"Original" Love Series – Banishment

1. Purple Sunset

Flying snow is a beautiful picture. 

White flowers flutter from the sky, bright and beautiful. Although the scenery is beautiful, the refreshing breath brought by the flying snow is chilling, and it can cover a churning heart with ice, like a grass sprout buried under the snow. 

Ling Zixi quietly watched the snowflakes flying in the sky, sitting alone in the soft leather sofa inside the glass window, holding a warm 'dancing rabbit' coffee cup in her hand, peaceful and gentle. On the desk in front of her, pen and paper were laid out. 

After a moment of contemplation, she placed the cup on the table and scribbled a few lines on the paper with a pen:

I followed the sun to the wind,

Grab it in the air with all your might. 

I thought I had caught it.

Slowly stretch out your hand,

Only to find out that there was nothing. 

The handwriting is clear and the penmanship is indulgent. There are still some mysterious thoughts. 

She had no sense of the quality of the font, and after writing it, she didn't want to think about it, so she threw away the ink-colored pen in her hand and nestled in the soft leather sofa. The fluctuating brain seemed to have been stabbed by something, a little painful, as if the tip of the needle was pricked. 

She furrowed her brows and closed her eyes. The delicate cheeks were as white as snow, and there was no expression. 

The wind outside the window was fierce, and the snowflakes swirled rapidly in the air, as if it was wantonly wreaking havoc on the depression in its chest. Countless snowflakes couldn't help themselves, sprinting with all their might to the glass on the window, before and after. 

Suddenly, she thought of something, sat up sharply, grabbed the ink-colored pen on the table, and quickly wrote three lines on the messy paper:

Boring time is a kind of torture,

It wears out a hot and agitated heart,

Eventually, it pushes people into the dark abyss of delirium. 

She shook her head, her long jet-black hair silently protesting on the back of her white neck. Thoughts fluttered, fingers throbbed, pens swirled gracefully at the fingertips, desperately running. In her bright starry eyes, there seemed to be a faint hint of melancholy looming. 

For a long time, she put down her pen and did not write anything after all. 

She picked up her coffee cup, her mind troubled. The cup grew colder and colder, and I didn't feel anything. 

She looked out the glass window again—under the vast sky, large expanses of snowflakes still fluttering. However, the melted liquid on the glass gradually became lively. 

The interior is peaceful and the outside hustle and bustle is very large. For a moment, Ling Zixi seemed to realize her exile from sorrow.

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2. Forget it

He looked forward to the reappearance of that cool rainy night, and he had been looking forward to it. 

The snow fell for a day and a night. 

One of the purest elves in the world seemed to have suddenly become cheap. Since yesterday, the city has been flying all over the city, day and night, until the early morning. 

Looking at the glassy frost world, The Heavens finally showed a smiling face, and seemed to be very satisfied with his masterpiece. 

In the early morning, Tang Forgot got up and opened the curtains, and the world was white. 

The sun angrily tore open the merciless iron curtain of the clouds and offered its love to the earth in pieces. 

Tang forgot that he had finished washing, casually ate some breakfast, and had no interest at all. 

He pushed open the glass window on the balcony, glanced up at the clear blue sky, and then turned and lay down on the recliner in the room, barely stopping. 

He picked up the phone on the table, turned on the music station, plugged in the headphones, tucked them into his ears, and closed his eyes without making a sound. 

The poignant and beautiful words and sentences in the blue and white porcelain, along with Jay Chou's hazy and vague mulberry tone, penetrated the eardrum nerves in the melodious and euphemistic rhythms, and flowed into Tang Forgetful's brain thinking. 

This was once his favorite song, although he was not a fan of Jay Chou and was not cold to this singer, but what deeply attracted him was the poignant story in the lyrics; And, very poetic words outside the story. Even though the song has long since ceased to be popular, he has always enjoyed it. 

However, at this moment, when Tang Forgot fei listened to this song he once loved the most, he looked depressed and his face was wooden, without the slightest emotional excitement of the past. 

At the end of the song, he raised his hand to grasp the glass on the table, the mouth of the cup steamed, and the liquid in the cup was transparent. Gently shake the cup, and the narrow green bamboo leaves on the cup body will come alive. 

Tang Forgot fei moved the cup to his eyes, did not drink, just quietly watched the hot air float upwards until it dispersed into nothingness. The attentive look seemed to be admiring a beautiful girl dancing and dancing. 

Indeed, his mind went back to the past with the liquid dangling in the cup—that cool rainy night, the strong and delicate maiden, smiling with tears, said to him: My happiness is in your arms, and I will bring it back. The long-haired girl who was bright and beautiful, the girl who liked to whisper softly on his shoulders, the one who whispered in his ear, my name was Ling Zi Xi, and it belonged to the forgotten Zi Xi.

He looked forward to the reappearance of that cool rainy night, and he had been looking forward to it. 

Tang Forget's wet lips kissed the rim of the cup and took a sip gently. A faint transparent liquid, with a warm stream of heat, quickly rushed through his body with joy—it was boiled water. 

He didn't drink tea, not because he didn't like the taste of tea, but because he hated the complicated process of cooking. He didn't drink coffee, it wasn't that he wasn't used to the intense bitterness, but he didn't want to force his brain into a state of excitement, at least not for the moment. 

If that's one of the reasons for drinking boiled water, then he seems to have done it deliberately—indeed, he had picked up a glass of hot boiling water from the water dispenser and put it on the table. He didn't want to use it to make tea, nor did he want to use it to make coffee, so he simply drank it directly. Because he has neither the mood to make tea, nor the idea of making coffee, nor even the mood and thought of doing anything. 

At this moment, Don forgot that he didn't want to do anything, he only wanted her. 

Xiao Yaxuan suddenly sang the main song of love in his headphones, which was also a very old song, but he did not plan to switch. 

Tang Yifei hummed slowly with the music, and his body began to sway from side to side. He still seemed to feel too hidden, and he stood up with the cup unscrupulously and twisted it at will. However, his clumsy dance steps made fun of the boiling water in the glass, and the crystalline liquid jumped out of the cup and fell on the bright floor, shattering to the ground in an instant. 

Tang Forgot did not hesitate to wreak havoc on the boredom of winter, in order to sprinkle the yellowed youth sadness several times. 

What he didn't know, however, was that at the other end of time and space, the sunlight was pouring through the delicate glass window, and the warmth was pouring out on the pink bed of Ling Zi Xi. Soft, she hugged the cute big doll and entered the dream they had once shared. 

In her sleep, her pretty red face was faintly overflowing with a sweet smile. 

Outside the window, the sun was shining like never before. The thick snow on the eaves is fiercely competing with the ice ridges in the corners, competing for the melting love that flows all over the place. 

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Winter moon

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