her for a long, long time, so long that the world had gone through many changes, when he embraced her again, he suddenly remembered the scene when he went with his mother to the Da Ci'en Temple, the first famous temple built by imperial decree in Chang'an, to listen to the Dharma when he was a child. On that day, thousands of people in Chang'an flocked to the temple, and even outside the mountain gate, there were dense crowds of people who came to listen to the Dharma. The master sat on the Sumeru throne and talked about the Buddha's preaching, and the sky was full of flowers. When he was young, he was ignorant and had no idea why the master preached, but he was deeply impressed by this and remembered it to this day. At this moment, he felt as if he had entered the Bodh Gaya Mountain, and countless canopies, necklaces, pearls, vases, mandarava flowers, Mahamandara flowers, manjushaka flowers, Mahamandaraka flowers, and heavenly flowers fell from the sky like rain.
Apart from great excitement and joy, he could not say anything else. He could only call her name softly over and over again.
Her bright eyes stared at him for a long time.
"Mr. Pei, we have clearly already agreed on this. Why are you chasing me again?"
Suddenly, she asked him softly.
He was stunned.
Her voice was soft, but it was like a lion's roar, a wake-up call.
Along with a feeling of blankness in my heart, all the excitement and joy just now faded away in an instant.
Was it for her, or for the news she told him which was a huge shock or should be called good news to him
She noticed his confused look, but smiled slightly, nodded to him gently, and then turned and left again.
This time, she never stopped, let alone looked back.
The pomegranate shadow disappeared.
The rain of flowers from the sky also disappeared like bubbles.
All that was left before my eyes was a vast expanse of snow.
It turned out to be just a dream.
How could Pei Xiaoyuan have the confidence to chase her like that and force her to stop for him