Chapter 210

"That's right," said ah Chou, treading on his foot again, while busy with Zhong Mingwei. "Don't step on the snow. You can't stand steadily. Just step on my footprints!"

"Good." Zhong Mingwei obediently steps on the footprints of ah Chou, but the footprints are small and pretty. Zhong Mingwei is reluctant to step on them.

"OK, let's get here today. After a while, the snow has melted and the feet must be cold." the two stopped in the courtyard. Ah Chou held Zhong Mingwei to rest in place and looked up at him. His eyes were clear and bright. "Happy?"

"Happy." Zhong Mingwei said with a smile, Rao's knees hurt badly, but he was very happy.

"Hey, I didn't cheat you, did I?" Ah Chou blinked and smiled smugly. "Get up early tomorrow, and I'll make a snowman for you to see. Make it as you are!"

"Make another one like you. Let's stand outside together and enjoy the winter snow," said Zhong Mingwei, reaching out to brush away the fine snowflakes in front of ah Chou's forehead. "Didn't you say you want to sing a ditty for me?"

"You Do you remember? " Ah Chou blushed suddenly, timidly.

"Sing quickly," Zhong Mingwei urged ah Chou, "don't think it's fooling you."

"But I really forgot..." Ah Chou's face is redder and his lips are not sharp. "I'll just remember one sentence. Do you want to listen?"

"Listen," Zhong Mingwei shakes his cloak and rings ah Chou in. "I'll listen if you sing."

"Then I sing," ah Chou sheepishly around Zhong Mingwei's waist, his forehead against Zhong Mingwei's chest, and when he opens his mouth again, in the sweet and greasy voice, he shivers softly. "It's good for you to have long hair and waist when you marry a slave..."

"Good." Zhong Mingwei's heart trembled, and bowed to kiss ah Chou's hair.

"Zhong Mingwei," ah Chou lies in the man's arms for a while. When he looks up again, his eyes are shining. Those wet eyes look at Zhong Mingwei without blinking. "I never thought I would marry."

"Now I can think." Zhong Mingwei said softly, reaching out to wipe away the tears from the corner of ah Chou's eyes.

"Zhong Mingwei, I bought red silk in the market in the afternoon, and also good silk threads. I bought all kinds of threads of different colors. It must be nice to embroider the dragon and the Phoenix." ah Chou grinned, and his eyes narrowed into a crescent moon, but her tears just couldn't stop. "The headwear shop is usually cheaper, I also bought a set. The shopkeeper said it was gilded. It's a rare good thing in ningguta. I don't know whether it's true or not, but I know that the flower on the hairpin is juetilian... "

"Well, when we get married, I'll comb your hair and put on this set of jewelry." Zhong Mingwei's vision is blurred, and he can't see ah Chou's face clearly. In the vagueness, he sees a thin girl, holding up a half embroidered embroidered piece and sending it to him --

"do you think the pattern looks good?"

"You haven't finished embroidering, how can I know whether it looks good or not?"

"What about this one? Do you have a look at this? This is between the fish and the lotus leaves. This is the double wings and the double wings. Fly, this is the parallel lotus. Let's see, which one looks good? "

"Why do you ask this? How can I still blush? "

"Who let you see me? Look here! Come on, which pattern is good? "

"This one."

……

At that time, it was not so cold. In the middle of the early autumn, it was slightly hot and dry. He pointed to the embroidered piece of judilian in ah Chou's hand.

Zhong Mingwei felt that his heart was about to crack, and the sweetness and blood were bubbling outward, flowing to every corner of his body, how sweet and painful it was.

"Girl..." Zhong Mingwei's voice choked. The tall man bent over ah Chou's thin shoulder and sobbed slightly, "girl, my life You're worth it... "

Yeah, what else is not worth it?

Thirty two years ago, he hated heaven and no eyes, making him the most eye-catching figure in the imperial city. His father and Emperor hated him, his hands and feet hated him. He was a card in the hand of his closest grandmother. Every step of his growth was frightening. Every step of his marriage was accompanied by calculation. How many times of undercurrent surged, how many times he nearly died. Every time the sun rose in the East, he felt that Fortunately, he also felt tired. This is his life that he didn't have to choose, and it's the way he can't turn back.