The vast white world, a touch of green, is very eye-catching, and it is difficult not to notice it.

Jiang Yang held his breath, slowed down his pace, and tried to keep his movements quiet.

One step, two steps... slowly get closer.

Soon, Jiang Yang walked closer and found that he was a person.

I saw a little girl hiding in the grass nest with a cloak covering her head, facing her back to herself, squatting on the ground, not knowing what she was doing.

A corner of the green skirt was accidentally exposed.

Zhao Hongdou!

Jiang Yang recognized it at a glance.

With one foot stretched out and touched it gently, Zhao Hongdou's body was out of control.

"Bao" and fell to the ground.

"Who?" Zhao Hongdou turned his head angrily.

Seeing that it was Jiang Yang, Zhao Hongdou immediately put away her anger and turned into a good girl. Her eyebrows and eyes were curved, and she quickly stood up, her hands were pressed tightly on her waist, and she slightly blessed her body. Although her expression was very relaxed on her face, the panic in her eyes still betrayed the uneasiness in her heart:

"A disciple, disciple, I have met Master."

Between the snow, a small one.

It is like the plum blossom buds that bear on the branches in the cold winter.

In a hurry, Jiang Yang saw Zhao Hongdou quickly put a piece of thing in his hand into Qiankun bag, but he moved too fast and Jiang Yang didn't see clearly what it was.

Jiang Yang nodded slightly:

"Um."

Zhao Hongdou pursed her cherry pink lips and looked up at Jiang Yang:

"Master, what are you doing here?"

He wouldn't have discovered it just now, would he be silenced?... Zhao Hongdou was a little worried.

"I want to ask you this question... What are you doing here in the cold winter? If you are new to the place and are not familiar with it, don't run around." Jiang Yang couldn't help but talk a little more out of concern.

Zhao Hongdou couldn't answer this question for a while, so he couldn't say... Follow the master, right?

If you are known, you will inevitably be punished.

"Okay, if you don't want to say it, don't say it... Your name is Zhao Hongdou, right?" Jiang Yang looked at Zhao Hongdou and asked casually.

To be honest, Jiang Yang didn't even talk to this little apprentice well. He took this opportunity to have a good exchange and enhance communication between each other.

Zhao Hongdou had just gotten up from the snow nest, with snow all over her hands, knees, shoes, and cloak. Jiang Yang subconsciously reached out to pat her on the snow.

"Stand and don't move..."

Zhao Hongdou stood there and did not dare to move. She watched the Taoist priest beside her carefully filming the snow on her.

This master seems to be different?

I don’t understand what it means to teach and receive a man and a woman without getting along!

After taking pictures of the snow, Jiang Yang thoughtfully put on a cloak hood for Zhao Hongdou: "Don't get snowy, be careful of catching a cold."

"It's... Master." Zhao Hongdou nodded slightly, trying to make her performance consistent with her identity. After saying that, she said again: "Return to Master's words, the disciple's name is Hongdou, and his surname is Zhao. Zhao Hongdou is the name given to his disciple by grandpa."

Jiang Yang nodded slightly, looked up and down at Zhao Hongdou, and found that this girl was also a beautiful girl with a beautiful beauty. She was soft and weak, with a literary spirit in her bones, but her figure was a little worse.

"Master, what are you doing when you look at your disciple like this?" Zhao Hongdou shrank backwards... The old slut, did he want to treat me what he wanted?

Jiang Yang's old face turned red when he was said, and he quickly looked away and looked at the side: "Nothing."

Hehe, I'm still young, so shy... Zhao Hongdou thought to herself.

"Red beans, red beans..." Jiang Yang murmured softly, suddenly saying: "Have you heard of the red beans in Wang Wei's poem?"

"Ah?" Zhao Hongdou frowned gently and shook her head.

Wang Wei? Poet? Which one?

Zhao Hongdou has been well-read since childhood. Whether it is contemporary or historical, he has never heard of a poet named Wang Wei.

Isn't it famous?

Jiang Yang raised his eyes and chanted softly:

"The red beans grow in the south, and a few branches are blooming in spring. I hope you can pick more of them, this thing is the most love-lost!"

