This is the northwest of "Fanliang", and there is the south of "Changbei". Although they are all small countries, they have had their own contacts within business for several years; all countries are prosperous and the people live a comfortable life;

The 18th year of Fanliang; this year, the winter in Fanjing seemed to come earlier; there were occasionally shops and merchants hurriedly on the streets, and there were very few people on the streets;

It was snowing heavily, the voices were lonely, and the nine heavens were vast. From afar, the sky was the same as the other end of the horizon.

At the most prosperous end of the street, a mansion with a magnificent decoration, with the word "Lin Mansion" hanging high on the chestnut-red gate; the mansion is not as dazzling as it looks, but an ancient building, but it is not without its strength; the masters and servants in the mansion are constantly coming and going, and they are all respectful to guests.

The only thing that is eye-catching is the figure of a little girl sitting on the swing in the 'Qingpin Garden';

The little girl's delicate face was a little childish. Because the weather was cold, the pink cheeks were slightly flushed, and her watery eyes were hiding under her long eyelashes, like shy stamens, shy among the petals, and her petite lips, with a pointed and raised jaw, were comparable to the beautiful scroll in the painting. One more point is longer, and one less point is short. Even if she was born in a young age, she still couldn't hide it. That innate beauty was;

Even though it was in this cold winter, the little girl was still leisurely wandering on the swing, wearing a snow-white martened robe, as if she was blending into a snowy scene; her figure was reflected on the snow and she looked a little lonely.

At this time, a girl dressed in a maid came hurriedly, disturbing a beautiful scroll of the same scene. Only then did the girl's girl say with a hint of worry and complaining tone: "Miss, why are you still swinging on the swing in such a cold day? What's the best thing to do if it's frozen!"

The little girl on the swing, with a tender voice, smiled and said, "It's okay, I'm not cold."

The maid next to her was attracted by the little girl's smile, and she was stunned for a moment.

"Zhu'er came in a hurry, but is there something wrong?" The little girl tilted her little head, looking at the little maid with an unknown look in her ignorant and clear eyes.

"Oh, by the way, Young Master Song was in the mansion just now, why don't you go and see?" The little maid came back to her senses and suddenly remembered her intention;

"Other brother is here..." The little girl jumped off the swing, carrying the heavy skirt, and running all the way to the outer garden; her movements were so fast that it even looked down on her expression, but her excited and urgent actions were enough to prove the surprise in her heart;

"Miss, please wait!" the little maid reminded him worriedly afterwards;

The empty streets have been covered by heavy snow. The cold wind passes through every gap, as if calling for the arrival of winter, and also complaining about the coldness of winter; in the white snow, only two rows of neat footprints can highlight a hint of vitality;

I saw two men, about thirteen or fourteen years old, walking in the snow, looking particularly eye-catching, as if they were reappearing a beautiful scroll;

As the cold wind drifted, a tender shout came faintly, "Brother Ran, wait for me, Brother Ran..."

The two men instinctively stopped and turned around and looked at it. They saw a little girl in a white robe holding a thick skirt, running towards them clumsy and hard. In this heavy snow, "run" was used to describe it. It seemed to be a little difficult for a little girl, but "walking" was used to describe it, and it seemed to ignore the little girl's hurry;

The little girl stopped in front of the two men, her red face with a little tenderness, and her breathing was naturally rapid. At this time, one of the men in blue with a jade-like face and handsome facial features approached the little girl and said with a hint of reproach, "Xuan'er, why are you disobedient? You're still running out in such a cold day?"

The little girl pouted her little mouth and big watery eyes, and glanced at the man in black beside her.

"I wonder what Miss Lin is doing?" The man in black next to him was as hot as the temperature at this time. His expressionless face looked particularly distinct and there was a feeling that he had not yet fully grown, but it did not affect him at all. His handsome and charming face and deep eyes seemed a little hollow, adding a little chill to the cold expression.

"I want to play with you." The little girl seemed not afraid of the man's indifference, but stared at the man in black with watery eyes, her eyes flashed slightly, as if she was surprised and shy.

The dark-shadowed man lowered his thick eyelashes to cover up the coldness in his eyes.

"Xuan'er is now grown up and should not contact many men anymore, which makes people laugh." The man in blue leaned down, stroked the girl's cheek, and said with a little doting.

"But..." The little girl frowned her not yet complete brows, looking at the man in black with a look of reluctance and grievance.

"Xuan'er..." I saw a slightly longer girl, smiling, like a fairy in the wind, and like a warm sun like winter, walking towards the little girl.

"Sister..." The little girl looked at him and ran to the girl happily, shook her sleeves, and said, "Sister, go and tell your brother, will you take us to play with Brother Ran, okay?"

The girl gently stroked the little girl's hair; she walked to the two men, owed her body gracefully and gently, nodded and said, "Hello, Mr. Song."

The man in black still had no expression on his face, but his eyes were a little tender, and he nodded and said, "Hello Miss Lin."

The girl smiled, with a hint of blush on her beautiful face, and she lowered her eyes shyly, as if she was rebuking the man's tenderness.

The man in blue next to him said, "Qinglian, you are here just in time. Take Xuan'er back quickly to avoid catching a cold."

The woman who called Qinglian chuckled and nodded, then glanced at the man in black from the bottom of her eyes; the two men nodded and then turned around and left.

An innocent little girl did not notice the ripples of the man in black and her sister at that moment. Seeing the man gradually moving away, she suddenly stepped forward a few steps and shouted to the departing back; "Brother Ran, I like you."

The figures that left were paused for a moment. The man in blue looked back and looked back. The little girl, full of longing and expectation, subconsciously looked at the man in black. The man in black did not turn around, nor did he turn around, and could not see his expression. He only shook his head gently and then took a step away.

The little girl looked at the man's leaving figure, and her tender face showed sadness and sadness, and crystal tears flashed in her watery eyes;

For a girl who is only a few years old, it is such a rare and valuable spirit that she can express her feelings. Perhaps it is an absurd joke for others, but for a little girl, she may not be able to distinguish the difference between "like" and "love", but this is her yearning and pursuit throughout her life. Although she is only seven years old, she is an innocent age.

This little girl is the girl in the Lin Mansion, wandering on the swing; it is also the "Lin Xuaner" who is loved by all the people. It turns out that when the little girl arrived at the front hall, the young master Song she wanted to meet had already left, so she snatched out of the house and chased him all the way out. Fortunately, she caught up, but left the first trace of emotion on her pure heart.

The girl beside her is her best sister, the fourth lady of the Prime Minister's House, "Lin Qinglian".

The man in blue just now was his brother Lin Mo
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