Chapter 10 Chapter Eight She Figured It Out

The second day of junior high school, in the morning. Zang Hua returned to the provincial capital. She strode into the "Qinchunyuan" restaurant. What happened to her recently, if it was someone else, she would not be able to live anymore, but when she walked into the restaurant, she looked radiant and energetic, as if she had just made a fortune and won the number one prize. It is difficult for her to be arrogant. Seeing her, the waiter immediately greeted her with a smile. "morning." "Morning." Zanghua smiled and found a seat by the window. "Where did you get rich these two days?" The waiter wiped the table. "See you for a few days?"

"Go out with a friend." Zang Hua said, "It's the same." "I know, I'll bring it to you right away." The sun is shining, and today is actually a good day. Back here, Zanghua seems to be in a happier mood. She is very happy, because she has already figured it out-"If the mountain is not in front of you, you will go to the mountain by yourself." This matter is full of mysteries and weirdness. If Zanghua tries hard to track it down, he will definitely get into the "horn". Take advantage of the traps and misguided paths set by this matter.

The whole thing seemed simple, but Zanghua felt that she was confused and didn't know where to start. Like a headless fly like this, it's better to wait leisurely - waiting for the people related to this matter to come to her on their own initiative. Zanghua never dreamed that the first person to wait would be him? Drinking started in the morning, although it was early, but it was very pleasant to drink a jug or two of warm wine in this cold weather. After eating a mouthful of vegetables, he took another sip of the wine, and then kept the wine in his mouth, letting it flow down his throat slowly, Zanghua let out a satisfied breath.

This is the real way to drink, to taste the deep taste. Some people drink like pouring water, pouring cup after cup from their mouths, and they are afraid that the pouring will be too slow, so they have to use a big cup. This kind of person is not drinking, but "in a hurry".I can't wait to get myself drunk with a drink. It's a pity that people who drink this way usually can't get drunk with just one drink. Tibetan flowers have also drank like this before, that is when encountering "scenes" and encountering "leakage". Usually her drinking method is not very "ladylike", but today she met someone who is even more "ladylike" than her.

There are usually one or two trees planted along the street, on the one hand, for the sake of beauty, and on the other hand, it is a good place to escape the heat in the hot summer. It's October now, but one person is wearing thin clothes and hiding in the shade of a tree, as if it's hot June. He got up on the ground, leaning against the tree trunk, holding a wine gourd in his hand. He wanted to drink but didn't drink it. He just sniffed it with his nose, took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly. Looking at him, it was as if he had taken a sip of excellent wine, and he was reluctant to swallow it all at once, and it seemed that there was only this pot of wine left in the world, and he couldn't bear to drink it up in one gulp.

Every time he lifted the wine gourd to drink, he just sniffed it and shook his head sighing. Seeing this person, Zanghua already smiled, and seeing him like this, Zanghua smiled even more happily. "People in the world call him Young Master Huang, but his head is a bit evil." The person sitting under the tree is the young beggar Young Master Huang who doesn't know good from bad, good from bad. Today he didn't hold ingots in his hands, but only wine gourds. Does it mean that he doesn't want to kill people today? Is he really as terrifying as in the legend?Zang Hua didn't think so, his face that seemed to be smiling even when he wasn't smiling, although a little ugly, was cute, not annoying, and so ugly that it was fun.

Zang Hua was about to bring some wine over to have a few drinks with this "fun" young master Huang, when she suddenly felt a murderous aura emanating from across the street. There is also a tree across the street, and there are people under the tree. four people. One was drinking, two were playing chess, and a boy in white was manicuring his nails with a knife. The young man's face looked like his knife, pale and blue, so green that it was terrifying. There were two chess players, one was a monk, his eyebrows were white, but his face was as rosy as a baby's, and the other was plainly dressed in green clothes and white socks, with a finger on his hand, but it was a priceless white jade.

Zang Hua's pupils suddenly contracted, and a strange blush suddenly appeared on her delicate face. Gu Wei, who was drinking with his head down just now, is now slowly raising his face. "How's business going?" Zang Hua asked. "It's not bad. No matter what time of day, there will always be some foolish men and women who come to offer incense and oil." Monk Baimei said, "What's more, the spring and autumn festivals are the peak seasons of our business." He spoke in a tone that seemed like he really was a big boss. "The big boss is much more boring." Zang Hua smiled happily. "I didn't expect you, the big boss, to be so interesting."

