"Let's change to Grieg's music!" Xiao Yi suggested as he stirred the glass spoon in the yogurt cup. He likes to fill half a glass of yogurt with red wine or dark beer, and acidophiles always have a weird taste.

"Why? I think his music is very sad!"

"Huh?" Xiao Yi raised his chin slightly, motioning for her to continue, hoping to keep finding the resonance between them.

"Every time I listen to Grieg, it's like seeing the pure blue sky over the Norwegian sea, spotless, very deep, very sad, more difficult to outline than watercolor paintings, he is too clear, space spirit, too pure, sometimes I think, Grieg should be an elf living in the forest, we ordinary people can't set foot in his world!" Jiang Shui lay on the mint green checkered tablecloth, the more she talked, the more she devoted, the way her eyebrows jumped made Xiao Yi startled. "In that case, let's not listen to it, such a good festival, we should listen to the cheesy jingle bell, right?"

Xiao Yi was naturally very satisfied with her comment, but he still deliberately lowered his face and asked, "Have you ever heard the phrase 'thinking of relatives every festival'?"

"Nope. Jiang Shui shook his head incessantly. "It's not that I haven't heard of it, but I don't understand, didn't my parents just leave, why do you still miss your relatives?"

Jiang Shui's head was almost stretched to the opposite side, she probably didn't know how stupid she was! However, Luo Ying saw that Xiao Yi's eyes were hiding something that he couldn't see clearly, like a frosted glass, chaotic, blurry, and cold. Perhaps, he is thinking of his relatives who have a common blood, and legend has it that only when he is bleeding a common blood will he cause a stronger feeling when he misses each other.

Xiao Yi took a sip of red wine stiffly, quickly raised his forehead and smiled: "It's nothing, it's just an ancient poem, let's eat! Merry Christmas!"

He raised his glass, and Jiang Shui raised it gestureously, and the sound of the cups clashing slowly beat into a discrete but energetic rhythm, until the row of pink and purple candles at the end of the table was almost burned out.

The room finally darkened, and the roaring wind and snow outside the door were still intensifying, but the sound of breathing and heartbeat was even more overwhelming.

The small colored lights of the Christmas tree circulate in an infinite loop with time, and the blizzard outside the window is also silently falling, covering, and stacking layer by layer. This night, there is no moonlight, no stars, even the lights at the intersection are lonely, fireworks are set off wantonly on the bustling streets and rooftops, but no matter what, they can't penetrate this layer of tempered glass. No one cares what is happening here, what is going to happen, only we care about ourselves.

Xiao Yi and Jiang Shui leaned back against each other, and the blue velvet blanket was crimson by the orange fire in the fireplace.

In fact, such an atmosphere is also beautiful even if you don't speak.

"Xiao Yi, can you help me make up for the class?"

"Isn't the end of the semester yet yet? Why are you so nervous?"

"I want to study hard, and in the future, I will be admitted to the same university as you, and your grades are so good, it seems that I have a long way to go. ”

Xiao Yi's chest shrank suddenly, and he comforted casually: "No one forces you, you can choose what you want." ”

"I want it so much, this is what I want!" Jiang Shui couldn't wait, she turned her head to explain to her brother.

In the corner of Xiao Yi's eyes, a starlight flashed, and it disappeared quickly, "Jiang Shui, you have to pay a price for what you do!"

"Of course, say, what gift do you want this time?"

"Well, that's good, I'll teach you a Chinese sentence first, and if you learn it, it's a gift to me. ”

"It's so simple?" Jiang Shui's eyes widened, he couldn't believe it.

"It's not easy! A gentleman said, the horse is difficult to chase, you say it, you are not allowed to go back!"

Seeing his brother so serious, Jiang Shui happily stretched out his left hand, stuck out his tongue and said, "Come on, just write it in the palm of your hand!"

Xiao Yi bowed his body, randomly pulled out a Montblanc fountain pen from the pen holder on the table, and carefully wrote the words "I like you" by the faint light of the fireplace.

"Read with me, 'I, Joy, Joy, You'. ”

"I, happy, happy, you. Every time Jiang Shui reads a word, he has to sneak a glance at him, Xiao Yi's nose bridge is very straight, and the eyelashes are curved, reflecting on the straight nose root, which is very beautiful.

"But, can you tell me what that means?" Jiang Shui tilted his little brain, unable to hold back the curiosity in his heart.

"Well, keep it secret for now!"

"Hey, it's so unreasonable! It's good to teach me Chinese, why don't you tell me what it means, what kind of teaching is this!" Jiang Shui was angry, picked up the pillow on the velvet blanket and was about to smash it on Xiao Yi, the moment Xiao Yi suddenly dodged away, but he was fought back again, and his hand was already clasped with her. Just now, after he wrote the words "I like you" in Jiang Shui's palm, their hands were tightly crossed together.

Xiao Yi hit her chest, soft, Jiang Shui wore an off-white doll neck knit sweater today, her fine hair was on her forehead and behind her ears, lining off a delicate goose egg face, like a ceramic doll in the window. Xiao Yi picked up their clasped hands and kissed them affectionately. He couldn't keep her away from him anymore, even if it was such a distance, even if it was so close to the ground, even if he could feel each other's breathing, heartbeat and temperature, he was still not satisfied, he wanted more.

Yes, he wanted more.

The river in the cardamom years naturally understood his eyes, because this was also what she dreamed of. Every night she misses, she will think about the side of the wall, what he is doing, and who he is thinking about. And at this moment, he finally didn't have to suffer anymore, his lips and body were close in front of him, and they were within reach.

Xiao Yi's shoulders covered the fireplace fire, and his eyes were like two purple-black grapes, fresh and attractive, and the honey was rich. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist and pressed his soft lips against it. Love, intertwined, transmitted, fused in bodily fluids. Her slightly curly flaxen hair exudes a faint scent of lavender. Lavender used to be Xiao Yi's favorite, and Jiang Shui has fallen in love with lavender for him since then.

The Christmas song in the living room was still singing in self-absorption. I don't know when, Luo Ying has gone to the second floor with them, watching them step by step into the back of Xiao Yi's room, a trace of throbbing pain in her heart, there is always a point in time, the mistakes of life will inevitably appear, like a flood that bursts the embankment, and from then on, it was out of control. However, the moment she closed the door, she still stopped, she thought, let it be fate!

The chandelier in the room went on and on, on and on, and from time to time there was the sound of the laughter of young men and girls and the footsteps running all over the ground, and finally, after the night had completely darkened, she heard that there was silence inside, like the sound and light of the whole world, which had been sucked away forever by the black hole.

Luo Ying didn't know what to do, she slowly came to the living room downstairs, crossed her arms, and nestled in the corner of the sofa. Here, it is indeed a good place to watch the snow, and the scenery in the distance is naturally impossible to see, but in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, there is already a thick layer of snow, and I don't know what kind of world it will be when I get up early tomorrow morning. (To be continued.) )