It was early spring, but the weather did not show any signs of warmth, even in this warm southern country. Sunlight casts rows of mottled tree shadows in front of the desk, and the man gathered his thin shirt and pushed the door out.

In the empty courtyard, the thin snow on the branches still exists, which makes people feel cool. The man stopped in this snowy world, his eyebrows frowned slightly, leaving him with little time, and the servants in the family have basically been dismissed, with only a few lonely and helpless maids, and Zhang Uncle who had watched him grow up since childhood, and she, who is the most worrying thing.

While he was stunned, a pair of slender hands put on his shoulders at some point: "Funing, it's cold, put on some!" A big brocade cloak covered him tightly in the blink of an eye.

After all, she couldn't let go of him. Even though he had been deliberately avoiding him, he kept saying coldly to her. Funing quietly opened the distance between her and forced herself not to see her, "Miao Qing, go!"

After hearing this, the woman named Miao Qing looked dim. She could feel that Funing was not as cold and ruthless as she looked on, but why did he pretend to be a stranger? After so many years, it seemed that he was like this to everyone.

Maybe she really didn't know him enough, Miao Qing looked at the man's back in disappointment and silently left his side. She would give him more time to think about it carefully. She didn't believe that Fu Ning would really be able to make up her mind to drive her away.

Hearing the tranquility around him, Fu Ning couldn't hide his loneliness. Suddenly, a slight pain came from his chest, and he covered his chest tightly. This was fine, and the real pain in his body temporarily suppressed the sorrow in his heart.

He fell on the cold ground, a hint of coolness on his forehead was revealed, and Fu Ning looked up and saw snowflakes falling from the invisible sky.

It was snowing? He didn't dare to retract his gaze, but he didn't dare to look directly at the snowflakes flying all over the sky, for fear that they would turn into the nightmare he feared the most.

He still remembers when he was very young. With the help of Mr. Zhang, he pierced a kite with his hands.

For a child, this is undoubtedly something to be proud of. Xiao Funing raised the kite high, although not so exquisite, but it was enough to fly into the blue sky.

"Mom, mom!" Funing trotted into his mother's room, unable to wait to show it to his mother.

"Neal", the woman was doing needlework, because Funing's shout made her feel distracted. A small hole was pierced by an embroidered needle on the belly of the index finger, and blood was pouring out.

"Mom?" Fu Ning shouted with fear, his mother had a bad temper, which was something he had always known.

The woman slapped Funing without saying anything, and said coldly: "I have told you so many times, don't make a fuss. If you can't do it, get out."

The child's Funing could not bear such bad words, and she sobbed at that time, "Mom, why do you, always, always don't like me?" No matter what I do, you are just dissatisfied.

The woman's body was obviously shocked, and this sentence really hit her sore spot: "I didn't want to tell you..." She stared at the scenery outside the window with a blood-faced face, and slowly told a thing about her life many years ago, a thorn that was always stuck in her heart.

The Funing family is a well-known wealthy family. My father was doing business abroad and spent only a few days in a year.

The curtain on the bed was lifted up, and the woman's moans could not be suppressed due to childbirth. A group of maids who served were panicked. Seeing that the wife was pale and cold sweating, they didn't dare to step forward. The maid with a little courage was hesitant and hesitated again and again, approached the bed and held the woman's hand, "Madam, if you bear it, your wife will be here."

In the courtyard outside, Uncle Zhang was so anxious that he was restless. Why was the wife going to give birth to the time when the master went out to discuss business?

All the servants in the family were called to the yard. Zhang Bo understood that if the master was not here, he was the backbone of everyone at the moment. "Where is the Wenma, have you asked you to call me?" Zhang Bo asked with a calm face.

A servant stammered and replied: "The wife of the Li family in the south of the city is also giving birth. The servants of their family have gone early, so the wife is all... "

"What!" Uncle Zhang smiled bitterly. This wife of the Li family likes to use chicken feathers as a command arrow. She is a bit stinky, so she hopes that everyone in the world will regard her as a horse.

It’s not a time to complain, Zhang Bo made a quick decision: “You go again, no matter how much money you spend, you must invite the best peaceful lady to come.”

"Yes", the servants got the order and went out immediately.

