Chapter 192 (1/2)
The sound of the once-in-a-decade Blizzard across the northwest of summer suddenly stopped at midnight, quite abrupt, as if the amount of snow for several days was compressed into one day. It was urgent to come and stop more quickly.
In the early morning, there is still a light fog over the whole Shenjing City, and then a little bit of head in the winter day, slightly emits some light in the sky, through the fog, sprinkle on a piece of silver wrapped in the divine capital city, the whole summer's first male city in a chicken crow, gradually awakened.
But last night, too many people stayed up all night.
In the eastern suburb of Shenjing, near Daogong, there is a beautiful figure in a small courtyard, dressed in a cotton padded jacket, sitting under the eaves, kneeling at the fence of the courtyard in front of him, stunned.
The girl watched for a night. This night, she saw the north wind coming with the heavy snow, blowing down the fallen leaves of pomegranate trees in the courtyard, and startled several jackdaws on the trees. After the snow stopped, the midnight was like the full moon of a millstone, but the lamp in the yard next door did not light up again, and the man did not come back again, perhaps never to come back.
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and scatter, and the cold crows are frightened again.
When the door of the inner room opened, he was still a refined middle-aged man in purple robes. He walked out of the room and looked at his daughter, whose eyes were red and had not slept all night. His eyes flashed with love. Then he walked in gently and sat down beside the girl. He also looked at the wall in front of him and fell into silence.
”Dad, do you think he will come back?”
There was a trace of choking in the girl's words, and the voice of inquiry was imperceptible.
”I don't know.”
The deep and mellow voice of Chu Zhengyang, the master of Daogong zongzong, sounded.
”I know that dad is a great monk of Daogong. You are almost transparent and direct to people's heart. So there are very few things in the world that you don't know about Dad, but he will not come back, even I know.”
The middle-aged man in purple robe raised his hand and touched the girl's head. His body slowly radiated purple vitality, dispelling the cold in winter, and then he said:
”but Dad can't see through him. The rest of the teenagers in the world can be tied by him as long as he says you want, but he can't, and dad can't do it.”
”I know who he doesn't belong to. He belongs to the world.”
The girl's voice is lonely, and the pearls fall from her big eyes.
The middle-aged man in purple robe gently wiped away tears for her daughter, looked at the latter's eyes, and solemnly said:
”ah, girl, you should understand that what you seek for is often not found. Under the road, everything comes and goes with his time.”
”But Dad, just eyebrows, but heart, I have nothing to do, I can't forget ah.”
Yan Yan's girl howled and wept.
Although it was snowing heavily yesterday, officials of the capital city government had already arranged various duties. Before dawn, the snow on the road had been cleaned up. Therefore, the Qiongjiang Museum in qinglongmen, the capital city, was still full of people. People around qinglongmen had unconsciously formed a habit of having a bowl of hot soup noodles at breakfast, which could guarantee a whole day My body is warm and energetic.