One winter twenty-eight years ago was a rare snow winter. It snowed heavily that year, and it snowed in Qianfucheng almost the entire winter.
The common people complained about this terrible weather and often cursed the sky.
But there is a person who always leans on the railing to enjoy the snow, breaks a few plum branches, boils a pot of wine, and recites a few poems: The snow is just beginning to drift outside the curtain, and the fragrance of the green canopy is still lingering. Sitting alone in the cold night, I feel tired, so far away, and dreaming
It's more lonely than ever.
After saying that, he took a sip of the strong wine, savoring its spiciness, and his face became moist.
Yes, he is not happy.
This person is Duan Yunhe.
At that time, Duan Yunhe had just graduated from college and was full of ambitions. He was sent to Shuze County by the imperial court, but he could not see anyone from the prefect all day long. He was waiting for a job for several months. The prefect was busy with other things and had only half an official position.
He was not even given a job.
The days of waiting are not easy. He is a young and talented man who does not want to live a mediocre life. He would rather work hard and be tired to climb up to a high official position and do something practical for the people.
No one understands his thoughts. This feeling of loneliness is really pretentious and aggrieved to say it but not to say it out loud.
He stretched out his hand to grab a handful of flying snow and spread it out, but there were only a few drops of clear dew left in his palm, like a girl's tears. Duan Yunhe smiled bitterly and said: "Are you crying too? Do you understand my feelings?
Only this snow can understand my thoughts... Haha, if you really understand, just make it rain harder."
After drinking a few glasses of wine, Duan Yunhe was already tipsy. Half of what he said was just a drunken self-mockery, but he didn't expect that the snow was getting heavier and heavier. He looked into the distance, but was blinded by the heavy snow.
I couldn't even see the scenery in the distance clearly.
Is there really such a coincidence in the world?
He sobered up for a while and said tentatively: "If the Snow God has a spirit, then let the snow stop."
Duan Yunhe looked up, and the white sky gradually became clearer. The snow came and went quickly, and it really followed his wish.
He was so excited that his face burst into tears, but he was miserable. He thought that the world was so big, but he never thought that his only close friend was the snow in the sky.
He murmured to himself: "If I could have a woman who understands me like you do and is by my side, then I would be truly satisfied."
After a long sleep, the sun was shining brightly the next day, the snow on the ground had melted a little, and the air was fresh and refreshing. Duan Yunhe had forgotten what happened yesterday.
I opened the door and went to the street to buy some gifts. I would like to go to the prefect's house later and ask about joining the job.
As soon as the door opened, he saw a woman sitting at the door. This woman was dressed in plain white, with long hair reaching her waist, leaning against the door.
Duan Yunhe didn't know who she was, so he asked politely: "Miss? What are you..."
When the woman heard Duan Yunhe's voice, she turned around and called him gently.
When these four eyes met, Duan Yunhe's whole body seemed to be hit by a thunderbolt, unable to move.
What a lovely creature this is, with thin shoulders and a slim waist, her skin is as beautiful as snow, and her breath is like orchid. Not charming, not coquettish, pure and pure, as pure as a person carved out of ice.
Duan Yunhe was so mesmerized by the sight that he stood there in a daze for a long time. It was not until the girl called him a few more times that he came back to his senses with a blush on his face.
"Girl, is there something wrong?" Duan Yunhe clasped his hands in front of him.
The girl said with tears in her eyes: "My father is dead, but my family is so poor that we don't even have the money for burial. I also ask the young master to give some charity and let the little girl bury her father. After that, the snow girl is willing to serve the young master as a slave and maid for the rest of her life."