Ranbai was stagnant for a moment, and turned around in the snow. He was flying in the sky, with a black cloak and a red robe, bulging with the wind and snow, and his silver hair and red eyes.

"I'm here," he said.

He stood there, standing in the dim lights, wearing a dark black dress, plain and without any trace, only a white edge on the collar, the sleeves were fluttering, calm and indifferent, but too thin, so that they were a little thin.

I held up a red oil-paper umbrella, and snowflakes still fell on my body.

As before.

The heavy snow is still falling, and the long lights are bright all night.

He walked towards her step by step, accurately.

Elegant manners, stern and solemn.

Stopped in front of Ranbai.

One foot distance.

The tone was as quiet and calm as before, like a natural comfort: "Don't you remember sir?"

Now Ran Bai clearly saw his face under the shadow of the umbrella eaves, and he could see clearly and truly.

It was the reflection in my eyes countless times, what I thought in my heart was the blurry outline in my dream, and the gentleman in white was painted.

It's her husband.

From the thin and smooth jawline to the curve of the eyebrow bone, the lines are clear and clear, and the eyebrows and eyes are like picturesque, like a roll of Buddhist scriptures, exuding a peaceful and prosperous atmosphere under the incense of the temple.

But--

He covered his eyes with black silk.

Ranbai has seen his eyes, which is very beautiful. He has seen the sun, moon, stars, mountains, sea, and earth. He shouldn't be like this now.

The people around had long been dismissed by Ying Li. For a moment, the world was extremely quiet, as if only the two of them were left. The lights were continuous and dozens of miles along the river.

Before this, Ranbai thought about many ways of reunion. She wanted to kiss his eyelashes, his eyes, and wanted to ask for a kiss, and smell the fragrance of the sunken wood on his body.

It's best to stay in his arms and listen to him telling stories.

But at this moment, she couldn't do anything and just stood there.

There.

Looking at him for a long time.

The oil-paper umbrella slowly tilted towards her, covering the fine snowflakes, and the snow between the sky and the earth was silent.

It's very similar to the first year of meeting.

"gentlemen."

Over the years, it has been scattered and half a lifetime. There are only two words, one title, from the mouth and the heart, and they have been calling it thousands of times.

It was like a bright spring one year, and one sleepy afternoon, she covered his eyes from behind: "Sir!"

"Um."

He said.

"Sir, right."

Ranbai walked forward one step closer.

Three thousand lights are brightly lit, and thousands of families are happy.

Their shoes pointed to the toes, and they were close to each other and breathed lightly.

Ranbai looked up at the red oil-paper umbrella that completely enveloped her. There was a Clivia above her. She narrowed her eyes and suddenly smiled and looked at him.

"Why are you just coming back now?"

He was silent for a long time: "Sorry."

"Why do you want to apologize?" Ranbai held the handle of the oil paper umbrella and held it with his hands. The joints under his fingertips were thin and protruding, weak and cold, and they were very beautiful and thin hands.

No temperature.

Why is this so?

She asked again: "Why do you want to apologize?"

He didn't pull out his hand, and the two of them held an umbrella together. The fragrance of moist wood lingers in the air, so faint that it is difficult to catch anything, and they are entangled in their breathing everywhere.

One second, two seconds—

When Ranbai counted until the second second, he spoke.

Her eyebrows and eyes were as good as before, like a slowly unfolding Buddhist scriptures, neither arrogant nor impatient, maybe she was thunderous in her heart, but she said to her quietly.

"I accidentally lost my child at home and made her wait for so long."

Dye white and pause every word.

"I hate waiting for people the most in my life."

"I'm sorry, it's the gentleman's fault. I'll never go back." Behind him, the snow was vast, the weather was cold at the end of the year, and the bones were straight and there was no curvature at all.

The last trace of distance was gone, Ranbai hugged him without warning, and the oil-paper umbrella fell silently to the ground, the bright red contrasting with the clear white snow.

They embraced each other in the snow, parted in winter, and met again in winter.

"gentlemen."

"Yeah, I'm here."

Every time she says a word, sir, he responds to the next word.

Impatient with his annoyance.

It seems like I want to make up for all the regrets that I owe, not be here for the years.

She will eventually embrace the sun.
Chapter completed!