Because, she never thought it would look like this outside.

Obviously when they participated in the fight yesterday, the street was still very common. The weather was probably autumnal. The inside of the house was also generally cool, which was definitely not cold.

However, now it is white outside, snow is constantly falling down the street, and people wearing linen and filial piety are constantly shoveling snow on the street.

Sticking to the snow, there are all kinds of yellow, white, yellow and white... paper money.

In addition, flags were planted on both sides of the street.

The flag is snow-white, and a large black letter is written on the surface of the flag.

Negative.

"Negative?"

Duanmu Yawang muttered.

Fang Ruo Xingye Nong Ying Xiao Bailu and the others were also shocked by the detection outside and inside the mansion.

Fang Ruoxing stared at the street blankly, as if worried that he might have an illusion, then looked back at the mansion, and said in a daze: "Well, I'm not dazzled, I didn't see snow in the courtyard."

The manager grumbled and said softly: "Yes, Miss is not dizzy."

"Well, what's going on?"

Guan Shi said indifferently: "This is the Exile Festival."

Everyone was silent for a moment.

Duanmu Yawang scanned the street carefully, and found that the snow had been shoveled and piled up on the road, and there were already people with thighs high. It looked like it had been down for a long time.

Fang Ruoxing also saw the snow. She was so white that she opened her eyes wide and curiously said, "Well, when did this snow start to fall? This is the first time I have seen such thick snow. It's really interesting."

When she said that, she chuckled slightly.

"Miss!"

The steward immediately sternly said: "Don't laugh!"

"Uh!"

Fang Ruoxing immediately covered his mouth under the mask, and said at a loss: "I, I laughed, what will...what will happen?"

"You are still at the door." He didn't directly answer Fang Ruoxing's words, but said soothingly: "Remember, when you go out, don't do this."

Fang Ruoxing looked outside, only found new and interesting, and worried that he couldn't help it, and was even more at a loss: "Then, if I can't help it, what should I do?"

The manager frowned and looked sad.

Because the door has been opened, they are wearing such clothes and they can't get back.

Duanmu Yawang looked at Fang Ruoxing, pondered, and asked her: "Miss Fang, are you the only relative to Fang Zhu?"

Fang Ruoxing: "Yes."

Duanmu Yawang reminded her: "Now you may find this dress interesting, and I think it will not hurt to play with it. In the future, when the owner of the party for hundreds of years, I believe you must wear this dress even if you don’t want to wear it, because this is The so-called filial service."

"..."

Everyone wore masks on their faces, and there was no way to see Fang Ruoxing's face, but everyone could see her eyes.

Her eyes were dull, as if stunned.

"Miss Duanmu!" The manager frowned and became dissatisfied with Duanmu Yawang for the first time: "Don't say this to Miss."

"Ruoxing is not a kid anymore." Duanmu Yawang was helpless: "What you need to understand is to understand."

Birth, old age, sickness and death are inherently the law of heaven.

Sometimes, it is not a good thing to protect too well and blindly inform the good things without any precautions in the heart.

The steward wanted to rebut, but saw Fang Ruoxing's eyes were wet and red.

"Little, miss..."

"I'm fine."

Fang Ruoxing wiped his eyes, and said in a very soft voice: "Well, Miss Duanmu is right, I'm not a kid anymore."

Duanmu Yawang's eyes were still looking around, and found that after the door was opened, the inside became a bit cold, and some green plants in the mansion were also pressed with snow, and the branches withered quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye!

So weird...

Duanmu Yawang couldn't help pointing at the green plants and said, "What's going on?"

It is obvious that there is no snow on the upper part of the courtyard, nor does the snow outside float in. Is there snow in the courtyard?

Moreover, she is not someone who has never seen snow. The snowfall plants wither immediately, but they have never seen it before!

"Do not open the door for too long."

Manager Duanmu Yawang said that as if he had been reminded, he was no longer sticky, but instead urged them: "You guys go out quickly, go back quickly, it's about to close."

While speaking, he stared at Fang Ruoxing worriedly.

Duanmu Ya looked at the way of nature, what he was worried about, patted him on the shoulder, "Just take care of things, I will take care of Ruoxing, don't worry."