“…”

After waiting for a while, no one around him responded. Jiang Yang tried to look back and found that Zhao Hongdou seemed to be stunned on the spot.

I saw Zhao Hongdou, wearing a hood and a wide fox-haired cloak, standing still, as if she had entered a state of meditation, putting her hands on her waist, slightly raised her delicate chin, and her almond eyes were a little nervous, a little surprised, and some unexpected...

Jiang Yang walked over with a strange look: "What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

Zhao Hongdou quickly reacted, shook her head blankly, and pursed her lips:

"That poem just now?"

"Oh," Jiang Yang smiled heartily: "You said that song "Love Sin".

It turns out that this poem is called "Love Sin"... Zhao Hongdou thought to herself that she didn't dare to look up at her master.

Let me ask, what is the significance of Master’s writing such a poem?

There is also his own name in the poem, the word "Red Bean".

The title of the poem is "Lovesickness"?

Zhao Hongdou's face turned red, and she held the corner of her skirt and ran away quickly, leaving a string of shallow footprints behind her...

Jiang Yang stood there, watching the little girl running in the wind and snow, unable to touch her head.

What to run?

It's really inexplicable.

...

Outside the window, there was heavy snow like goose feathers, and inside the house, the fire was booming and warm.

Chu Ling'er woke up for a while and used half a bowl of rice porridge. She was much more energetic. She was leaning against the head of the bed, listening to the Yuenu sitting by the bed chattering.

Yue Nu was talking about an interesting thing when she found Chu Ling'er on the bed suddenly stunned.

Yuenu reached out to scratch the back of her head and glanced at her in confusion:

"Miss Chu, what's wrong with you?"

Chu Ling'er leaned her head, raised her fingers and pointed out the window, and opened her mouth, but she couldn't speak.

Following Chu Ling'er's point, Yue Nu looked back and saw that, she subconsciously slapped her thigh: "Oh, I forgot to tell you about it to the girl..."

I saw that Jiang Yang, who had just returned from the back mountain, had snow on his head and shoulders, stood by the window under the eaves, stretched out his hand to pat the snow on his body, with a gentle smile on his face:

"Ling'er, wake up."

“…”

Chu Ling'er, who was lying on the bed, had a sudden shock, her pupils changed drastically, and she opened her mouth, trying to speak, but she didn't know whether it was because of excitement, but she couldn't say a word, her eyes were incredible, her eyelashes trembled, and she stared blankly at Jiang Yang outside the window.

Jiang Yang patted Xue, stood in the window, tilting his head slightly:

"Ling'er?"

"Teacher, Master."

Chu Ling'er opened her mouth several times and finally made a sound from her throat.

The voice trembled, tears rolled in my eyes, and it flowed down in an instant.

Over the past month, the grievances, longings, unwillingness in my heart... my tone was even more swallowed, and hundreds of emotions were hidden in this sentence "Master".

It eventually turned into two clear tears that flowed out of your eyes.

Jiang Yang hurriedly walked in and came to the bedside. Chu Ling'er suddenly threw herself into Jiang Yang's arms and cried loudly. Seeing that the situation was not good, Yue Nu hurriedly left the room and left space for the master and apprentice.

“Woo woo…”

Chu Ling'er had been holding it in for so long and was completely released at this moment.

God knows how wronged she is. In the past month, she has wanted to go with her master countless times, but...

But.

"Wuwuwu--" The voice became louder and louder, and she thought she would never see her master again.

Jiang Yang stood beside the bed, looking at Chu Ling'er who was holding him. He wanted to speak out a few words of advice, but finally he held it back.

He just stretched out his hand and placed it on Chu Ling'er's back, comforting her gently.

I don’t know how long it took, but maybe I was tired of crying, Chu Ling'er stopped slowly, but she still couldn’t help sobbing quietly.

Jiang Yang sat on the bed, stretched out his hand and held Chu Linger's little face with pear blossoms, gently wiped her tears with her two fingers, and chuckled: "Silly girl, it's really hard for you..."
To be continued...