This is a newly built house, located on the side of the mulberry field. The white walls blend with the surrounding snow. The tall horse head wall is also covered with snow, exposing the edge of the Daiwa rafters, as if painted on white paper. The black line on the top outlines a white drawing of a Jiangnan residential house in a few simple strokes.

Aoki stood on the corridor on the second floor, looking at the scenery outside the corridor.

The snow is still floating in the ground, big trees and small trees have become silver snakes dancing in a flurry. Only the lake has never been snow-covered, and it is as calm as a mirror, reflecting the gray sky. When snowflakes fall on it, it seems to be sucked by the mirror. Disappeared as if entering.

Behind him is a familiar door, with a couplet that says "Only Aoki can live in the gods". Inside the door is a small room with a desk, a sofa, a row of bookshelves and a bird shelf. A pack of Paramount cigarettes, a box of matches, and an ashtray were on the table, and magazines were piled up in a mess on the sofa and on the floor, all up to date. The elbow meat with sauce is placed in the bird food box, which is also fresh and smells good.

Inside was a small room with white walls on all sides, spotlessly clean. There is a bed against the wall with a cloud silk quilt, which is also clean and tidy.

Everything is the same as when he left, if it weren't for the changes in the exterior walls and location of the house, he would have thought he lived in it yesterday.

It is hard to imagine that it has been five years since I left!

Liuying Lane is gone, Liu has become a mulberry, and the old neighborhoods that once said hello have moved elsewhere. Although the mulberry garden is beautiful, it is too clear. He thought of the woman, living alone here, with the blue silk dyed with cream, and his heart felt a little tender.

This was a feeling he had never felt before. For a dreamless lazy person, emotions are like cones of ice hanging on the eaves of the corridor.

Aoki looked up, stretched out his hand, and gently broke off the long thin ice. The place where he started was cold, and when he held it in the palm of his hand, the melted water overflowed from his fingers and soaked his skin. Afterwards, he no longer felt the ice, but felt warm, and then felt a little burning, just like holding it. There was a soft flame.

The crow crawled on top of his head quietly, without barking or making noise, just as he watched the snow outside quietly, drifting past his eyes piece by piece.

"It's dinner!" The cry of the flower of life came downstairs.

The restaurant is not big, the square dining table is against the wall, leaving three sides. There were four dishes and one soup on the table: a knuckle in sauce, a braised carp, half a white sliced ​​chicken, a plate of braised cabbage, and a bowl of carrot soup.

Aoki and Bishenghua sat face to face, the crow stood alone, and the cut elbow of sauce was in front of it.

Bi Shenghua smiled and said: "I don't know if you come back, the food is not prepared much, the food market is closed for the New Year's Eve."

Smelling the tangy scent, the crow exclaimed intoxicated: "Oh, Ruhua, I am already very satisfied! I feel alive again! Without you, life loses its meaning! It was you who gave me rebirth and the world. Become beautiful!... 呱... um..."

Aoki took a piece of elbow meat with his chopsticks and stuffed it into its mouth, blocking its poetry, and said with a smile: "For those who celebrate the New Year, don't talk about life or death."

Bi Sheng Hua took out a bottle of red wine and asked, "Drink some?"

Aoki nodded and said, "Okay, drink a little."

Bi Shenghua opened the wine with a corkscrew while saying: "This wine was given by Huang Ziqiang."

"Huang Ziqiang?" Qingmu thought for a long time before remembering that it was the Huang boss of Xishan Hot Spring Villa.

"Yes, do you remember that we drank Lafite for 82 years in his hot spring villa? More than five years ago, right?" Bi Shenghua said with emotion.

Aoki smiled and said, "Didn't you say that Lafite in 1982 was nothing special, it was just that the weather was good that year, and those who bought that kind of wine at high prices were all fools?"

Bi Shenghua said: "I thought about the expansion of the bar later. It would be good to buy a little bit of this type of wine. So I asked Huang Ziqiang if he had stock and wanted to buy a few bottles from him. He said that Lafite was gone, but he gave it to me. A box of Romani Conti came. I want to give him money. He doesn't want to live or die. Seeing him like that, I'm afraid you will come back to settle accounts with him."

Aoki couldn't help but smile, and said that I was so stingy, so I went to trouble with someone for a few bottles of wine, and said: "This person didn't do anything while I was away?"

"That's not true. He has been in the market for several years, and he is considered a character. He hasn't forgotten you. He comes to ask about your news every year, and he also gives a lot of things to him. I."

Bi Shenghua poured the wine into the decanter, and while sobering the wine, she talked to Aoki about a lot of what had happened in the past few years. Speaking of Professor Mei, talking about Yao Jingjing and Hou Biao, talking about Hu Xing and Shi Dazhuang, talking about Poppies and Xia Tian... She just said that, without asking where Qingmu went or what he did.

Aoki listened silently, and asked once in a while. He also wanted to tell her the story of Ramla, but he didn't know how to say it or where to start.

Ru Mao's blood-drinking savage, the horror of the giant moon in the sky, the strangeness of three days and the despair of the deep well of time and space... these may be very wonderful stories written in the novel, but at this moment he only feels the scenery~lightnovelpub.net~everyone I care about you very much. It is reasonable to tell them when you come back. But today on New Year’s Eve, it’s snowing again, so I won’t scare people with your news. Tomorrow the first day of the day, or..." Bi Shenghua hesitated and said, "I'll send you a message, shall we get together tomorrow? "

Aoki looked at Bi Shenghua's face, looked at the silver light that occasionally reflected in the hair under the light, and was silent for a while before saying, "Don't use it, I'll be with you these days."

Bi Shenghua was stunned for a moment, with an "um" in her mouth, lowered her head and shook the decanter in her hand.

The crow looked left and right, rolled his eyes and said, "Will I become Hou Biao?"

"What?" Aoki and Bishenghua asked at the same time.

The crow said: "The head is too bright, the natural light bulb quack!"

Bi Sheng Hua burst into laughter, and said angrily: "Just your body is black, you don't want to be a light bulb in this life!"

Seeing that the wine was almost awake, she poured a glass for Aoki and herself. The crow jumped and shouted: "I want it too, I want it too, quack!"

Bi Sheng Hua took a small glass of white wine, poured it a little, and said: "Drink slowly, don't get drunk!"

The crow was very dissatisfied with the small cup. He lowered his head, soaked up the wine in the glass in one sip, smacked his lips, screaming:

"Ruhua, let's have another cup of quack, such as—flower—, don’t be so stingy!"

The flower of a lifetime had to pour another cup for it. It drank with the sauce elbow again, and drunkenly called again: "Ruhua, come again! Such as-flower -, little lady, pour wine for the master!"

Lifetime Flower slapped the table: "What did you say!"

The crow was so frightened that he fell off the edge of the table and onto the chair. He craned his neck, dropped his head on the table, and opened his mouth cautiously: "Then what, quack, what happened just now? quack..."