"I'm supposed to be funny." Monk Baimei smiled happily. "Interesting?" Zang Hua's smile suddenly seemed a little forced. "Big boss, what's your last name?" "My name is Mei." "May, is May interesting?" "yes." Zang Hua suddenly stopped laughing.She knows this man. Twenty years ago, he was already one of the four guardians of the Shaolin Temple. He was a bit crazy in his words and deeds, and he was very ambitious. At that time, Master Shaolin presided over the "Inquiry Heart", and he had already seen his intentions, but he could not prove it.

Mei Huan is like a lady in a deep boudoir, not to mention getting close, even seeing it is difficult. But a lady will become a woman one day.Once he finally fell into the trap of Master Wenxin and was expelled from the gate of Shaolin Temple. Zanghua stared at Mei with interest, not even daring to relax for a moment. Unexpectedly, he turned his head again, "Daw... the chess piece he was holding on his finger has landed on the board. As soon as the chess piece fell, he disrupted the chess game with a flick of his sleeve, and sighed: "I lose. "This game was just distracted, how can it be considered a loss?" said the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi and White Sox.

"If you make a pity, you will lose the whole game, how can it be considered a loss?" Mei said interestingly. "Yes, besides, playing chess is like learning swordsmanship. You should use your mind for nothing. If you are distracted, how can you become a master." The middle-aged man selling rouge said. "Fortunately, although the master is easily distracted when playing chess, he is always single-minded when he holds the Jianglong Wumei gun." The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi and White Sox said with a smile. Zang Hua turned to look at the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi and White Sox, with another strange expression on his face. "Your surname is Li?" "Muzi Li." said the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi and White Sox. "Li Qitong?" Zanghua asked softly. "The world is like chess, so what about people?" Li Qitong sighed. "It's just a chess boy." Unexpectedly, this seemingly ordinary person is the most mysterious and expensive killer in martial arts in the past century. He may not be as famous as May, but he will not be kinder than him. ——The killer is living in obscurity. As long as the price is right, there is no one he can't kill. It is said that when he killed "Lightning Knife" Chen Ming, he killed him for seven years, six months and three days. Not once, not again, not again, until he was killed, the homicide Lightning Knife Chen Ming killed a total of twenty-five times. With such a "perseverance" person, who in the world can't be killed? Although Zanghua is still smiling, her heart is like ants on a hot pot.It seems that the Azure Dragon Club has spent enough money this time. Zanghua was only entrusted by someone to bring Zhong Chuanjue out of the "dungeon", and had nothing to do with the beautiful and mysterious legend and the "secret" of the imperial court. Why did Qinglong spend so much energy on dealing with her? "Since you killed Zhong Juejue the day before yesterday, you can kill me." Zang Hua asked the middle-aged man selling rouge: "Why did you keep it until today?" "The action that day was originally intended to kill you and Zhong Ruihui." The middle-aged man said flatly: "But we suddenly didn't dare." "why?" "Because to kill you, we all have to die." "Are you all going to die?" Zang Hua's eyes widened. "Do I have such a great ability?" "You don't, he does." The middle-aged man looked across the street, with a hint of fear in his eyes. Zanghua didn't need to look back to know who he was looking at. It was really Young Master Huang who saved her life that day? She suddenly remembered what Ying Wuwu said - "He took your money, did he save you?" Young Master Huang has already walked over with a smile, walked to Zanghua's side, and said to her with a smile: "We are really destined, we just broke up the day before yesterday, and we met again today." "Have you spent all your ingots?" Zang Hua also smiled at Mimi and said, "Whose ingots do you want to grab today?" "You, of course it's you." Young Master Huang said, "Who's Yuanbao is easier to grab than you?" "That's a real request." Zang Hua nodded in agreement. "It's almost Chinese New Year, don't grab more ingots, how will you live this year?" Young Master Huang actually sighed. "We have a lot of ingots here." The middle-aged man said, "I wonder if you are interested?" "The ingots of the Azure Dragon Club are 'hard to come by', so you give them away casually like you," said Young Master Huang, "Aren't you afraid that the dragon upstairs will be angry?" The middle-aged man's complexion changed, and he was about to speak, but Mei Huo had already said for him: "You don't have to worry about this, he also believes in the wheel of hell just like your Excellency." "I wonder how many