652 floating lamp

There are also butterflies and bees, shuttled through them, pulling out wisps of colorful, and bringing this gorgeous to her side and stopping at her fingertips.

Xuanyuan still pay attention to her look...

The corners of her eyes are red, her eyes are shining, her nose is pink, her nose is moving slightly, and the ribbon between her fingers is wet with shallow water.

"I was going to show you the spring, but you are sick, and I think that even if you get better, you will not be able to withstand the bumps for the time being, so I moved the flowers here. It's a pity..."

He patted the trunk of a flower tree next to him, and the branches were full of velvet evening camellias and trembled lively: "The camellia is not possible, only this evening tea..."

His hand was suddenly pinched and turned his head to meet her smile. His eyes were full of gratitude for him.

The regret in my heart dissipated.

He smiled, raised his hand, hesitated, and slowly put it on her cheek.

Her eyes flashed slightly, but she did not dodge.

A bud bulged in his heart, just like this evening camellia, which opened uncontrollably and vigorously.

He took a step forward, and his lips were a little dry because of tension, so he couldn't help moistening.

Then I saw her blush. It's very beautiful and red, just like this dazzling flower.

No, flowers are not as good as!

What about him?

In the sight, a little bee got into the heart of the flower, revealing only the yellow and black body, swinging pleasantly.

So he clenched her wrist, lowered his head slowly, and went to the two lips that were slightly whiter but delicate because of the serious illness...

Suddenly, her hand was empty. When her mind turned around, she had stood beside the flowers, picked a light pink evening tea, smelled it on the tip of her nose, and walked towards him with a smile.

A flower was handed to his eyes on her slender and nearly transparent fingers.

Looking at the flower and then looking at her smiling face, the chagrin suddenly disappeared.

I took the flower, turned between my fingers, smiled, and turned the hairpin to her temples...

It seems that on the Yuan Festival that year, he took a string of jasmine silk flowers and didn't go to her hair...

Unfortunately, the next day, he found the poor Jasmine by the ditch, and now...

She touched the evening tea on her temples and cherished it very carefully. Then she raised her eyes and smiled at him.

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In the middle of summer, the snow in Xueling stopped.

This is the only snow-free season in Xueling, and the snow on the ground begins to melt. In the day, the surface melts into a thin layer, deep and shallow, sometimes dripping water.

At night, it becomes cool ice, against the cold light in the moonlight, and the water that has not yet fallen to fall to the ground forms an inverted cones, like a dagger, sharp and sharp, like a row of tusks, gloomy and horrible.

The two figures spread diagonally on the ice and move forward slowly. The tall man who was holding the slender hand, but after the man slipped and almost fell, he fixed her firmly beside him and wrapped his hand around her waist. A fragrance came out of her collar, warm and peaceful, which made him want to put his nose up and grasp her fragrance fiercely.

His hand was probably in a position, which made her itchy and numb, constantly laughing and breaking free. Her soft body swayed around his arms, as if it had hit his heart, making it numb and soft. So she was surrounded more tightly, and her fingertips deliberately or unintentionally clasped her itching, causing her laughter to jump on the ice like a silver bell.

In front is a quiet lake.

The night of Xueling is still full of cold air, but the lake is not frozen, reflecting the different ice on the shore, like a huge mirror.

She raised her head, and her eyes clearly said, "What did you bring her here for?"

Xuanyuan smiled, reluctantly let go of her and walked aside.

It was originally a whole piece of ice, but I don't know what he did. He uncovered the square piece and put it beside him.

He squatted down with his back and took out something from inside.

After a soft sound, his body was suddenly coated with a faint edge.

He stood up and turned around...

So she opened her eyes in surprise and looked at the light in his hand.

When she approached, she found that it turned out to be a lotus lamp carved from ice. The delicate base, thin and transparent petals, are slightly close to the middle. The candlelight swayed inside, like the wind blowing the stamens, reflecting the petals crystal clear and soft light.

Looking at her surprise, Xuanyuan smiled. Put the lantern in her hand, take her other hand, and walk to the place where he just stopped.

is a two-foot-square ice cellar, full of lotus lamps, neat, as if they had just woken up, bathed in the night light, looking at them hazyly.

"I heard that if you put the hand-made lotus lantern in the water on a full moon night, your wish will come true..."

Light a lantern, put it in the water, gently float the water wave, and the lantern floats away.

"I heard that when the lanterns are connected into a string and float far away to the place where the water and the sky meet, the sky will hear your heart and help you achieve your wishes. Do you want to help me realize my wish?"

Luo Wen'er stood for a while, looked at the lantern in her hand, and walked to him silently.

Squatted beside him, put the lantern into the water, gently lifted the water wave, and the lantern rotated in place, swayed and floated forward. Unexpectedly, it caught up with the previous lamp and hit it. And the lamp in front floated not far and stopped, as if waiting. It was not until the lamp floated to the side that it shook, and then quietly drifted away.

The soft and yellow light lit in Xuan Yuanshang's eyes, swaying, as if lighting up the eyes and folding out the swaying brilliance.

He turned his head and looked at her with flashes.

She lowered her eyes and took a lantern.

"Wait!"

He lit the lantern, and waited for her to put the lamp in the water, stir the water wave and send the lamp away.

The sound of water broke this silent night.

Not long, there was laughter by the water. The two scrambled to light the lamp, put it in the water, and stir the splash together.

In the sky, the full moon showed half of its face from the clouds, and the water suddenly lit up.

In the lake, lanterns lined up, like a fluorescent bead chain, accompanied by a sparkling reflection, drifting away into the distance.

"Do you want to know what I wished?" He withdrew his eyes and looked at her.

Luo Wener looked at the water and let go of the last lamp in her hand.

As soon as her hand was immersed in the water, he held it.

The cold fingertips are clenched in the palm of your hand, which is an unspeakable heartache.

He sighed, held her in his arms, and put his little hand on his chest.

Outside the skirt is her coolness.

Under the palm of his hand, his heart beats powerfully and slowly.

At the foot, the lotus lamp that had no time to be sent away stopped quietly in place. With the slightly rippled water waves, the light and shadow moved gently...