On Christmas night this year, she taught him how to build a snowman and have a snowball fight, and Alan seemed to have never played like this, and he always had a curious and clear smile on his face.

Back in the room, she looked at Alan at the desk for a while. Outside the window, snowflakes are falling.

He's buried in the book again?

"Alan?"

As if sensing her gaze, he turned his head.

"The thing I hate the most is Christmas. "The boy's beautiful eyes were stained with the gloom of the night," ...... It snows every year. His voice faded down, and he turned his head away from her, his long eyelashes shadowing in the light, cutting a perfect and indifferent silhouette.

At that moment, she felt an indescribable heartache for this child.

Santa Claus, deer, sleds, these things of anticipation have always been irrelevant to him.

She remembered a lonely sitting in the classroom since she was a child, and when the bell rang, the children rushed out of the classroom shouting "American!", and little Allen became the loneliest person in the world in an instant.

Not knowing what to say, the room was strangely quiet, and she could only stare blankly at him, and then at the gray sky.

Suddenly, she heard a faint sound, and when she turned her head, she saw the boy's face buried in the pages, his slender shoulders trembling slightly, and she tried to suppress the feeling.

The girl suddenly made a movement, stretched out her arm and subconsciously held the boy in her arms.

The glow of the fireplace jumped on the boy's hair, staining it a faint golden red. Su Xiaoqi looked at her movements blankly, was she really motherly?

She didn't know why she was doing this, but she suddenly wanted to give him some strength and comfort.

Don't worry, I'll be with you, she wants to convey such thoughts to this child.

After all, this child has been so lonely all along.

The boy obediently let her hold him, motionless, his coat was stained with snow and cool, and he felt like he was immersed in his heart.

Through his coat came from his fingertips, a faint sadness and coldness.

She could clearly feel his spine, he was really thin, she patted his back gently, there are few boys of this age who have a childhood like him, this qiē is caused by her.

He didn't speak, letting the girl hold him.

What the tip of the nose inadvertently touched, was the boy's delicate ear temples, and a fresh breath surrounded her, with a faint fragrance of soap.

After what seemed to be a long time, he gently called her name: "Alice......"

"You tickle me. ”

She's not a cat!"How can I?"

His two fingers pulled two long strands of hair out of his neck, "Yours." ”

The white hand removed the book that covered the face, then the soft forehead covered with jet-black bangs, and then a pair of eyes that were so clear that they were almost transparent.

She was sweating wildly, but he was still looking at her quietly.

"Do you want a vigil?" the little girl asked suddenly, getting up and going into the room to light the candles on the Christmas tree. Although there are only two children in the house during this festival, she will try to make this day a warm festival.

"Hmm. He promised.

The result of the vigil here was that she was almost asleep.

He hugged the little girl with his backhand: "Alice, sleep." ”

"Huh?" she opened.

His eyelashes were thick, and a faint shadow was under his eyes: "Aren't you sleepy?"

"Huh?" saw myself sleeping next to his bed.

Does he mean the two of them will sleep here tonight?

"Good night. His hand was on the girl's waist, "But—" The girl looked at her bed.

"Shhhh

A cool breeze brushed her hair, and it was so itchy.

She moved awkwardly, a little like laughing.

He immediately hugged her tighter: "Alice." ”

"Huh?"

He didn't speak, buried his head in the arm next to her cheek, and pressed his delicate chin against Su Xiaoqi's shoulder-this posture? She was stunned, and suddenly wanted to laugh: it turned out that he was really a child, and he thought he was a standard teenager and an old man!

Su Xiaoqi understands this as being coquettish, after all, he has not experienced his childhood life since he was a child, so he has no object to be coquettish.

She waited with her eyes open for a long time, but instead of waiting for him to say anything, she heard his slow and gentle breathing. His long eyelashes were intertwined, and he had fallen asleep peacefully.

When he was asleep, she lowered his arm very lightly, and was about to pull away, but just as she moved, when she looked up, she found that the boy had opened his eyes at some point.

He immediately tightened his arms, and she couldn't move.

"Alice, you said you wanted to stay with me. ”

The dark eyes were faintly in the dim light, blurring a deep one.

He seems to be delicate and well-behaved, but in fact he is domineering to death, gentle and quiet on the surface, but in fact he is very willful.

She had no choice but to lie down with him and close her eyes.

The moonlight poured in coldly, and he didn't sleep at all, but stared straight at her. She was a soft, warm lump that was comfortable to hold. Then, with his hand on her waist, he pulled the girl into his arms.

"Alan?"

"Sleep. ”

When she woke up again, it was the middle of the night, and the clear light of the moon fell on the head of the bed, and the first thing she saw was the slender arm of the boy pressed against her body. The boy slept soundly, with thick eyelashes covering the bottom of his eyes, beautiful like an angel.

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