novelODS Chapter 286 Rime and Frost
Chapter 286 Rime and Frost
The moon-white straight-cut robe fit snugly against her body, over which she wore a semi-transparent white gauze crane cloak. The collar and cuffs were trimmed with silver-gray cloud patterns, and as she moved, the robe fluttered, as if bathed in moonlight. A jade-green silk sash was tied around her waist, from which hung a plain white jade pendant that swayed gently with her steps.
He was already tall and had a cool and aloof demeanor. Standing by the window amidst the swirling snowflakes, he resembled a solitary white plum blossom, standing alone in the world.
The wind ruffled the edges of his crane-feather cloak, and snowflakes fell on his shoulders, making one feel as if he were not a nineteen-year-old college student, but a banished immortal who had stepped out of a traditional Chinese ink painting from a thousand years ago.
"Wow! The chosen ones of the ancients!"
"It's such a waste that he's not playing the male lead in historical romance dramas!"
Several shop assistants stared in disbelief, unable to help but exclaim in hushed tones.
Ancient costumes rely heavily on bone structure, and Jiang Feng's bone structure is already impeccable. His figure is perfect, and his temperament is unparalleled. Paired with this elegant Hanfu and the background of falling snow, he is simply a walking ancient style poster.
Anke turned her head, and her eyes instantly lit up like stars.
She had long thought that Jiang Feng would look good in Hanfu, but she never expected him to look this good.
Anke put down her phone, walked forward with a smile, circled him twice, her face full of undisguised amazement.
"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Jiang Feng felt uncomfortable under her gaze; this was the first time he had ever worn Hanfu.
Anke's eyes sparkled as she leaned forward, lowered her voice, and teased him in a drawn-out tone, making sure only the two of them could hear.
"But hey—Jiang Feng, so you've never been in a relationship!
"So what? I studied hard in high school, so it's reasonable for me to want to have a relationship in college, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the door to another changing room was gently pushed open.
Fang Ningxue came out.
The light blue-green ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) has a semi-transparent silk upper garment embroidered with light ink landscapes, and a skirt with a gradient of blue-green, transitioning from a deep blue at the waist to a light green at the hem, like a pool of melting lake water.
She wore a pure white fox fur cloak with a fluffy, soft fur collar that accentuated her jade-like chin.
Several white pearl hairpins adorned her hair, swaying gently as she lowered her head, exuding a cool and aloof air.
The shop assistant's eyes lit up again, and she quickly picked up a green bamboo oil-paper umbrella from the nearby shelf. The umbrella was painted with a few sparse plum blossoms in winter, and handed it to her.
"Girl, try opening this!"
Fang Ningxue took the umbrella and slowly opened it.
It looks even more ethereal after being stretched out.
She stood there, her eyes gentle and her demeanor serene, like a fairy who had stepped out of the painting "A Panorama of Rivers and Mountains".
Jiang Feng and Fang Ningxue stood on either side of the window.
One of the shop assistants couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, "My God, they're a perfect match!"
Anke looked at the two people standing together and suddenly fell silent.
"I'm going to change my clothes too."
Before long, Chen Dexing and the other two came out chattering. Their Hanfu was exquisite, but unfortunately, the three of them couldn't pull it off.
The three of them looked at each other, then at Jiang Feng and Fang Ningxue standing by the window, and fell silent.
Jiang Feng wields a sword, Fang Ningxue leans on an umbrella.
The three were all similarly ugly, while the other two were exceptionally beautiful.
"No..." Chen Yulin scratched his head, looking utterly dejected, "Why do we look so different in Hanfu, even though we're wearing the same thing?"
Zhang Jindong sighed, and, upholding his duty as the "record-teller of daily life," picked up his phone to record the moment.
Jiang Feng ignored their wails and was brandishing the long sword in his hand.
This is a prop sword displayed in the shop; it's not sharpened.
He tried swinging it, and his crane cloak billowed with the movement, the blade flashing with a cold light, giving him a real air of a wandering swordsman.
"What a pity," he said, touching the blade of the sword with a hint of regret.
"Controlled knives are not allowed at West Lake."
Just then, Anke's changing room door opened.
She came out.
