Chapter 1091

The snow on the new year's Day is so heavy that it seems like willow catkins are flying freely in the whole Nanyue city. The light and icy snowflakes fall on the road of bluestone, on the branches of the trees, on the fields, and even the roofs in front of the houses are covered with white snowflakes.

In just a few hours, the whole Nanyue state was once again covered in silver.

If you have a pair of hands, you have painted the whole Nanyue state with a layer of white paint. The whole world is white.

Ning zheyan is dressed in a gorgeous red, and suddenly appears at the village entrance of shanniu village. The red is just like a blooming flower in the snow, which is gorgeous and beautiful.

Soon, snow white slowly covered up the red, first his ink dyed green silk, then his gorgeous and angry robe, and then his pale, cold but still charming face.

Snow is still under, as if very disgusted with the red, impatiently want to cover up the red, so that the whole world is really all white.

But the snowflake may be disappointed. A group of children in new clothes start to make a crazy noise in the snow after they have finished their new year's worship.

Ning Fuyan, who was about to be covered by blood, was discovered by the children, then the adults in the village knew about it, and then the village head came.

"I'm cold and hard. I'm afraid I can't live. Shall we find a place to bury it?" The village head said so, but although the villagers around showed pity and sadness, no one came forward.

This is new year's day. On the first day of the new year, I met a dead man. Then I'll be very unlucky for the whole year to come.

So even though they pity the man, they don't want to touch their eyebrows.

Then at this time, a man with a strong physique and a slight rough hand pushed in from the crowd to sweep the snow off the man's face on the ground. Although the hands were rough and dark, they were still slender and bony. I think they should be very good-looking ten or twenty years ahead.

And the face that was covered with snow was thus revealed before the eyes of all.

"I thought I was a runaway bride, but I didn't expect It's a man! "

"Tut tut It's a pity to look so good. " The onlookers sighed again. For generations, they lived in this Niutou village. The farthest place they had ever been was the town. But even in the town, they had never seen such a man who was so beautiful.

"Who says it's a man, it's a woman!" There are villagers there to argue.

But the man squatting on the ground didn't say a word, silently carried the snowman to his own back.

He was cold all over, without any temperature, and his face was almost as white as the snow on the ground, but his body was not completely stiff.

When a man turns his face on his back, the onlookers can see that the man in the snow is very thin in the cold weather.

At this time, another villager looked at Ning Fuyan who was carrying a man on his back. He was tall and straight, with wide shoulders and narrow waist. His hair was light and loose: "how can a woman be so tall? It must be a man! "

"The stranger is going to bury the frozen man in the mountain, isn't he?" When the man walked towards the mountain with a shallow foot on his back, the villagers behind began to talk again.

This man is a foreigner. He has been here for two or three years. He built a small bamboo house at the foot of the mountain. He usually lives by hunting and cutting firewood. He doesn't like talking and looks ugly. But what he doesn't understand is that his figure is beautiful and handsome. If you cover his face, which family would you think he is!

But he is also very strange. Otherwise, how dare he carry a dead man to the mountain for burial!

After the villagers talked about it for a while, it was gone. Anyway, it was not they who were affected by the mould. They went back to live their happy new year.

Ning Fuyan opened his eyes weakly, and saw the broken thatched roof. Then he felt that the board under him was too hard and too harsh.

Then he felt his delicate white neck, as if it was being worn by something rough, very uncomfortable.

His long and narrow Danfeng eyes looked under him and saw that he was covered with a white quilt which was washed and had several patches on it.

And the quilt should be covered with cotton cloth, so he would feel so uncomfortable to cover it on his body. What he looks so big has always been covered with satin, even silk and down.

So for a while, when the rough quilt is covered on his body, especially where he is in contact with his skin, he will feel uncomfortable.

And I don't know if the quilt is made of iron. It's not only heavy, but also not very warm.

Ning Fuyan twitches the corner of his lower lip and the fingers on the quilt. He is really too weak to lift the quilt.

So I had to bear the pain and scan the environment in this room with those beautiful eyes.

The room is not big and simple, but it's clean.

Anyway, in the eyes of Ning Fuyan, the owner of the house is really poor. The poor only have a stool made of wooden stakes. The table, let alone, is a piece of wood board with several stones under it.

Now he can't even think of what the "bed" under him is made of.

Ning Fuyan struggles again. He would rather lie in the snow than here.

People outside the house may hear the movement inside. They push open the door made of bamboo. When they come in, they almost scare Ning Fuyan.

That face, it's really ugly. It's still dark. He's so big. Haven't he seen such an ugly person?

The man didn't talk either. He brought a bowl of hot soup to Ning zheyan.

Rather, she stared at the bowl: "what bowl is it? It's dark. Is it made of earth? It's not clean. I don't drink it. "

Then he turned his face away. When he struggled, his physical strength slowly recovered. In this way, he would get out of bed soon.

But that man is to use the hand that covers the thin cocoon son directly and lightly to nip the soft and tender mouth of Ning fold face and purples to open, and then pour the bowl of hot soup into it.

Rather break Yan that hate, that annoy, if it's not for his lack of strength, he would have killed this ugly man with no burial place.

But after drinking that bowl of hot soup, I prefer to fold my face and feel a lot warmer.

But the mouth that was pinched by the man was suffering. The ugly man's hand was really rough, and his delicate and lustrous skin was very uncomfortable.