But Uncle Zhang suddenly thought of something and quickly called the servants closest to him: "It turns out that the one who was sent to pick up the master is still there, so don't talk about the difficult childbirth of the wife.

It is difficult to walk on the mountain road at night. If you talk about your wife, you are afraid that the master will be anxious and something will happen if you are not careful.

Wenpo came soon after, and was an older woman, but according to herself, she was the most experienced one in the village.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before the Wenpo went in, and the cry of a baby came from the room.

The maids came out of the inner room surrounded each other, and the leader was holding the baby in his arms, "I'm still a young master!"

Suddenly a thunder broke out in the night sky, and pale lightning shone on the faces of several little girls who looked like flowers, and there was an indescribable weirdness.

"Your father never came back that day. I sent someone out to search for him for three days and three nights before I found his body under the cliff." Even though many years have passed, the woman's biggest taboo when she recalled that past.

A buzzing sound filled the cerebral cortex, and Funing took several steps in a row. He never thought that the truth would be like this. No wonder his mother felt disgusted every time she saw him. Is it because of his ominousness?

He rushed out of the door desperately and rushed into the rainy sky. The potholes on the road were covered with mud. Funing did not stand firmly and fell heavily on the cold ground.

The rain wet his clothes unscrupulously, and Funing sat in the rain, until the snow floated away in the sight.

He raised his eyes in a daze. It was rare to snow in the south. Even if it had snowed, it never appeared in Funing's memory. However, this snowflake...

Looking at the bright red that melted in my palm, would this shocking red be snow? The book said that snow is pure white and flawless, how could it exist like blood!

He got up from the ground like crazy and ran wildly in the corridor until he threw himself into an extremely warm embrace.

Uncle Zhang touched his head: "Young Master Funing, what are you doing so vigorously?"

He smiled desperately: "Brother Zhang, can you tell me what color is snow?"

He didn't know why he asked this or just to confirm a vague guess in his heart.

Uncle Zhang caressed Funing to make up his clothes: "Snow, that's the purest and most flawless thing in the world."

"Fresh and flawless..." Fu Ning smiled bitterly and clenched her fists tightly.

It seems that my bad luck began from that time. Not long after he saw the red snow when he was a child, his mother had offended the powerful and powerful. After being imprisoned, she died tragically, and their family's life began to plummet.

The money fell and the money scattered, and the ancestors' foundation was about to be destroyed in his own hands. Fortunately, Zhang Bo still struggled to support it year by year, but to this day, the whole mansion is just a nameless empty shell.

The past is unbearable, and the reality is sad again. He doesn't know what the meaning of having to persevere.

The red snow appeared in his eyes again, and it seemed that he had guessed it long ago. Funing's stretched out palms only trembled. It was the main thing to seize the time and send them all away.

In the main hall, Fu Ning looked at the people in front of him with a cold expression: "The mansion has been cared for for many years, and I have worked hard." After that, he drank the wine in front of him.

"Pu", not only did Fu Ning's wine glass placed on the table break and shatter.

The whole hall began to shake, the beams of the house were shaking, and everyone's legs were soft and unable to move. "The earth dragon, the earth dragon turned over." Fu Ning smiled bitterly, and after all, it was still one step slower than the sky.

In the past, it was a man-made disaster, but now it is going to become a natural disaster?

A heart-wrenching roar was heard in my ears, "Be careful." The next second, a thin body forced herself to withstand the weight of the beam.

"Miao Qing! Why don't you hide?" Funing used all his strength to remove the beam from her. Her back was already covered in blood.

Miao Qing stroked his cheek and smiled softly: "You care about me, aren't you?" Her lips kept twitching, as if she had something to say. But she was really tired, very tired, very tired. She thought that she might never know why this young man's long-term frown was. Half of the jade pendant tightly held with white fingertips was stained with blood and was mixed with dust and would eventually be buried in the long river of life that stopped surging.

"Young Master Funing!" Another scream of exclamation.

The originally staggering thin figure was crawling between the bricks and stones of earth, and Funing could only see a piece of dust flying around and slowly dissipating in his vision.

However, in a blink of an eye, he was separated from these close relatives and beloved gods forever. Looking at the house that was about to collapse, Funing seemed to be fragile in the exposed air and shuddered. He had struggled several times on the verge of death, but this time, life and death were only between breathing.
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