The cold wind carried snow particles and hit the window lattice. Xie Yunshu gathered up his thin green shirt and trembled lightly on the strings with his fingertips.
"Mr. Xie is looking at Mei again?"
The deep voice shocked the room. Xie Yunshu stood up in a hurry, and the jade pendant around his waist hit the piano table with a crisp sound. Xiao Chengyu took off his black cloak and stood by the door, the snow still falling on his shoulders, but his eyebrows were much gentler than when they first met.
It was a snowy night half a month ago, and he was lost in the birch forest outside Shuozhou City, holding the broken Jiaowei Qin. When the sound of horse hoofbeats came through the air, he saw the young general with cold armor and silver spear reining in his horse and lowering his eyes. The dark pupils reflected the flying snow in the sky, and also reflected his trembling figure.
"The general came back early today." Xie Yunshu offered warm ginger tea.
Xiao Chengyu suddenly held his wrist that was about to retract, "Yun Shu," he called him like this for the first time, "I will lead the troops out of the customs tomorrow."
The porcelain cup fell on the Persian carpet and splashed water marks.
Exposed deeper, Xiao Chengyu suddenly coughed violently. Xie Yunshu rushed into the east chamber before putting on his clothes, only to see the man leaning on the couch, with dark red oozing from the white cloth on his chest. "Don't light the lamp."
Xie Yunshu suddenly burst into tears. The warm liquid dripped onto the general's palm, making his heart ache. "Idiot." Xiao Chengyu sighed and pulled him into his arms. The smell of blood mixed with the scent of agarwood hit his face, "Teach me how to let you go."
On that day when the setting sun was like blood, the city gate burst open. Xie Yunshu stumbled down the stone steps with Jiao Weiqin in his arms. The man on the horse's armor was cracked, but he carefully held the blood-stained goggles in front of him.
"Yun Shu, follow me home."
Intention: Love is beautiful