When Mo Chen went back, Ranbai was leaning lazily on the couch to read a book, his red clothes were as blood as reflected in the ice and snow outside the window. Seeing him coming back, she put down the book and held his sleeve, casually: "Where have you been going by sir?"

"Say something to them," he whispered.

"Tell me." Ranbai said with a oh, half-curled his thin lips and smiled, "I listen to it."

"A Bai."

"Um?"

"Happy New Year." The gentleman pinched her face and said in a gentle voice, with his eyebrows and eyes clear and soft.

"So, sir."

This year's New Year's Eve can finally be celebrated.

It was at night, it was snowing outside and the night was cold. Everyone sat in the attic to make dumplings, and there were fluffy blankets on the ground. They didn’t feel cold when they sat directly. They talked and laughed, noisy, and the sound was very far away.

Ranbai said nothing, but sat cross-legged beside the gentleman, with silver hair hanging lazily behind him, loose and loose, looking at him sideways, smiling in Peach Blossom's eyes, romantic and affectionate at the tail, but his eyes were focused on one person.

Even if Mo Chen couldn't see it, he knew that she had been looking at him: "What's so good about it?"

"I can't see enough." Ranbai supported his chin.

Feng Luoyingli and others next to him were simply invisible, and they kept making noises and burst into laughter.

"Sir." Ranbai glanced at them and said something unscrupulously, without any comment.

"I know, I know, only Your Highness can make trouble for Mr. "The Phoenix's feathers were almost unable to hide, and its tail was quietly exposed.

Ranbai raised his eyebrows, but did not refute, and swayed his husband's sleeve lazily: "What are you going to do?"

"Press you a little fox." Mr. dressed in white and snow-sleeved, his wrist bones were as cold as jade, with exquisite curves, and his hands were extremely slender, with bones like bamboo. He pinched a vivid fox with flour.

Ranbai stretched out his fingertips and poked the little fox's belly: "And eat it in one bite."

"Eat all for you."

"Don't pinch it so beautiful." Ranbai said.

"good."

The gentleman never asked her why, and all the results were unconditional indulgence and agreement.

Ranbai smiled softly, approached him and said, "Otherwise, I'm afraid I'm reluctant to eat it."

The lights are warm and the night is dark.

Phoenix fell aside: "I'm going to eat dumplings together on New Year's Eve this year."

The dumplings were cooked, and Feng Luo's mouth was greedy. He secretly tasted one, and he was so hot that he danced on the spot, leaving his soul out of his body.

Yixi tickled expressionlessly: "I deserve you."

It's the same cat demon, but it's mature and steady.

Ranbai doesn't matter. As long as Feng Luo doesn't steal the dumplings made by her husband, she can also talk to Feng Luo with Yan Yuese.

Ming dug out the peach blossom wine from under the tree: "Do you drink it?"

"Drink!!"

"drink!"

"I want it too!"

The gentleman took two wine glasses and put them in front of him, and filled them with white. The crystal clear wine set off on the snow sleeves of the knuckles and said with a smile: "A Bai."

He had a good voice, his voice was low and affectionate, and melted the snow water for a whole season: "I'm drunk with Mr.?"

"Okay, don't get drunk." Ranbai responded, took the wine from his husband's hand, touched him a glass, and drank it all up. He couldn't feel the strong wine was poured straight into his throat.

The wine enters his throat and turns to an empty cup. The gentleman is gentle, but he may not necessarily drink when drinking. He loves strong wine, drinks freely, and is free and free.

"Come on, come on, drink together." Feng Luo shouted, "Host, sir."

Everyone clinked their glasses together, and the wine reflected the candlelight.

Forever bright and undestructible.

This glass of wine.

Respect the future.

May you be happy forever and may you be free from sorrow.

In the end, everyone was drunk and still clinking glasses. A bunch of them fell down. The bell at twelve o'clock rang as if it were promised.

It's a new year again.

Everyone is there.

"Happy New Year of Your Highness!"

"Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year."

In just four short words, what exactly does it contain for them is hard to describe and unforgettable.

Ranbai said slowly: "Happy New Year."

Later, Feng Luo and the others were still making noise. Ranbai pulled his husband out of the attic and sat on the steps of the courtyard. He could see the sky with his eyes raised.

The snowflakes are shattered like a scroll, drifting with the wind.

"Mr. Jing." Danbai's alcohol content is not good, and he doesn't indulge in drinking much on weekdays. This time he gets drunk completely. He even raises his wrist and clinks with Mo Chen. The drink is straightforward and neat.

The courtyard is no better than in the attic. The weather is cold and the snow is still falling. The gentleman put his white outer garment on his body, and the white garments and red garments complement each other, and they are gentle and enthusiastic.

He drank the wine and his voice was in the cold wind: "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard." Ranbai looked at him sideways and said firmly.

Ranbai is a person with restrained feelings and consistent rationality. He never speaks what he really cares about.

Since that day, I have been calm.

She never asked where her husband was in the past few years, why he didn't see her, and why he suddenly appeared.

Even the gentleman wouldn't ask her how she lived the years she had in the next few years.

Is the answer important?

As long as each other is there.

Everything is worth it.

"Sir." Ranbai whispered, and the ending sound was lazy and hoarse because of drinking wine.

He nodded and responded to her.

"I'm so happy." She looked at him, pointed at herself, and suddenly laughed. Her peach blossom eyes were full of romantic feelings, and her drunkenness reflected her eyebrows and eyes, which was a touch of snow. At a moment, her eyes could be straightforward and clean, with her fingertips facing her, and she paused, "I'm really, so happy."

One sentence made Mo Chen feel soft and soft. The mountains, rivers, the sun, moon and stars in his heart finally turned into a person. He raised his fingers, gently stroked His Highness's eyebrows, outlined her appearance, and said softly: "Sir, I am very happy."

That's Ah Bai.

It's Ah Bai.

He didn't know what human feelings were.

But he knew that she was far more important than life and mountains and rivers.

Ranbai stared at him for a long time, and in the sky and snowy world, he finally drank the wine in his glass in one go. The strong wine slid across his throat, like a handful of fire, and the fire was unstoppable.

Even the blood was boiling and clamoring.

The suppressed, extreme, the emotions that were integrated into the blood and life were thunderous, but she remained silent on her face and had already learned rationality and restraint. Then, she would hit the net with one blow.

What she said.

This time.

She must want him.

It's necessary to pay for your life.

"Sir, can we make a bet?"

"What are you betting on?"

"Those who lose the bet must agree to the other party's New Year's wish."

Ranbai said slowly, the peach blossom eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling, the deep affection and emotion were intertwined, and the bottomlessness made people easily see the emotions inside, as if the deep sea was swallowing people.

"Dare you sir?"

"What's not to dare?"

"I bet half an hour later, the moon will appear." Ranbai casually glanced at the night sky and said.

"Then I bet I won't show up." The gentleman's tone was calm, gentler than Saixue.
Chapter completed!