The twelfth lunar month is rarely so gloomy.

Thick clouds, gray and black, seemed to have swallowed up all the light and heat, and seemed to be pressed down at any time.

As a result, the sky and the earth become one line, and the human world is like a picture that has lost its color over time. The colors are so dim that only the vastness remains.

In the northern border town called Ning'an, the biting cold wind howled, making the streets as smooth as mirrors, and there were no pedestrians at all. But in this silence and desolation, the mutton shop on the roadside suddenly let out a "whoop!"

After opening the door, the young man wrapped himself tightly in his leather jacket and ran out. The remaining heat on his body and the white smoke he exhaled became a dense ball, suddenly bringing out a vague sense of warmth, and then dissipated in an instant.

The old shopkeeper chased after him, his front coat was slick with oil, and he was still holding a meat-cutting knife in his hand. He was so angry that he jumped on his feet and yelled: "You are a bastard, you are a lazy ass, and you make a lot of shit, so I asked you to do some work."

, there’s something wrong with you!”

The boy ran a few steps, turned around and laughed, "What are you so angry about? You can't wait to get shit, and there's nothing I can do about it."

"In such a cold weather, spit turns into nails. Be careful, Redo Tuo's poop turns into popsicle sticks and pokes your ass open!"

"You really feel sorry for me." The young man smiled playfully at the old shopkeeper who was venomous and warm-hearted. "Don't worry, I learned the ham from Huo Jiajun. Even if I squat high, I can't pull out such a long hair."

Shit." After saying that, he ran away like a little mule.

"Guarpi! Look, your butt is frozen into four pieces!" the old shopkeeper muttered, looking at the sky again, and said to himself, "This snow will not stop it, and I don't know how many houses will be destroyed. Oh, what a sin.

Oh. It's freezing outside today." After saying that, he shivered and immediately went back to the shop. He didn't notice a small ball curled up on the steps of Buzhuangzi across the street.

The door of Buzhuangzi was closed and it had been out of business for more than half a month. In addition, the little ball was dirty, tattered and motionless, so anyone would think it was littered garbage.

However, the little garbage ball moved, and stretched out its stiff body with difficulty in the cold wind.

He was a child, about five or six years old. His exposed skin was covered with chilblains and his hair was in a mess. His face had long been unclear. But his black and white eyes were still a little angry. At this time, he slowly

Turn it up and stare at the sky.

"God, you want me to live in pain, but I will die for you." The voice was childish, but with a cold and cruel energy, "Since you gave it to me, it is my life.

If you want to throw it away casually, can you handle it?"

When people are in the cold, they will instinctively shrink their body and try to conserve heat. But at this time, the child tried hard to stretch out his limbs and half-leaned on the steps in a large shape. His (her) eyes were wide open because he wanted to see

How will you die? When will you die? I once heard that people who freeze to death will have a smile on their face.

That’s fine!

The wind continued to rage. After an unknown amount of time, the child's consciousness gradually blurred. However, in this half-death and half-life period, he suddenly heard the sound of horse hoofbeats.

It's so cold that the ground is brittle, and even if you step on it, even if you don't hurry or take it slow, it will give people the feeling that even the air will be broken.

Unable to help himself, the child looked up and saw a group of people coming slowly towards the end of the long street.

The team of about twenty or thirty riders was divided into two columns. The people were dressed in black and the horses were tall and powerful horses, also wearing armor. However, with so many people and horses walking at the same time, the formation remained neat and their movements were uniform, and no one spoke.

When speaking, he appears to be extremely disciplined.

The sky and the earth were pale, and the black army was killing them, but at the forefront was a young female general. She was in her twenties, tall and tall, sitting on a horse with her back straight. She was wearing red clothes He is wearing red armor, a red leather helmet on his head, and a red scarf on his face. Looking from a distance, it seems as if the cold world has suddenly lit up a fire, driving away all the coldness.

Light and vitality arise from her.

As if firmly attracted by the fiery red color, the child stared blankly at the visitor.

The female general also saw the child, and raised her hand to make a gesture. Then, the whole group of sergeants stopped like an arm and a finger. At the same time, her stable boy lightly took the reins of the horse, and the two of them walked towards the gate of Buzhuangzi.

The stable boy is a boy of about twelve or three years old, with a strong body, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and an unmistakable energy all over his body.

"Little beggar, do you know who this is? You're still not polite!" the horse boy shouted arrogantly.

The child didn't move, as if he was frightened. But if you look at his eyes, you will find that he is full of disdain and understanding.

Of course he (she) knows who this is? Even if he doesn't recognize it, he or she has been here for more than two months, so he can definitely tell it. 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 straight and she smiled slightly when she saw this situation.

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

The child didn't speak or move, and his body language revealed an obvious rejection. There was endless indifference and wariness on his little face.

The stable boy was so anxious that he scratched his head and felt that this little beggar didn't appreciate praise. What a great young lady, would anyone else be ungrateful?

But Huo Honglian was not in a hurry and kept bending down and reaching out.

The two sides are in a stalemate.

Suddenly a cold wind blew, and silently, the red scarf covering half of her face fell to the ground, revealing the face of Miss Huo. She was not very beautiful, but she had deep features, thin eyebrows like knives, and bright eyes, and her whole body was intertwined. Heroic and fierce and gentle and approachable are two completely different atmospheres.

The child was stunned, and tears suddenly formed in the corners of his eyes, rolling down like ice beads.

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

"Liu Li." The child finally said, "I am... a girl."

"Come, come home with me." Huo Honglian invited her a second time, her eyes light and loving. Because for some reason, seeing this lonely little thing and its stubborn expression made her heart soften.

Liuli looked up, her face cold.

Those were not tears, but snow had finally fallen. Large swaths of snowflakes were floating down like goose feathers. They seemed to have no beginning and no end. They were weak and weak, but they penetrated the darkness and dyed the ground white.

Snow flakes fell on Liuli's face. Her body was so cold, as if there was no warmth, but the snow also melted.

She stood up, feeling that her frozen bones were shattering inch by inch due to the movement.

It hurts, it really hurts, but my heart gradually feels warm.

She stretched out her ulcerated little hand, leaned towards Huo Honglian's gauntlet made of red fox fur, and grabbed it tightly. Like a snowman, she threw herself into the fire without hesitation, just for the warmth she only longed for.

"Sister." She called out softly.

This year is the first year of Zhao Li's Qicheng.

Qicheng Emperor Xiao Zuo ascended the throne, the country was stable, the world was peaceful, the world was at home, and the Tibetan towns were surrendered. It was truly the best time.

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