After the unremitting efforts of Jun Luotian and Su Ruixue, the medicine was finally completely refined. After the two fed the medicine to Mu Xiyue, Mu Xiyue still had no response, and the two were a little disappointed when they saw Mu Xiyue unresponsive. , Said: "Maybe the medicine hasn't arrived, how could it be so fast."

Xiao Xiao interjected and said: "As long as there is progress, it's good."

Long Yinfeng glanced at Xiao Xiao without a word. He knows Xiao Xiao, Xiao Xiao is a naturally optimistic character, he always has a strong optimism about Mu Xiyue can wake up. Mu Xiyue had been in a coma for three months before and after, and in the middle of it, the Dragon Yinfeng was basically unnecessary. All the things went back.

Long Yinfeng will not complain, it has always been like this, he always has a way to deal with it, as long as Mu Xiyue's condition can improve ... but no progress. After tasting too many disappointments and the lost Long Yinfeng, it is really difficult to be as optimistic as Xiao Xiao. Most of that sentence was just comforting, comforting myself, and comforting Su Ruixue and Jun Luotian who were so busy. Perhaps the medicine given by Jun Luotian to suppress the spread of toxins a few days ago is an improvement, is it an improvement? But it took a full three months.

Can Long Yinfeng wait? Waiting, not waiting. It's just that I'm tired of hope again and again. Seeing that the beloved is lying on the bed now, silently, but he can't help himself. This feeling is even more sad and painful than the feeling of directing the death of Long Yinfeng.

If you do n’t have Mu Xiyue, then you do n’t have so much pain, but if you do n’t have Mu Xiyue, how can you have yourself now?

"The weather is getting colder and colder. It seems that it will be snowing in the next few days. Do you really not wake up and watch the first snow with me?" But Mu Xiyue was lying unresponsively, with long eyelashes and a small mouth. Long Yinfeng gently caged Mu Xiyue's broken hair behind Mu Xiyue's ear, and then sighed gently.

Some things just can't stand the nagging. Long Yinfeng said that it was going to snow in the morning, and then snowflakes floated in the afternoon. The soft little snowflakes fell slowly. Gradually, the little snowflake grew bigger and thicker, densely packed. First, the little snowflakes fluttered gently like catkins; then the bigger and the smaller, the bursts were like a burst. Snow, snow like catkins, snow like reeds, snow like dandelions dance in the air and fly in the wind. Snow like cotton wool, snow like aloe flowers, snow like dandelion fluffy seeds fluttering in the wind.

Clusters of snow flew down, as if countless shredded cotton **** rolled down from the sky. Long Yinfeng stretched out his hand, and the crystal-clear little snowflake landed on the palm of Long Yinfeng. It looked transparent, and slowly, it melted. Long Yinfeng was a little distracted, and Snow made Long Yinfeng feel only one word-cold. The cold emanating from the heart. The ground is silver and white, and clean, while the snowflakes are still like catkins, like cotton, and goose feathers. The willows that had fallen leaves were covered with fluffy, shiny silver bars; evergreen pine and cypress trees in winter and summer were piled with fluffy, heavy snowballs.

Long Yinfeng gazed at the sky, closed his eyes, Ren Xuexue and his cheeks ** tenderly, Long Yinfeng seemed to hear snowflakes singing gently in his ears in a trance, as if he heard the distant sky The sound of the piano. When it snows for the first time, the flakes are usually not too large and not too dense. For example, the catkins flutter with the wind. As the wind blows, the snow becomes denser and the snowflakes grow bigger and bigger, like a white net. Nothing can be seen from far away.

A few minutes later, a thin layer of snow accumulated on the ground, and the earth was decorated and moisturized by the late snow. The snow lay down in the sky, and it became more and more fierce and bigger and bigger. It looked like a magnificent picture. Snowflakes are very white, so pure white. They make the earth very pure and beautiful. Long Yinfeng has such a feeling: the sentimental sentence snow of classic sentences not only makes everything pure, but also makes people's hearts as beautiful and pure as it is. And Mu Xiyue is like this for Long Yinfeng.

A person as beautiful as snow is clean and pure.

"Rixue walked down to Kyushu, covered the pavilion, rhythm of winter and autumn, and the hustle and bustle. The sky and the roof were full, Changan snow, covering the hills and hills, and the sky was full of concentration." , Looked around and saw Jun Luotian. Jun Luotian stood with his hands on his back, dressed in white, standing under the eaves, actually giving people a feeling like a fairy.

Long Yinfeng looked like Jun Luotian and said, "It's snowing."

Jun Luotian nodded and said, "Yes, it's snowing." The two looked at each other silently, and turned their heads to see the snow again.

"Snow is a white elf flying from a distant country, white fluff falling from the wings of angels, or a white quilt specially prepared for the earth in the winter. Yes, snow is like reeds; like cotton wool; like dandelion with fluff The seeds of her. She fluttered, she was flying, she was graceful ... "Jun Luotian said:" When I was young, I like snow very much, maybe some good things are accompanied by snow. Don't worry, there will be today Good news. "

Jun Luotian said, Long Yinfeng nodded and said, "I hope."

As soon as Long Yinfeng's words ended, he heard Xiao Xiao's eager voice: "Master! Master! Master!"

Long Yinfeng turned his head and said, "When? So panicky."

Xiao Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, but the excitement on her face was hard to hide, saying, "Master, Princess, Princess, she woke up!"

"What?" Long Yinfeng hurriedly ran to Mu Xiyue's house when he heard Xiao Xiao's words, woke up, you woke up, you finally woke up ...

Long Yinfeng ran to the door of Mu Xiyue's room. When he opened the door, Long Yinfeng could obviously feel his fingertips trembling, and those who missed him woke up.

Long Yinfeng pushed open the door and walked towards Mu Xiyue's bed step by step. When Long Yinfeng saw Mu Xiyue, he really opened his eyes. Mu Xiyue's **** eyes blinked gently. Mu Xiyue opened his mouth to talk, but found his voice very hoarse and clear. After his voice, Mu Xiyue asked, "How long have I slept?"

"For a long time ... for a long time ..." Long Yinfeng was still a little unbelievable, and all the words were floating, Long Yinfeng said softly, then sat down and looked at Mu Xiyue, Said: "You, you finally woke up."

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