ingots he has prepared to buy my afterlife debt?" Young Master Huang asked. "It's enough for you to make a solid gold coffin." Mei said interestingly. "It's a lot." Young Master Huang said, "Just enough for me to live a happy New Year comfortably." "Hmph!" Mei sneered funnyly. What he meant, Tibetan flowers understand, it's hard to say whether Young Master Huang can survive today, and want to have a happy new year? Zang Hua looked at Young Master Huang, he was still acting like a fool. Sai Xiaoli was still trimming his nails, his hands were still steady, but impatience was already showing in his cold eyes. Because Young Master Huang was staring at him. The back of Sai Xiaoli's hands had faintly exposed blue veins, as if he had used a lot of strength to keep his hands stable. His movements were still very slow, and he didn't even change his posture. It was really not easy to do this. "Your hand is very steady." Young Master Huang said suddenly. "It has always been stable." Sai Xiaoli said lightly. "Your strike must be very fast." Young Master Huang smiled again and said, "Besides, after the knife is released, the knife itself still changes." "Can you see that?" "I can see that you are throwing the knife with three fingers, so you can leave the power to spin on the blade." Young Master Huang said: "I can also see that you are throwing the knife with your left hand. Take the bid." "How can you tell?" Sai Xiaoli finally stopped manicuring. "The thumb, index, and middle fingers of your left hand are particularly strong." "Good eyesight." Sai Xiaoli smiled, but the smile was very difficult. "Good knife." "This is a good knife." "Although you are a good sword, you are not Li Xunhuan." Sai Xiaoli understood what Young Master Huang said, so the veins on the back of his hands protruded even more. Young Master Huang ignored him and looked at Li Qitong with a smile. "Where's your sword?" "The sword is here." As soon as Li Qi's fairy tale sound fell, at the same time, he revealed the sword under his clothes - Qiangshijian! This sword can usually be hidden under the clothes like a belt, and the soft leather scabbard is dyed red with something. Red like a spring rose. "This one is called Qiangshijian, the sword that Yan Nanfei used back then." Young Master Huang looked at the sword. "Although the sword is like a rose, it's a pity..." "It's a pity I'm not Yan Nanfei?" Li Qitong said. Young Master Huang didn't answer but smiled. "Where's your axe?" Li Qitong looked at Young Master Huang. "I also know you use an axe." "When have you seen picking flowers with an axe?" Young Master Huang smiled. "Picking flowers?" Li Qitong was taken aback. "Aren't roses flowers?" Young Master Huang said. "If you want to pick roses, you shouldn't forget that roses have thorns." Li Qitong said, "Not only will they hurt people's hands, but they will also hurt people's hearts." "I have no heart to hurt." Young Master Huang said leisurely. "But you still have hands to hurt." Li Qitong said. "It hurts my hand," Young Master Huang smiled again, "I hurt his heart." "Which sword has a heart to hurt?" asked Li Qitong. "I don't have a sword, but you have it." Young Master Huang said. Seeing Young Master Huang for the first time, Zanghua felt that he was a person with insufficient intelligence. Just now when he saw him drinking under a tree, he was quite cute, but now he looks like a generation of famous heroes. What kind of person is he?Zang Hua couldn't help staring at him carefully. He is not tall, but his head is quite big. His face is like an orange peel, with holes and a mustache. His smile is very special and beautiful. When others start to laugh, some people laugh first with their eyes, and some with their mouths first. When he started to laugh, his nose smiled first, his nose wrinkled slightly, and then two deep dimples slowly appeared on his cheeks. He is smiling now, and when the dimples on his face are the deepest, he has been standing silently by the side selling rouge, and the middle-aged man has already made a move. A long soft whip has been gently wrapped around Young Master Huang's neck, like wrapping around Zhong Rui's neck while fainting on the long street of a small town. When the Tibetan flowers were found, the tip of the whip was three inches away from Young Master Huang's neck, and it was too late for her to warn her now. With a sound of "beep", the long whip has been rolled up. It wasn't wrapped around Young Master Huang's neck, but the wine gourd in his hand. Just now it was clear that he was unable to dodge, but suddenly the long whip only wrapped around the wine gourd. The middle-aged man was startled, and wanted to shake off the wine gourd, but Young Master Huang had already thrown it, and the gourd hit Mei Qiu like a flying stone. Mei's interesting Jianglong Wumei Spear was in his hand at some point. With a flick of the spear, five plum blossoms appeared immediately. Once the gourd entered the vortex of plum blossoms, it seemed as if