Chapter 523

Wen chuyang is a very qualified teacher, even in the face of me this stupid student, he still took the trouble to teach me again and again.

In fact, my memory is not very good, especially in this kind of writing, I really can remember a word for a long time.

Even if I was like this, Wen chuyang didn't feel bored, but always patiently taught me.

The days have passed so often. It's summer when I came here, and it's winter now.

There is a charcoal fire burning in Wen chuyang's study. Every time he comes in from the outside, he goes to the charcoal fire basin to bake his hands. Then he greets me to come to the desk and teaches me how to read.

When you think life is interesting, you will find that time is just like flying by.

These days, Xuanyi seems to be completely used to my existence. Every time Wen chuyang wants to teach me how to read, Xuanyi is not willing to come and join in the fun. He also says that Wen chuyang is partial. Now he just wants me to study and has no time to teach him how to draw.

"Xuanyi, I think your painting skills have reached a certain level that ordinary people can't appreciate and teach." I looked at Xuanyi and jokingly said.

"Miller, how much better do you think you are than me? How long has master taught you? Come here, there are rice paper and ink. Please write your own name for me! " Xuanyi listened to my words, said unconvinced, and then took a pen, hard to my hand.

"Good!" I took the pen generously, then raised my hand and quickly drew a big circle on Xuanyi's face.

"Mirena!" Xuanyi wiped his face with his hand. As a result, his face was covered with ink. "Damn it! Look, I caught you. You look good. " Xuan ran as soon as he saw that I had finished painting, so he rushed to chase me, shouting as he chased me.

We spend almost every day in this kind of chatter. Xuan and I can lift the lid of Wen chuyang's study.

Wen chuyang occasionally stops us from making any more noise, but most of the time he just sits quietly and reads a book. When he hears that the two of us start to make noise again, he occasionally looks up at me with a thoughtful expression.

But the strange thing is that every time I find his eyes like this, he will move his eyes away and continue to read, so that I always feel that I am wrong and think too much.

In a flash, I have been here for more than six months, to be exact, six months and 29 days.

I couldn't believe it when I found out the fact that I crossed out the dates in my earrings.

Is time going so fast? I'm about to reach the deadline. That is to say, I have to leave this evening before the sun rises.

I can't help feeling sad in my heart.

Before I thought about what I would be like when I left countless times, and how I would leave here, it was to have a good meal with Wen chuyang and Xuan Yi. Or leave alone in silence, just like I've never been here, don't do any farewell, lest I can't control my feelings.

But, really wait until the deadline, I don't want to leave the way, but not give up.

I can't bear to leave. Even if I can't fall in love with Wen chuyang here, at least I can see him every day, touch him and feel his real existence. But once I go back, I may never see Wen chuyang in my whole life. In other words, because I have rewritten history, even I may not exist.

I sit on the windowsill of Wen chuyang's study, open the window, hang my legs out of the window, press my hands on the windowsill on both sides of my body, and look up at the gray sky.

At this time, Wen chuyang was going to the early court, and before he left, he said that today the princess asked him to have tea and play music, so he would come back later. There won't be anyone else in this study, so even if I open the window, it won't be good.

And for my cold soul, this weather is really comfortable.

All of a sudden, I feel a cool nose, found that from the gray sky, even the ground began to snow, the snow all over the sky from a little bit of ice crystals into a large piece of a large piece of six petals of snow.

I raised my head, stretched out a hand, and felt the snowflakes falling one by one in my hand.

Because my body temperature is cold, so the snowflakes fall in my hands, not immediately melting, but lying there intact.

This is the last day for me to stay in the world thousands of years ago. I didn't expect to live so cold.

At this time, my mind flashed from the scene when I came here and saw Wen chuyang for the first time, to the little things between us later, and now we get along very well. I recalled everything between us in my mind.

Fate is really a wonderful thing.

I first met Wen chuyang after a thousand years, and then met Wen chuyang before a thousand years. Although they are the same person, they feel completely different.

I remember Wen chuyang once asked me, he asked me whether I like myself before a thousand years, or after a thousand years.

My answer to him at that time was that no matter a thousand years ago or a thousand years later, he was Wen chuyang, and I like him.

The snow is falling more and more, the white all over the sky will dress up the world in my sight, a piece of snow.

Wen chuyang, I'm really glad to meet you.

Just don't know in your heart, have you ever felt happy because you met me. How would you feel if I disappeared?

Thinking, I will also extend the other hand out, two hands together, and then from the sky falling snow.

I don't know if it's because of the scene. At this time, my mind is constantly echoing the song "meet", and my mouth is unconsciously humming.

"Hear, winter's leaving, I wake up in a certain year and a certain month. I think, I wait, I look forward to the future, but I can't arrange it rationally.... "

"Who I meet, what kind of dialogue I have. The person I'm waiting for, how far in the future... "

Singing, singing, my eyes wet, I obviously feel, there are two lines of tears so unconsciously flow down.

I didn't care about it, let the tears flow out so recklessly.

Anyway, no one will see me now, and I don't have to be strong.

When I finished singing and cried enough, I suddenly found that my mood was much better, and I was suddenly enlightened.

If fate is like this, why should I be sentimental.

Thinking about it, I laughed at myself.