Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

The carriage shed was azure, with a pattern embroidered with silver thread.

The waves of the sea are rolling, and a round of sunset is hanging obliquely above.

The setting sun is fiery red, the sea is deep blue, and there is a magnificent, splendid and harmonious beauty.

Nie Liuxi slowly caressed the pattern with her fingers.

Something bright flashed in his eyes, and suddenly he withdrew his hand as if it was burning. [

Feng Lingyan looked at her coldly from the side, and his heart suddenly moved.

Could it be——she recognized this carriage?

Does this carriage also have a story?

I was about to ask a question on the sidelines.

Nie Liuxi has recovered that indifferent expression: "Ayan, let's go back. I feel a little cold."

It was already November, and it was winter.

Although there is sun in the sky, it is still a bit cold.

Feng Lingyan was also afraid that she would get sick again from the cold wind, and Gong Yanmo's efforts would be in vain, so he took her back to the house.

Gong Yanmo went out again, these days he went out every day, and he didn't know if it was to buy medicinal materials or some other business.

Perhaps because he was afraid of revealing his identity, he didn't ride his white tiger when he went out.

As a result, the white tiger looked at Feng Lingyan swaying in front of its eyes from time to time with sad little eyes every day.

It looked like a big cat abandoned by its owner.

It's just the beginning of winter, and in the evening, snowflakes are falling outside.

Clusters, clusters, all over the sky like flying catkins.

In a short while, the earth was a vast expanse of whiteness.

In modern times, Feng Lingyan lived a life of licking blood with the knife's head, and it was rare for him to be so relaxed and comfortable.

Seeing such a heavy snowfall at this moment, I suddenly became childish and started to build snowmen in the yard...

I just piled up a general outline, and I am looking for a briquette to add the finishing touch.