"Hey, since ancient times, there is more hatred than hatred, come on, guy. There are flowers that can be folded straight and must be folded, and do not make the gold bottle empty to the moon. The old lady let out a sigh, turned her head away and stopped talking, and looked quietly out the window.

Xia Yuan felt very uncomfortable.

Where are so many drama elves and old ladies?

What's even more uncomfortable is that in the process of Xia Yuan's communication with the old man, the elementary school student Xiong Child kicked his heel with his foot.

"Hiss......"

Oh, brother, I can't cure the old lady, and I can't cure you bear child?

Xia Yuan turned around with a dark face.

"Uncle, the site has arrived. The child looked at him with a round smiling face.

The little face was flushed, white and red.

What does this mean?

This shows that the kidneys are good and the blood is vigorous.

Xia Yuan looked up, and there were still 5 stops away from Yunze Film and Television City.

"You don't even know where I'm going, how do you know I'm here?" he looked down and touched the child's head with his hand.

The little one dodged a step and shrank behind his mother.

"Uncle, I mean he's at the station," the schoolboy pointed to the eldest brother in a leather coat who was sitting next to Xia Yuan, snoring loudly, "You just promised to wake someone up." ”

Oh, yes.

Xia Yuan thought to himself, how could he forget what others had just explained?

He quickly woke up the middle-aged uncle.

"Big brother, it's time to stop, Heping Road. ”

"Huh?"

The big brother in black leather wiped the slap on his face and stood up suddenly.

When I saw that the car door was about to close, I quickly got out of the car in three steps and two steps.

"Thank you, brother. ”

......

After the passengers got off the bus, the bus started slowly.

The sky had fallen, turning purple black.

The lights outside are lit up, and the hustle and bustle of the city sets off the peace of people's hearts.

It was at this time that snowflakes began to fall in the sky.

Xia Yuan looked at these things that fell from the sky, and couldn't help but feel a move in his heart.

A vague outline emerges in the brain.

He lowered his head, as if he saw a plain white hand, holding a drop of melted snowflake in his palm and placing it in front of him.

The little ant in my heart crawled slowly.

The little bat's small mouth bites gently.

Itchy.

There is a tingling sensation lingering.

......

Xia Yuan's throat itched, and he couldn't help coughing.

He covered his mouth with his hands, not wanting to cause trouble to others.

Xia Yuan's eyes suddenly froze, and his pupils dilated slightly.

The itchy throat is due to the invasion of the virus.

So what is the itch for?

It was at this moment that he suddenly realized-

The old lady was right.

This is the power of longing.

If Niannian has a mathematical model, then it is a line, you don't know what it passed through or what it met, you only know its two endpoints.

One in your heart.

Someone in your thoughts.

He looked back at the old man sitting in the back.

The old lady smiled at him with satisfaction, like a Taoist monk.

"Hiss......"

Xia Yuan gasped.

The heel was kicked in the heel by the bear child again.

Why are you still kicking me?

If I don't teach you a lesson today, you will really be lawless!

Xia Yuan turned around with a dark face.

The child looked at him with a round face, his brows furrowed.

"Uncle, can you tie your shoelaces?" the elementary school student felt very uncomfortable, "I've been paying attention to you for a long time, and I'm very uncomfortable with you like this." ”

“......”

Do you have obsessive-compulsive disorder?

......

When I returned home, the house was filled with a warm atmosphere.

The moment he saw Ying Sitong, Xia Yuan's heart suddenly settled down.

Tonight is Christmas Eve.

After dinner, Xia Yuan lay on the sofa and watched TV calmly.

From time to time, the sound of Ying Sitong broadcasting live in the room came to my ears.

After a while, the beautiful young woman of the blood clan got off the air and walked out of the room.

She walked to the window and looked out silently, her eyes foggy.

"Wow, Christmas Eve, it's so lively outside, should we go out and have a look?"

"You must have some misconception about Christmas. Xia Yuan put his hand to his mouth and coughed.

I thought to myself, you, an Oriental who was born and raised for more than 1,800 years, why do you always think about the wool of the West?

Xia Yuan stood up and walked to Ying Sitong's side.

Looking out of the window, the property in the community below doesn't know where to get a Christmas tree, which is lit up.

A group of small children are playing a game of chase around it.

"Do you know the meaning of mistletoe?" Xia Yuan tapped his finger on the windowpane, pointing to the green mistletoe wreath on the pine tree below.

"Don't, don't want to know," Ying Sitong pouted angrily, "I don't believe you, you must say that I am a mistletoe parasitic on you, and sooner or later I will squeeze you dry." ”

Xia Yuan smiled slightly, ignored her, and continued to talk to himself, "The god of light in Norse mythology is named Badr, he is the embodiment of brilliance and beauty, the god of spring and joy, the personification of light.

His father was Odin, the god-king of the Aesirs, and his mother was the god-queen Frigga, and he and the dark god Hoddle were twin brothers.

Badr often dreamed of feeling the shadow of death.

His mother, Friggia, was so worried that she traveled all over the world asking all things to take a vow not to harm Badr.

All things are sworn by except the mistletoe that grows east of Valhalla, because it is too weak to hurt anyone.

The gods were so happy with Badr that they threw their weapons at him, but they could not harm the god of light.

The evil god Loki was usually extremely jealous of the bright Badr, so he killed him with a bow made of mistletoe.

Badr's mother –

The goddess of love, Fu Lijia, was devastated when she learned about it, so she and the gods tried their best to save Bird's life, and finally saved him.

Fu Lijia was very grateful, so she promised to give whoever stood under the mistletoe a pout, thus creating the Christmas custom of mistletoe smacking.

It also preserves forever the symbolic meaning of mistletoe, love, peace and forgiveness, which are the essence of Christmas. ”

Xia Yuan smiled.

"So you see, the real Christmas is not going out, you have to enjoy the peace and quiet at home, and only people who don't understand its meaning will think of it as a carnival. ”

Ying Sitong was slightly stunned, and then frowned uncomfortably.

Do you want to stay at home and not go out?

How uncomfortable is that?

"We Orientals don't understand this. Jiang Xiaoling said angrily.

Then place the cup filled with hot water on top of the coffee table with a bang.

Because the coffee table is made of wooden boats and door panels, the echo is quite large.

Jiang Xiaoling entered the kitchen with a straight face.

Xia Yuan frowned and muttered, "This guy is fierce, almost like you." ”

"Where?"

Ying Sitong glanced at him dissatisfiedly, a touch of shyness appeared on her face, she wanted to laugh and held back her laughter, she wanted to be angry but couldn't get angry.

The key is that Xia Yuan said that she was fierce first, and it was not easy to deal with this person.

Doesn't being angry mean that she is really fierce?

What's more, he also praised her for being fierce and fierce, and she can taste a little cute cuteness from it.

"But the murderer is the murderer, there is still a difference between you and Jiang Xiaoling. ”

"What?"

"You're a murderer. ”

"Huh!?"

Ying Sitong turned back angrily.

"Xia Yuan, stop it!"

"Uh-huh......"

The beautiful young woman of the Blood Clan's eyes widened suddenly.

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