coolness.

He paused and murmured, "It's snowing in Jinling in February."

The white-haired young man was silent for a moment, then continued walking in the direction of his memory.

When Tiannan found out that Lian Shenwei was missing, his face turned pale with fright.

He hurried to Feng Ke's room: "Mr. Feng! The master is missing!"

"What?" Feng Ke suddenly seemed to remember something, took out his bottle of medicine, opened it and poured it into his hand -

Empty.

Feng Ke's face turned ugly.

"...Ying Jingjue, what about them?"

"They got up very early and put flowers on the partition wall. Now it's snowing outside, so for now they only put flowers in the pavilion. Master Ye went to the kitchen."

Feng Ke: "Call them over and find someone."

All the lights in the house were lit, and when they started looking for someone, Lian Shenwei had already walked a long way away.

The ground was already covered with a layer of snow.

The effect of the medicine slowly took effect, and Lian Shenwei could already see a vague shadow in front of his eyes.

He didn't know where he got the strength to walk so far today.

However, no matter how much strength one has, it will eventually run out. Lian Shenwei's toes hit a hard object and he reached out to touch it.

It's a stone bench.

We've arrived.

He brushed the snow off the stool and sat on it, but he didn't even have the strength to sit up straight, so he fell flat on the stone table.

When the weather is fine, the family often eats here.

There is an old pear tree not far away. Feng Ke's family also has one, which was planted by their grandfather when they were young. Pear trees in other places bloom in March, but the one in his family bloomed in February.

The scenery here is also the most beautiful.

This is the place where Lian Shenwei dreams most often.

This place holds the best years of his youth.

The corners of his mouth curled up into a smile, his breathing became weaker and weaker, and he gradually felt less cold. Snowflakes gradually covered his white hair, and his eyelashes were gradually stained with frost.

Lian Shenwei's vision gradually became clearer.

The colors of the world come into view again.

Such clean snow.

Lian Shenwei reached out and touched it, looked at it for a moment, then coughed, raised his arm with difficulty, and looked up in the direction of the pear tree.

It seems different from what I remember.

The branches and leaves are all bare.

Isn't it February in Nanjing now?

Why haven't the pear blossoms bloomed yet?

He had thought that even if the cold weather returned, he would at least be able to see some buds on the branches.

Lian Shenwei was stunned for a moment, and the strength he had just gathered disappeared. He leaned over the stone table again, looking at the snow, and couldn't help but be absent-minded.

It just so happened that he encountered this snow when he returned to Jinling.

Maybe the ancestors of the Lian family didn't want him to come here, thinking that he had polluted the place, so they made it snow to wash away his sins?

Too……

The snow is dry, and the people covered by the snow are also dry.

He thought that his journey back to Jinling and then to the villa was easy because of the snow.

He tried very hard to stay alive and finally made it to February.

Unfortunately, God was always unwilling to show mercy, and at the end of his life, he never gave him the slightest bit of fulfillment.

Before his brother-in-law died, he remembered his sister's love and cut the rice paper with his sword, giving him a false snow. Fake is fake after all, and cannot compare to the real thing.

It seldom snowed in Jinling, and now that he had seen it, it would be a good idea for his sister to take a closer look at it.

Lian Shenwei looked at it for a while, and felt that he was actually cared for. At least he did not die in the capital, the prison that trapped him for the rest of his life.

His final destination was Jinling after all.

He went home.

That's good.

He shouldn't ask for too much; regrets and memories are common in his 29 years of life.

A glass of light wine pretended to be drunk, and the reed flowers covered the shoulders of the Jianghu people. The light in front of him dimmed again, and Lian Shenwei took a last look at the white world.

What I am thinking about are those seventeen years when I was drunk among flowers, fighting with swords, and was free.

He slowly closed his eyes.

"I really want to take another look at the spring scenery of Jinling..."

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