The wine-red cloak, like a blazing fire, enveloped Anke's graceful figure.
The white fur collar was fluffy and soft, which accentuated her jade-like chin and bright eyes.
The crimson brocade skirt beneath the cloak—golden phoenixes seemed poised to take flight on the hem, and the twelve layers of gauze skirt resembled overlapping peonies.
Several red silk flowers were adorned in her jet-black hair, echoing the color of her clothes, and her skin was as white as snow.
It was so bright it was blinding, so intense it was astonishing.
It forms a striking contrast with the pure white of the river breeze and the pale blue of the snow in Fangning.
One red, one white, and one blue.
The three stood side by side, snow falling heavily outside the window, while sandalwood incense wafted through the air inside the shop. The surrounding noise seemed to freeze instantly, and everyone's gaze involuntarily fell upon them.
Chen Dexing and the other two looked at themselves, then at them, and fell into an utter silence.
They are a perfect couple, a handsome man and a beautiful woman.
They are... three background figures.
I regret coming to West Lake.
An Ke walked to Fang Ningxue's side and twirled around, her skirt spreading out like flower petals.
Smiling at Jiang Feng, she said, "How is it? Does it look good?"
"It looks beautiful." Jiang Feng nodded, his tone sincere. "We should head to West Lake now. If we stay any longer, the snow on the Broken Bridge will be trampled into mud."
We took a car and soon arrived at West Lake.
The moment they opened the car door, a gust of cold wind carrying fine snow rushed towards them, and all six of them held their breath.
Before me was a pure white world.
The Broken Bridge, covered in snow, resembles a silver dragon lying across the lake.
The Leifeng Pagoda in the distance was faintly visible, its spire covered with a thin layer of snow, gleaming hazily in the dim light of the sky.
The willows by the lake were covered with icicles, and when the wind blew, fine snowflakes fell like silver dust from the sky.
"Holy shit..." Chen Dexing blurted out, then quickly covered his mouth.
So beautiful.
It's so beautiful it seems otherworldly.
Snowflakes drifted down, and Jiang Feng, An Ke, and Fang Ningxue all stopped to their feet, overwhelmed by the sight before them.
Snow-covered West Lake is a rare sight to begin with, but West Lake under such heavy snowfall is something most people have probably only seen in textbooks.
Zhang Dai's "Watching Snow at the Lakeside Pavilion".
The three people, dressed in Hanfu, looked stunning and blended perfectly with the ancient snowscape, instantly attracting countless eyes.
Passing tourists stopped in their tracks, their hands holding up their phones frozen in mid-air.
"That's... Jiang Feng?"
"Holy crap, it really is the Wind God!"
"Who's that person in the blue dress next to her? She looks so ethereal..."
"Is that the one in red Anke? She's so beautiful..."
"The wind god has once again arrived at his faithful West Lake!"
A bold girl blushed and approached, saying, "Jiang Feng, can we take a picture together? We all support you!"
"Of course," Jiang Feng nodded with a smile.
More and more people gathered around asking for photos, and Jiang Feng and his group suddenly became the center of attention.
After dealing with the last group of fans taking photos, Jiang Feng turned around and found that Chen Yulin and the other two were nowhere to be seen.
Without the disturbance of others, it seemed as if only the three of them and the falling snow remained in the world.
Fang Ningxue gazed silently in the direction of the pavilion in the middle of the lake, fine snowflakes clinging to her eyelashes, and murmured, "...viewing the snow from the pavilion in the middle of the lake, the rime ice, the sky and the clouds..."
"So what Zhang Dai wrote... was all true."
Jiang Feng looked at the beautiful scenery before him—a broken bridge covered in snow, a lake reflecting the mountains, and two bright and beautiful girls beside him.
Snowflakes fell on his shoulders, on Fang Ningxue's umbrella, and on An Ke's red cloak.
"Let's start a live stream," he suddenly said.
"Hmm?" Anke turned to look at him. "Why did you change your mind? Didn't you want some peace and quiet?"
"Such a beautiful view," Jiang Feng said, gazing at the pavilion in the middle of the lake in the distance, a slight smile playing on his lips. "It shouldn't be just us who see it."