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Last winter, the house was filled with snow.
Jun Rao warmed a pot of wine, played the strings of the piano and watched the handsome young man dance his sword in the snow.
I don't know whether it's the snow that sets off the orchids and jade trees, or the plum blossoms that cut off the heartstrings.
When he came back to his senses, Gongsun Yan had already raised his hand and picked off a branch of white plum. His slender fingers were still stained with the frost from the early morning, and he brought the branch of white plum wrapped in unmelted snow to him.
"Jun Rao, I am pleased with you."
Junrao was a little stunned, his pair of smiling eyes staring at the sympathetic white plum, but he still didn't pick it up.
Gongsun Yan seemed to sigh in disappointment. The white plum branches fell and the feathers flew away.
Soon Gongsun Yan resigned and went to southern Xinjiang. There were neither white plum blossoms in the snow nor beauties to warm wine and play the harp.
It's another year, midsummer is not yet here, July is just around the corner.
He saw Junrao leading a horse and leaning under a willow tree in southern Xinjiang. He raised his eyes and looked at him calmly, and took out a dry plum branch from his sleeve.
Just one glance and my heart has returned home.
Fairy-like beauty × knows how to flirt and pamper the young master
Mission: Beauty is unparalleled in the world