the flowers were blown into a strong wind and scattered into thousands of pieces. Li Qitong sneered, the sword had already been struck, and his strikes were fast and accurate. Countless life-and-death battles over the years had made him completely abandon those complicated and fancy moves. Every move he struck was absolutely effective. Young Master Huang was still laughing, his hands had already started to move, he moved very slowly, with a strange rhythm in his movements, like a willow tree swaying in the wind, without any deadly power at all. Li Qitong's rose sword had already pierced Young Master Huang's face, but just when his sword was about to touch, his sword was suddenly caught in that wonderful rhythm, like a sharp shell being caught in a sea wave. When the tide receded, all attacks had lost their power. Then Li Qitong smelled a very strange smell, a smell that seemed to be blood. His eyes suddenly turned bright red, except for this bright red color, he couldn't see anything else, and it seemed like a red curtain suddenly rose in front of his eyes. His heartstrings trembled, and he wanted to use the rose sword in his hand to pick apart the red curtain and pierce it, but his reaction was already slow, and his movements were already slow. When the bright red disappeared, he suddenly felt a throbbing pain in his throat. Dry, mouth full of bitterness. And very tired, so tired that I almost vomited. With a sound of "ding", his Qiangshi sword fell to the ground. Zanghua exhaled a long breath, obviously feeling the pressure of that wonderful rhythm just now. Mei also let out a sigh of relief, his forehead was already covered with cold sweat, he had studied martial arts for forty years, yet he couldn't see what kind of technique Young Master Huang was using.Sai Xiaoli was still trimming his nails, and he didn't move just now. The middle-aged man was already stunned, he looked at Li Qitong on the ground, and said, "What kind of kung fu is this, does this kind of kung fu really exist in the world?" Young Master Huang suddenly turned and looked at Sai Xiaoli. Sai Xiaoli's movements also stopped suddenly. Young Master Huang stared at him, and it took a long time before he spoke: "Ye Kai's throwing knife is shot, at most there is only one person in martial arts today who can break it." "Where's my knife?" "Now there are at least two people here who can break your knife!" Young Master Huang said calmly. "Are you one of them?" Sai Xiaoli stared at Young Master Huang. "of course." Young Master Huang turned around slowly, pulled Zang Hua's head and walked away without looking back. Mei Qu and the middle-aged man didn't move, and Sai Xiaoli didn't move, nor did he say a word. The knife is there, and the hand is also there!But his knife didn't move, he was looking at the footprints in the snow. A sneer appeared on his expressionless face. The footprints are deep.It was Young Master Huang who stayed behind, because he had to concentrate all his strength to defend against Sai Xiaoli's knife. But Sai Xiaoli's knife did not move. Young Master Huang left the street, looked up to the sky, let out a long breath, and seemed to be very disappointed. — Not only disappointed, but worried. Tibetan flowers looked at him. "Are you worried?" "Sai Xiaoli is far scarier than anyone I have met in recent years." "why?" "I have already seen his path of the knife clearly, and I wanted to provoke him to make a move." Young Master Huang said, "I can still catch him if he makes a move now, I am sure." ——Who knows that Sai Xiaoli's calmness is colder and more terrifying than the knife in his own hand. "If he makes another move in three years, am I still sure that I can catch him?" Young Master Huang asked himself. Although there is sunshine during the day, the sky starts to change after noon, and at night it is full of wind and snow. The snow was flying all over the sky, and the wind raged across the city. In this ghostly weather, no one wants to go out. Of course, it is even more impossible for Du Wuhen to go out. He has already soaked in a hot bath, changed into a rabbit fur home clothes, sat on a chair covered with a woolen blanket, and drank authentic burning knives.Enjoy the endless wind and snow outside the window. "Seeing snowflakes dancing in the sky is a very poetic thing." This sentence must have been said by a person wearing thick clothes, sitting in a very warm room and drinking warm wine. If you tell him to take off his clothes, then throw him in the street and give him a glass of cold water, see if he will say that again. Although Du Wuhen didn't say "this sentence", he felt that it was really a kind of enjoyment to be like this. He never wanted anyone to share this enjoyment with him, including Mr. Wen Huo. "It will be winter in a few days." Du Wuhen stared into the distance. "The matter must have been settled by then." Thinking of this, he happily drank the wine in his glass, and quickly poured another glass for himself. This was