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That night, they walked for a long time among the ten-mile long street and the three thousand bright lights. There was no end to it, and they interlocked their fingers calmly.

Snow has been falling.

Drenched in snow today, we will grow old together in this life.

"The blood race has changed a lot." Holding an umbrella, the husband leaned in her direction, restless for a long time, and his voice was low and calm.

Ranbai looked at him sideways, with deep eyebrows and dark blood pupils, and finally smiled, "How do you know?"

He said softly, "I led you along this road before, it's not like this."

"Sir, you still remember."

"Um."

Only three years of memory, to spend a long time.

How dare you forget.

Before meeting Ranbai that year, Mo Chen never thought that he would stop thinking about the mountains and rivers because of one person, and he would be worried about going out for a long time, and he couldn't let go of it.

So those years of separation later.

The only thing I have is that in the short three years, I recalled it repeatedly, every word, every sentence, every sound and smile, until I could even recite it backwards, and it was unforgettable.

He thought about it well and spent the rest of his life remembering it.

"Remember to go further and there is Cui Ji on the left. You liked to eat it when you were young."

"Cui Ji is gone." Ranbai said.

The more calm he behaves, the more difficult it is for him to calm down, seeing that he is dressed in black and has a thin figure.

But she didn't ask any questions.

Mo Chen didn't say anything either.

They just held each other's hands tightly.

In the howling cold wind, she was in a state of confusion.

"I've changed too."

He paused word by word, earnestly to the extreme: "Even though things are ever-changing, A-Bai will always be Mr.'s student."

"Really? Even if I disobey what Mr. thinks?"

The person who walked out of Siwu that year has already changed.

Ranbai in the past died at the age of eighteen, and has not seen each other since then.

Mo Chen said: "Ah Bai has come out very well, in Mr.'s heart, he is extremely outstanding."

He wants her to live to the fullest, to love wantonly, not to be sincere and kind, but to be free and fearless.

she's fine.

"I see."

Ranbai didn't ask any more questions, but looked into the distance.

Those years of falling into ruins...

No day, no sun, no time, no hope, eternal hell.

Those who once owned and lost have all become throat-sealing poisons.

Since then, no one has dreamed of her and Qianchen.

She recalled the past in hell again and again, holding the memories accumulated for three years, repeatedly, rubbing into her bones and blood.

The day when the night was deep and the lights were turned off seemed to be within reach, but it was already out of reach.

Countless escapes from death, dripping with blood, on the verge of despair, I thought of Mr.

Sir... sir... sir is still waiting for her, she can't die...

In the end, I forgot everything, only the word "Mr." was on my lips, and I repeated it over and over again, not knowing why.

who is sir

she does not know.

But she always felt that the husband must be very important, very important.

The endless hell burns away all the past, and the darkness remains forever.

Only those two words.

Proof that she is alive.

Prove it ever existed.

Proof that someone is waiting for her to come home.

She has to live.

Try to survive.

Those who give up have to swallow a thousand needles.

After walking for a while, Mo Chen suddenly looked sideways, clearly blind, but still looking in her direction accurately, as if nothing had changed, as before, she was smiling and he was looking at her.

"This is the palace."

Voice is not a question.

"Yes." Ranbai led him away, strolling in the snow with Mister unhurriedly.

One person wears a red dress and a black cape, and the other wears a black dress and an oil-paper umbrella.

"Your Highness——" Seeing Ranbai coming back, Fenghuang rushed over anxiously, wanting to be the first to see Ranbai, but unexpectedly there was someone beside His Highness!

I was stunned for a while.

That life has a good bone appearance, but often when you notice him, you don't pay attention to his appearance.

But a strong character.

Ying Li didn't expect that Fenghuang would approach him so blindly. Speaking of them, only Fenghuang had never seen that person. Afterwards, everything was lost in the past, so he naturally had no way of knowing.

Ying Li whispered: "Your Highness, sir."

Mo Chen Su Ling covered her eyes, opened her umbrella and nodded.

Rao Yingli was already mentally prepared, but the moment he saw him, he still couldn't help being astonished, forced himself to restrain his mind, and lowered his eyes.

At that time, the blood soul had not yet awakened, and he also had spiritual consciousness, so he had seen him.

How could he do this?

Ranbai stood there with no emotion between her eyebrows and eyes.

Ying Li knew what she meant, and retreated with Fenghuang.

"Do you remember where this is, sir?"

"Hall." He replied.

No hesitation.

After a long time, I asked: "If you go further, you will be at the attic, right?"

Ran Bai was quiet for a moment: "Yes."

"Sir, do you remember?"

"I have walked the road thousands of times, so I remember it."

"Is the peach tree still there?"

"exist."

When she was young, she always liked to climb up a tree to sleep, and every time she came down, she had to be hugged by him.

At that time, when the sun was setting, she was smiling openly, which was a scene that had appeared in dreams countless times.

It was snowing heavily, stepping into the attic.

Every step I take, I have walked thousands of times.

The gentleman held Ranbai with one hand, and stroked the peach trees, branches and leaves, and other things in the courtyard with the other hand. The long fingers were covered by the wide sleeves, and the temperature was cold.

Even if he couldn't see it, he could still imagine the attic, where he lived for three years.

It turns out that those three years have been a lifetime.

Ranbai didn't say anything, and walked with him in the courtyard.

After a long time, with a faint smile on his brow and eyes, Mr. asked in a low voice, "You are still greedy for peach blossom wine now?"

"Don't be greedy anymore." Ranbai leaned sideways against the tree, looked at him, and said calmly, "No one will take me back when I'm drunk."

Mo Chen paused, his heartbeat became unbalanced again, the long and delicate emotions swept across like a deep sea, and the reflection of the moon fell into the water.

He hugs his moon.

"Another day, sir, get drunk with Ah Bai."

"Will you still break your promise?"

"Won't."

Never again.

Ranbai sat on the swing under the peach tree, his figure swayed slightly, behind him was the heavy snow, against which he flaunted his red clothes.

The husband stood right in front of her, his bones unbroken, fine snow fell on his shoulders.

She took his hand along the sleeve of her husband, and put it on her eyebrows: "Then guess what, sir?"

The fingertips are held up by someone, and placed on the eyebrows and eyes silently, the temperature of the touch is cold all year round, so real.

The sounds of wind, snow, and heartbeat blended together, falling into my ears this winter. Standing in front of the figure on the swing, he delicately traced the outline of her eyebrows and eyes with his fingertips, his movements light and gentle.

Ranbai didn't close her eyes, she just stared at him.

The gentleman smiled slightly and called softly, "Ah Bai."

It's Abai.

Mr. Abai.

Ranbai nodded: "It's me."

A snowflake landed on His Highness's eyelashes, and the silver hair and red eyes revealed the identity of the blood race. The snowflake slowly melted into snow water, and was gently wiped away by the white fingertips, as if treating a priceless treasure in the world.

"Ah Bai has grown taller." He gently rubbed her head, just like the old pampering scene.

Later, without hot milk, she grew three centimeters taller.

No one congratulated her on her birthday, and no one watched her for the New Year.

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