My bamboo horse is a broken sleeve

Chapter 2 I Love You

"..." Han Yan frowned slightly, as if he was a little puzzled, staring at the man in the snow with a sweet smile, the vermilion streamer and the white snow matched each other, which was particularly eye-catching... After a long time, it finally became clear, and a ray of light lit up in his eyes, like a star at night Wei Shan, "Snow, is it snow?"

"There was a poem that said, 'Plum hair is three points less white than snow, but snow is less fragrant than plum blossoms'. The two compete but are inseparable. Only when they merge together can they produce the best and become the most beautiful in the world."

Although he felt that what Xue Yingfeng said made some sense, Han Xie didn't intend to agree with it, the reason was very simple - lest he be complacent.Sure enough, after a long while without a response from Han Xie, Xue Ying strode back from the courtyard in a vigorous stride, put the sword on the table, and interrupted Han Xie's painting in a "beaten" manner. His face darkened, and he dared to compete with others.

"What are you doing?" The lips parted and closed slightly, as if exuding a bit of cold air, which was bitingly cold.Unconsciously, a drop of red ink fell on the pen, but was caught by Xue Yingfeng's sharp eyes, before he could hide his frightened gaze, unfortunately, Han Yu discovered it.

Han Yan hastily lowered his eyebrows to look, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, his whole face revealed a three-foot-frozen cold...

Seeing that the situation was not good, Xue Yingfeng was afraid that Han Zhuo would drive him out of the house without saying a word, so she planned to "strike first", but immediately put on a serious face and asked Han Zhuo, "Do you remember, what is it today?" day?"

His eyes slightly raised, Han Yan was slightly startled, then his eyelids drooped again, and finally he dropped his pen hanging in mid-air, pretending to be indifferent and casually asked: "What day is it?"

Hearing such "unconscionable" words, Xue Yingfeng became very angry. Of course, this was actually expected by Han Yan, and she still maintained a blank and disdainful indifference...

"Han Yu! Why are you so heartless! Today is my birthday! You forgot!"

"Oh? Birthday... I really forgot..."

"..." Xue Yingfeng waited for the next sentence in a daze, but after a long while, she felt that she had become a fool, "Then what?"

"Then?" Han Yan pretended to be puzzled, put down his pen helplessly, and looked at Xue Yingfeng calmly, "What do you want 'then'?"

"..." Xue Yingfeng was a little foggy, a pair of slender and curly eyelashes flickered from time to time, like two fans.He never expected that he was the one who questioned Han Zhuo, but now he has nothing to say.But after thinking about it, since Han Yan took the initiative to ask questions, he might as well take advantage of this good opportunity, so a bold idea came to his mind...

"Little Chen~ If you promise me one thing, I won't blame you for forgetting my birthday."

"You said."

"After listening to my next words, you are not allowed to do anything!"

Cold:

It's so naive, like a child playing tricks, Han Yan really doesn't want to deal with it.But he couldn't help being a little bit curious, thinking that Xue Yingfeng might take this opportunity to ask for a big gift from himself, but he didn't expect that he only made such a ridiculous request, and Han Yan couldn't help but imagine , What the hell is he going to say...

Just as Han Yan's mind wandered a little, he seemed to hear four words in a trance.He didn't realize it at first, but after he had passed those four words in his mind once, he suddenly collected himself and couldn't help being shocked. If it wasn't for auditory hallucinations, Xue Yingfeng seemed to have said just now——

"I like you."

……

On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the sky began to snow again.

Before dawn, some people gathered on the long street early and began to prepare for the sacrifice of the Laba Festival.

If it weren't for that face that could still feel the cold even ten feet away, then today must be a pure and beautiful festival.

"Hey, it's almost over. After finally going out for a walk, can you stop the boss from putting on a face?" Although it was a complaint, when it came out of Xue Yingfeng's mouth, it always felt like a spoiled child.With a jade crown and hair tied up, she is dressed in white, with a few branches of red plum embroidered obliquely on the outside of the cloak.The wind carried a bit of cold air, and Xue Yingfeng's cheeks and nose tip were slightly red when it was blown, and he always looked seductive, let alone with the charming smile on his face now.

Contrasted sharply with him, is the sharp-edged sternness on Han Zhuo's face, "I was forced."

"I didn't force you, you agreed. If you go back on your word, you just go back." The smile on Xue Yingfeng's face became more and more uncontrollable, like a childish child, with slender eye feathers A few snowflakes fell sporadically on the ground, so charming, every passerby couldn't help lingering for a while, only the piece of wood Hanzhu didn't care.

Han Yan really looked like a piece of wood now, with no expression on his face, and he didn't know where his eyes were looking. His movements were stiff, and he walked on his own. With his black robe, he always looked like a stranger look close.But Xue Yingfeng looked at the thin layer of black and blue under his eyes, and knew that Young Master Han hadn't woken up yet.

More and more people gathered on the street, and it seemed that the sacrifice was about to begin.The particularly eye-catching two seemed to have no intention of going to the festival, but instead walked in the opposite direction of the crowd.

Han Yu is still a little dazed now, if you want to ask why Mr. Han is "swaggering through the market" in such a posture now, you have to start from three days ago...

"I like you."

Hearing these four words, Han Yan was a little dazed, and his whole body froze there. He really felt a little overwhelmed, and after a moment of recovery, he still couldn't believe it and asked: "What did you say?"

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