the last glass of wine he poured in his life. His posture was still the same as when he was pouring wine, and his face was still full of smiles, but his eyes were dull and his pupils had gradually turned gray. The glass is still full of wine, not a single drop has overflowed, and now even if you turn the glass upside down, the wine will not flow out. For the wine is frozen. Du Wuhen's face was covered with a thin layer of ice. The temperature in the room seemed to drop in an instant, and a gust of fog drifted from nowhere. A light mist filled the entire room, as if there was a figure in the fog, and it seemed that the figure was formed by the condensation of the fog. The figure in the fog floated gently in front of Du Wuhen, his eyes looked like stars appearing in the rain in the fog. Although Mr. Wen Huo's wine warming skills are top-notch, he never warms himself when drinking. It's like a great chef rarely eats his own fried dishes. His room is not bigger than Du Wuhen's, but it is also quite comfortable, and he is also drinking at the moment. He didn't look at the poetic snowflakes outside the window, he was reading a book, a very thick one. Tired of reading, put down the book and rub your eyes, then close it and take a rest. When I opened my eyes, "the room was already filled with fog. He looked back at the open window. The fog must have drifted in from the window. He got up and went to close the window. "This weather is actually foggy." Not only fog, but also people.A faint figure sat on his reading seat. Wen Huo was shocked but calm. "Why do friends come here? Your name?" The Man in the Mist still sat there motionless. Wen Huo slowly walked around to the table, and when he saw the man in the fog, he was taken aback for a moment and opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't make a sound anymore. His person is as stiff as Du Wuhen, there is no panic on his face, only disbelief. don't believe anything, Don't believe this man will kill him? I still can't believe that this person will appear here, The fog was about to lighten, and the people in the fog were about to disappear, when a sigh came from the fog. . "Ah! Secrets only bring death. Why don't you understand?" The voice has died down, and the fog has lifted. Only the stiff Mr. Wen Huo and a very thick book were left in the room. What is the secret? The secret is the only thing you can enjoy alone. It may make you happy, it may make you miserable, but whatever it is, it is entirely yours. If it is painful, you have to bear it alone.If you are happy, you cannot share it with others. Not even best friends. Because if there is a second person who knows your secret, it is not a secret. Some secrets are indeed a treat. When you have just had a good meal, took a hot bath, are wearing a loose old clothes, sitting alone in a comfortable chair, facing the sunset all over the window, you suddenly want to keep a secret, in your heart It will involuntarily appear "a kind of warm meaning... If your secret is of this kind, you might as well keep it forever, or else hurry up and tell it! If your secret is to know "someone's secret", or participate in "someone's secret pseudo-operation". I advise you to find a very far and mysterious place to hide as soon as possible, the sooner the better. It is best to hide for a lifetime. Otherwise, you must be very clear about what will happen. "Secrets" can never be shared with others. Tibetan flowers have been sitting under the eaves for a long time. She wouldn't be sitting here as long as there was something else to do. Some people would rather wander around, watch other people walking up and down the road, and watch wild dogs fighting in the corner, than stay in the house. Zanghua is such a person. But now the only thing she can do is to sit here, because she has to find a place to calm down and rethink the whole thing. Besides, the night was already very deep, and the weather was unbelievably cold. Not only could there be no people on the street, even the wild dogs were hiding somewhere. She has lived for twenty years and experienced twenty winters, but she can't think of a day that was colder than today. The earth is so cold that it seems to have returned to the ice age. The thought trend of Tibetan flowers has also returned to the juncture of this strange incident. On the surface, it seemed that Zanghua took the initiative to find Du Wuhen, but after careful reflection, it seemed that she had fallen into a trap from the very beginning. Du Wuhen's stinginess, Du Wuhen's gamble, everything about Du Wuhen was told to her by the waiter in the "Qinchun Garden". Xiaoer meant that people like Du Wuhen should be dealt with. So Zanghua began to set up a game to bet with Du Wuhen, so that there would be climbing trees, talking about wine in the rain, and talking in the house. Zanghua stared at the distant night sky, and Enxu came to the second child of "Qinchun Garden". The whole thing looks like Xiao Er is an outsider, Zang