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Chapter 43

4.7

From late spring to early winter, from the last spring rain to the fall of the winter snow, Yan Yun and Chu Linxuan stayed in this small courtyard together, like ordinary couples, reading, writing, painting, and preparing for exams and memorials. Of course, Yan Yun did not I knew that the official documents Chu Linxuan read every day were memorials.

The weather, people, events, and the sun are urging each other, and the winter solstice brings the sun and spring comes again.

Today is the winter solstice, and it gets dark very early. Heavy snowflakes are flying in the air, falling on the trees and bending their branches. The white snowflakes seem to light up the dim sky.

"It's so cold, why are you standing outside the house?" Chu Linxuan had just finished approving the memorial. When he left the study, he saw Yan Yun standing outside the house looking up at the falling snowflakes from the sky. He seemed to be in a good mood.

He put the fox fur cloak on Yan Yun, tied the belt for him, and put the hat on him, wrapping it tightly.

"I'm not cold." Yan Yun smiled and exhaled a white breath.

Chu Linxuan just put Yan Yun's slightly cold hand in his own and rubbed it gently.

"Want to have a snowball fight?" Yan Yun suddenly became naughty.

"It's time to eat." He felt it was too cold to let Yan Yun play in the snow.

Yan Yun smiled slyly, took his hand out of Chu Linxuan's palm, jumped into the snow, grabbed a ball of snow, rounded it up and threw it at Chu Linxuan. The snowball was not tight and spread out like a blooming flower the moment it hit Chu Linxuan.

Chu Linxuan smiled helplessly and jumped into the snow to chase Yan Yun.

He grabbed Yan Yun, took out a pair of gloves and put them on for Yan Yun: "Okay, I won't let you go now." As soon as the gloves were put on, Yan Yun rushed out

, grabbed the snowball and threw it at Chu Linxuan. Damn it, not even the slightest bit polite because of the gloves.

Ungrateful little guy. Chu Linxuan was not polite, and after gathering the snowballs, he threw them at Yan Yun.

The two of them were noisy like children, and they didn't go into the house to have dinner until the moonlight was clear.

Having just exhausted all his energy from playing around, Yan Yun held the bowl of soup and drank it all in one breath. He put down the bowl and looked at Chu Linxuan intently. Their eyes met each other, and there was an illusion of a thousand years.

It's the winter solstice in the Handan Posthouse, and the shadows in front of the knee-hugging lanterns accompany me.

Yan Yun suddenly remembered this poem he had learned when he was studying. During the winter solstice, the poet sat with his knees in front of a lamp with only his shadow for company. At that time, he still felt that he and the poet were both alone, but the next line of the poem "I want to sit at home late at night and talk about people traveling far away." Yan Yun felt that he was even more miserable. After all, he still had family members who were thinking about him, but what about him?

"Are you in a daze? Eat the dumplings as they get cold."

"Okay." Yan Yun smiled, knowing that someone was thinking about him now.

After the meal, Yan Yun took the storybook to eat, but Chu Linxuan closed the window because he was afraid of catching a cold.

"The Chinese New Year is coming soon, are you...going to leave?"