On the twelfth lunar month, there are few that so gloomy.

The thick clouds were gray and black, as if they had swallowed all the light and heat, and it seemed that they would press down at any time.

As a result, the world becomes a line, and the world is like a picture that has lost its color for a long time, with only the vastness left.

In the northern border town called Ning'an, the bitter cold wind blew the streets as bright as mirror-free, and half of the pedestrians were gone. But in the silence and coldness, the mutton shop on the roadside suddenly opened the door with a "huh", and the young man wrapped his fur coat tightly and ran out. The remaining heat on his body and the exhaled white smoke formed a ball, which suddenly brought out a vague warmth and instantly dissipated.

The old shopkeeper chased behind him, with a shaky front and a knife holding a meat-cutting knife in his hand. He was so angry that he jumped up and scolded: "You two-ball guy, you have a lot of shit on a lazy donkey, so you are asked to do some work, and your problem will come!"

The young man ran a few steps and turned around and laughed, "What's the point of being angry about you? It's urgent to come, and I can't do anything about it."

"It's such a cold day, spitting and turning into nails. Be careful that Hot Tatta's shit will be pulled out and turned into popsicles sticks, poking your butts!"

"You always feel sorry for me." The young man smiled and smiled at the vicious and horny old shopkeeper, "Don't worry, I learned to slap horses with the Huo family army. I squatted high and couldn't pull out such long shit." After that, he ran away like a little mule.

"Melon peel! Look, it makes your butt frozen into four petals!" The old shopkeeper muttered, looked at the sky again, and said to himself, "This snow is so small that it will be so small. I don't know how many houses are crushed. Oh, it's a sin. Isn't it freezing to death outside?" After saying that, he shivered and immediately turned back to the shop. He didn't pay attention to a small ball curled up on the steps of the cloth shop across the street.

The door of the cloth village was closed and had been closed for more than half a month. In addition, the ball was dirty and ragged and motionless, and no one would think it was littered garbage.

However, the garbage ball moved and stretched out its stiff body in a difficult manner in the cold wind.

He was a child, who looked like he was five or six years old. He had frostbite on his exposed skin and his hair was messy. He could not see clearly. However, the pair of black and white eyes were still a little angry, and he slowly turned up and stared at the sky.

"God, if you want me to live in pain, I will die for you." Your voice was tender, but it was cold and fierce. "Since I gave it to me, it's my life. I want to throw it away at will, can you care?"

In the cold, people instinctively tighten their bodies and try to preserve heat. But at this time, the child tried to stretch out his limbs and leaned half on the steps in a large shape. His (her) eyes were wide open because he wanted to see clearly how he died? When did he die? I once heard that a person who was frozen to death would have a smile on his face.

Good too!

The wind continued to rage. After a while, the child's consciousness gradually became blurred. However, in the middle of life, he suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves "Get De".

It was too cold and the ground was brittle. When the hooves stepped on, even if they were not anxious or slow, they would give people the feeling that even the air would be broken.

I couldn't help but feel that the child looked up and saw a group of people slowly coming at the end of the street.

The team was about twenty or thirty horses, divided into two rows. The people were black-clad black armor, and the horses were tall and majestic, and they were also covered with armor. While so many people and horses walked at the same time, the formation was neat and the movements were uniform, and no one spoke, which seemed extremely disciplined.

The world was fading, and the black army was solemn and killed, but the one who was at the forefront was a young female general. She was in her twenties, with a tall figure, sitting on the horse's back, and a straight back. She was wearing red clothes and red armor, a red leather helmet, and a red scarf on her face. Looking from a distance, it seemed as if the world was cool, and a fire suddenly ignited, dispelling all the cold.

Light and vitality arise from her.

As if he was sucked firmly by the fire-like red, the child stared at the person coming.

The female general also saw the child, so he raised his hand and made a gesture. So the whole team of soldiers stopped like their arms and fingers. At the same time, her horse and boy were lightly carrying the reins, and the two of them walked towards the door of the Buzhuangzi.

Ma Tong is a twelve and three-year-old boy with a strong body, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and an aura that cannot be concealed by his whole body.

"Little beggar, do you know who this is? I haven't seen you yet!" Ma Tong shouted in a daze.

The child did not move, as if he was frightened. But if he looked at his eyes, he would find that he was full of disdain and was still clear.

Of course he (she) knows who this is? Even if he doesn't recognize him, he has been here for more than two months, so he can naturally tell. Ning'an Border Town is guarded by the Huo family army, and the female general in front of him is Huo Honglian, the eldest daughter of the Huo family.

Miss Huo's eyes were as straight as before, and she smiled slightly when she saw this situation.

She jumped off the horse, leaned over slightly, and reached out to the child, "If you don't have a home, come with me."

The child does not speak or move, and his body language reveals an obvious rejection. There is endless indifference and alertness on his little face.

Ma Tong was so anxious that he scratched his head, thinking that this little beggar was ungrateful. How great is the young lady? Will anyone else not appreciate it?

But Huo Honglian was not in a hurry and kept bent and stretched out his hands.

The two sides are in a stalemate.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and silently, the red face covering half of her face fell to the ground, revealing Miss Huo's face. She was not very beautiful, but her facial features were deep, her eyebrows were as thin as a knife, her eyes were bright, and her whole body was filled with two completely different auras, such as heroic spirit, sharpness and gentleness.

The child was stunned, and tears suddenly condensed from the corners of his eyes, and ice beads rolled down.

"What's your name? Is it a boy or a girl?" Huo Honglian asked softly.

"Liuli." The child finally spoke, "I am... a girl."

"Come on, come home with me." Huo Honglian invited him twice, with his eyes light and loving. Because for no reason, when he saw this lonely little thing and his stubborn expression, his heart was so soft that he couldn't stand it.

Liuli looked up and her face was cold.

It was not tears, it was finally snowing. Large tracts of snowflakes floated down like goose feathers, seemingly without beginning or exhaustion, weak and powerless, but penetrated the darkness and dyed the ground white.

The snowflakes fell on Liuli's face. Her body was so cold that it seemed that there was no temperature, but the snow melted.

She stood up and felt the frozen bones shattered inch by the movements.

It hurts so much, it hurts so much, but my heart gradually becomes warm.

She stretched out her festering little hand and leaned towards Huo Honglian's red fox fur's handguard, and grabbed it tightly. Like a snowman, she threw it towards the fire without hesitation, just for the only warmth he longed for.

"Sister." She called softly.

This year was the first year of Qicheng in Zhao Li.

Emperor Qicheng Xiao Zuo ascended the throne, the country was stable, the world was calm, the world was restored, and the foreign ruled the surrender was the best time.

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