"Thank you."

The steward stared at Fang Ruoxing, Fang Ruoxing nodded, and walked out with Duanmu Yawang.

As soon as they stepped out, the door closed automatically with a bang.

The sound made their bodies tremble.

"It's cold."

When I went outside, it was getting colder and colder. Ye Nongying shook her body, rubbing her arms and exhaling like mist. "Fortunately, we must put on clothes if we are in charge, otherwise we will really die outside."

Duanmu Yawang still felt weird and asked Fang Ruoxing, "Have you never heard of snow in the Exile Festival before?"

"No."

Fang Ruoxing's voice was weak, and there was a bit of crying, "I used to hear my cousins ​​say that it was very funny, and the clothes were nice, I didn't expect it to be like this."

Duanmu Yawang didn't know how to comfort her either.

Although she couldn't bear Fang Ruoxing's appearance, it was for her good in the end.

Miss Duanmu, you don't have to blame yourself, Fang Ruoxing said softly: "Actually, I don't understand anything. My health is so bad. How can I not understand what death is, but daddy and others have never let people talk about it."

"They are also good for you."

"I know." Fang Ruoxing trembled: "I have always felt that I will definitely pass away before my dad. My dad's cultivation base is so high that he will definitely not be exiled to the street and limit his age. Just now when you said that I was wearing filial piety, I In fact, it’s not because my father has been sad for a hundred years, but because I feel how sad my father would be wearing this clothes if I died young."

"Don't worry too much." Duanmu Yawang calmed her: "I didn't mean, I have a way to heal you, you have to believe me."

"good."

Fang Ruoxing's voice relaxed a little, and Duanmu Yawang warned her: "Don't laugh."

Fang Ruoxing quickly covered his mouth.

Ye Nongying urged: "It's really cold, let's go quickly, go early and return early."

"good."

Everyone just stepped down the steps and walked into the street.

The snow, still falling continuously, fell on the head and shoulders.

The surrounding construction industry was covered with layers of heavy snow.

The whole world looks gray and white.

If you don’t go to the house and watch it carefully, it’s really hard to find your own home.

There are not many pedestrians on the street, everyone is wearing the same clothes, wearing the same mask, and walking in one direction.

In addition to these, the flags on the street are also very obvious, and it is difficult for everyone to pay attention.

"I saw the white flag for the first time." Ye Nongying muttered, "I feel so irritating."

"Are you still afraid?"

"Who said I'm scared." Ye Nongying was angry, "You forgot to hold onto the street, then Kobe is much scarier now."

Duanmu Ya watched and asked her: "Have you ever heard of Zhaoyin Banner?"

"Zhaoyin flag?"

Ye Nongying has never heard of it, "What is that?"

"Summon the banner of ghosts."

"what!"

Fang Ruoxing was shocked when he heard it, and hurriedly jumped to the side of Duanmu Yawang, hugged her with a trembling arm and said, "Miss Duanmu, you, don't scare me."

"I'm just guessing."

Fang Ruoxing's reaction made her feel funny, but she didn't dare to laugh. I knew she was so scared, so I used this to scare her, and she was not afraid that she would laugh.

"How do you know these weird things?" Ye Nongying vomited.

Duanmu Yawang shrugged: "There are so many stories, no way." In fact, it is TV dramas and some weird novels.

"story?"

Ye Nongying asked: "What story?"

Duanmu Yawang raised her eyebrows: "Are you sure you want me to tell ghost stories at this time?"

"do not want!"

Fang Ruoxing was shaking all over, "Miss Duanmu, don't talk."

Duanmu Yawang said solemnly: "Okay, I won't talk about it."

As a result, everyone's attention was returned to the surroundings.

Ye Nongying said: "Didn't you give me the route map before I was in charge? Let's take a look at how the route map points. Let's go according to the route map."

"good."

Duanmu Yawang also remembered this, but he was holding Xiao Bailu in one hand and being held by Fang Ruoxing in the other.

Fang Ruoxing noticed, and immediately let go, pulling at the corner of Duanmu Yawang's clothes instead.

Duanmu Yawang wanted to laugh a little, but held back, and said to her: "If you are afraid, go and hold Miss Ye's arm, she is bolder than me."