Hua believes that if this is a trap, Xiao Er must be a bait. If you want to find out the truth of this trap, you must start with the bait. Yes, thinking of Tibetan flowers here is like a rabbit hit by an arrow and rushes out. She doesn't care what time it is now, is he asleep? She didn't dare to delay even a moment, she was afraid that if the facts were the same as her imagination, Xiao Er must be in danger. She must find Xiao Er immediately, otherwise... Most waiters in restaurants are bachelors. Because they have to live in the store, on the one hand, it is convenient, and on the other hand, it is to take care of the store. Aji also lives in the store, he lives in a small room behind the kitchen of "Qinchunyuan".He hasn't slept yet. Although the night is deep and dawn is coming soon, Aji is so happy that he can't sleep. After closing today, I had a small gamble with a few colleagues, and he actually ate three times, and the "big" won once. This is the most money he has ever won in his life. He decided to gamble with today's colleagues again tomorrow night. Then I found Xiao Taohong and went back to this small room to cook some appetizers, and the two of them hid under the covers and drank mandarin duck wine. What an exhilarating thing.Thinking of Xiao Taohong's hot figure, Aji's body changed again. He wished it was already tomorrow night. Just when his body changed and reached the most "peak", Zanghua suddenly broke in. Seeing her, Aji immediately covered "a certain part" with his hands, and his face immediately turned as red as an apple. Seeing He Ji, Zang Hua's heart hanging in the air finally came down.She gasped, then smiled and said to him: "Men miss women, it has been a thing since ancient times, why do you blush?" "I...you..." Aji really didn't know what to say. "Although sister is pretty, but money is much more beautiful than people." Zang Hua sat opposite Aji. "As long as you have money, even if you pull her out of the hot quilt in the middle of the night, she will smile at you." That's right, why didn't I think of it just now, Aji really regretted it. If he had thought of it earlier, he might be lying in Xiao Taohong's bed now, and he wouldn't have encountered such an embarrassing scene. Aji's "change" finally recovered, and he poured a glass of wine for Zanghua. "Although I know that you are a bit crazy at night, Dai really can't figure out why you ran into my room like a horse in the middle of the night." "What do you think?" "No need to guess, no one can guess your thoughts and style." "I really want to say something nice, but you won't believe me." "Not necessarily," Aggie took a sip of his wine. "I usually don't stop people from saying compliments to me." "I'm afraid you will die suddenly." Zang Hua said seriously. Hearing this sentence, Aji also looked at her solemnly, and sighed after a while. "Hey!" Aji had to finish the wine to suppress the anger in his heart. "Did I overcount your wine money during the day?" "No." Zang Hua said, "It's actually cheaper." "Did I offend you?" "how is this possible?" "Your friend has a problem with me?" "Won't." "There's nothing, so why did you curse me to death?" Zanghua didn't answer, just looked at him, and after a while, slowly picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and then heard his own voice saying: "Is it your original intention to tell me about Du Tian? Is someone in charge?" "Du Tian?" Aji was slightly taken aback. "That stingy Du Dada?" "yes." "It's what I mean, and it's what everyone else means," "How do you say that?" "He is very harsh and terrific in his actions. Anyone who has been angered by him will want to punish him." "yes?" "You don't seem to believe it," "I'm just skeptical." Zang Hua said: "I suspect that someone wants you to help design me." "Designing you?" Aji laughed. "There is such a person." "Who?" Zang Hua's eyes lit up. "Not yet born." Aji stopped laughing. "As long as you are alive, no one dares to design you." It seems that this road is blocked again, and Zanghua is a little disappointed and frustrated.But one thing to be comforted is that Aggie is not the "bait" she imagined. Friends do not distinguish between noble and poor, high or low occupations. Friends are friends. Friends make you feel a little warmth in your heart when you think of it in the cold weather. There is a trace of warmth in Zanghua's heart. Although the snowflakes on the street were already thick, the cold wind was blowing vigorously, and the general biting chill had penetrated the clothes and invaded the body, but Tibetan flowers did not feel cold. Almost "losing" a friend just now, losing any friend, is something Tibetan flowers do not want. The snowflakes under the starlight are pure and silvery white, as white as the waves under the long embankment. When the snow fell on the Tibetan flowers, it floated on the tip of her nose, and she gently wiped off the snowflakes on the tip of her nose, just like wiping the dust off the orchid leaves.