"Master Hou, this is Miss Meng." Yang Zhihua reported cautiously.

"Pa—"

The pen in Xie Xun's hand fell to the ground, and the pen and ink fainted!

"Let her go."

"Miss Meng said she won't leave until she sees you."

The knocking on the door was still ringing, reaching Xie Xun's ears. He looked at the snow falling more and more, his thin lips moved and his jaw tightened.

Yang Zhihua could tell what he wanted to ask: "Miss Meng is wearing very thin clothes."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man rushed out of the door!

On this day, the fifth day of November, the first snow began to fall at Chen time, and it kept falling without stopping.

Xie Xun pushed open the door of Xu Beihou Mansion. As soon as he lowered his head, he could see the figure squatting under the eaves. He was wearing a thin white skirt, with his hands around his knees. There were fine snowflakes on the skirt, black hair, and eyelashes.

, like a homeless little pitiful person.

She raised one hand to knock on the door, but failed because the door suddenly opened, and she raised her head in confusion.

Looking from bottom to top, he saw the slender figure standing in front of him. Behind him was the white snow, which was dancing in chaos and blurred into a scene of distant mountains. Only his features were extremely clear.

Meng Tang'an's eyelashes trembled, and the snowflakes on them fell fluttering, reflecting his clear and clean peach blossom eyes, reflecting his shadow. He bent his eyes and smiled, and his breath turned into a curl of white mist, and he said with a little grievance: "Thank you.

Xun, I miss you."

She said, I miss you.

Just miss him and he will surrender.

Xie Xun bent down, leaned over and picked her up firmly, and he walked towards the house step by step with dignity and gentleness. He said, "Let's go home."

The breath on his clothes was a little cool, like a clear rain forest with some light snow falling. Meng Tang was lying in his arms, smelling his breath, and was a little greedy.

In this snowy winter.

Xie Xun waited until Meng Tangan!

"So we really know each other." She sat on the bed in Zhuyuan, wrapped in the blanket that Xie Xun gave her. The heating in the room was very strong. She felt a little hot, so she quietly put her feet out and listened to Xie Xun's words, "

They call me Madam."

Xie Xun's eyebrows softened and he handed her the hot water.

The fingertips touched briefly.

"We've known each other for a long time."

"Then why did we separate?"

"Because I did something wrong."

Meng Tangan only asked this sentence and didn't ask any more questions.

She has an inexplicable obsession with him.

I want love very much.

What happened in the past is not important anymore.

"The bone whistle is yours, right? It's very beautiful." She wrapped the red rope around her neck, and the bone whistle swayed accordingly.

"I haven't heard you brag in the past three years."

"It's broken and there's no sound." Meng Tang'an took off the bone whistle and blew it several times, but there was no response. She handed it to him, "Can you fix it?"

Xie Xun was slightly startled, holding the bone whistle in his hand: "I see... I'll take a look."

Even without the bone whistle, they still met again.

"Let's go towards spring." She hooked Xie Xun's fingertips, "Together!"

"Okay."

Xie Xun looked at her and felt that his heart was bulging, like a rib that had been missing for a long time, returning to his body, and his heart was no longer empty.

Since you can't let go, then you will die and fall.

Love one more day.

Earn a day.

"Let's get married." Xie Xun said.

Meng Tangan was startled for a moment, thinking he heard wrongly: "...what?"

"Married." Xie Xun chuckled, his voice hoarse to the extreme, "If you don't want to, I will be your concubine."

Meng Tangan nearly spit out the hot water he just drank, and was coughing so hard!

Xie Xun patted her back and put the water glass on the table: "Are you feeling better?"

"Xie Xun." Meng Tangan waved his hand at him, his face turned red from coughing, "Such words are not funny at all."

"What if it's serious?" Xie Xun asked back.

She looked at him: "Let's get married."

"We call this a golden marriage."

God has arranged the greatest thing.

Even a destiny-destined marriage will have its share of hardships.

This time, they will be separated and reunited, and they will be together forever!

The wedding date is set for March next year, and they will get married when the winter passes.

"Meng Tang'an." Zhang Nuanyan was wearing a water-blue embroidered peony skirt today, holding her slender waist, and the hairpin in her bun was dignified and elegant, like a real lady, "I want to talk to you.

."

"Say." Meng Tang'an smiled slightly as he was making tea in the Zhuyuan, which is cool in summer and warm in winter.

Zhang Nuanyan looked at her in a daze and sat down slowly. When he spoke, even the tip of his tongue was bitter: "The first time I saw Xie Xun, he was riding past the long street. From that glance

, I just like him."

No one can help but love the young man wearing bright clothes and angry horses.

Xie Xun is like a dream to Zhang Nuanyan.

She had to stand on tiptoe as hard as she could before she could touch the world where he stood!

She never understood where she lost, why Xie Xun just didn't like it, but now she realized...it didn't make sense to like him.

She is willing to wait for Xie Xun for one year, two years, ten years, or a lifetime.

And Xie Xun spent his whole life waiting for another person.

These three years.

Zhang Nuanyan looked away.

"If it doesn't work out, just like a few more people." Meng Tangan's voice was lazy.

"It's different." Zhang Nuanyan shook his head, "I...did a lot of wrong things before. I'm sorry."

"I forgot all about it."

"After much thought, I'll give this to you." Zhang Nuanyan placed it in front of her and murmured, "I always feel that you should know at least a little bit about it in the past three years."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and said, "Sister-in-law, I'm going back."

Meng Tangan looked down at the thick stack of paper. On each piece of paper, there was a portrait of her, using only a few strokes of painting to outline the stunning beauty of the world, which was lifelike.

At the top it says——

Missing Person Notice!

"My wife fell into the middle reaches of the Qingjiang River above Chang'an City at 3:00 pm on the ninth day of the ninth lunar month in the autumn of the 137th year of Beiyan. This day is her birthday..."

She walked around the bamboo garden repeatedly, with only the sound of her footsteps echoing in the room, while she flipped through one piece of paper after another.

The missing person notice went from one month to two months... to one year to two years.

Three whole years.

The date was revised repeatedly, and the search for the person was added again and again. It was written in great detail, and the reward was generous, and he was promoted to an official.

The last sentence below reads——

"I won't disturb her life. I just want to know if she is doing well. A glance from a distance is enough."

A tear fell on the handwriting without any warning. Meng Tangan was startled for a moment, as if waking up from a big dream. He raised his fingertips in disbelief and touched the wet tears on his face.

She cried...

She actually cried...

How did Xie Xun survive those three years?

Even before she left, he would break down because he was afraid that she couldn't take care of him, and he had to survive three years alone.

The countless missing persons notices, from the first day to the one thousand and ninety-sixth day, are only a small part of what Zhang Nuanyan secretly put away.

Xie Xun has never spoken to Meng Tangan.

Briefly describe it in one stroke.

It’s hard to express this feeling.

The winter in Chang'an is always very cold, with heavy snow falling one after another, and snowflakes flying outside the window, silencing all emotions.
Chapter completed!