Yagami didn't know that he had a problem with talking in his dreams, and he talked about it with emotion. This defect caused great distress to Shiro and Kimimaro, who were in the same room as Yagamiki.

For example, now, Yagamiki's mouth spat out a string of words that Bai didn't understand, but in terms of tone, he was quite excited, "Ah, damn the anime group." An infinite month of reading, how many dreams are you going to drag, festival!" (Chinese)

Yakamiki's dream talk occurs periodically, and once it occurs, it is out of control. Shiro gave up his futile attempt to cover his ears and stood up to leave the room. Just as Shiro lifted the quilt and was about to leave, he heard a sparse sound from the other side of Yagami, and Kimimaro was doing the same thing as him.

Jun Maro turned over and saw Shiro staring at him.

"Are you together?" Jun Maro invited, although his face was expressionless, anyone could hear his expectation.

"Let's do it together. Shiro sighed, then said with a smile, smiling by Yagamiki's side had almost become his habit. He relied on this to hide his mixed emotions about Yagamiki.

Jun Maro slowly got up and carefully arranged the quilt.

"Let's go. ”

In this way, the two accompanied each other, walked through the not very long aisle, passing by a dim light. It wasn't until they reached the courtyard that they sat down.

There are cold stones under your feet, a misty mist in front of you, and a moon hanging in the sky hidden behind the fog, surrounded by a colorful moon halo.

Kimimaro is not strictly a silent person, and when he is lonely, he always grabs someone and says a lot. He tilted his head to look at Bai at this time, and he was looking up at the moon. Jun Maro felt that his white eyes were better than the moon, and he felt a wonderful feeling, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Jun Maro felt very close to Bai at all times, and he thought Shiro felt the same way, because they were the same kind of people, and they were equally hungry for the meaning of existence.

Jun Maro felt that he should distance himself from Shiro and make friends with Shiro. So he spoke a little shyly.

"Bai Jun, what about the man with the big knife with you at that time?" As soon as the words came out, Jun Malu knew that he had said the wrong thing. Bai looked up at the moonlight, although his expression did not change, but in the pupils that reflected the moonlight, there was an emotion that Jun Ma Lu felt deeply, and that emotion was called loneliness.

The wind stirred up the mist, and the long white hair floated in the mist, as soft as the night.

Jun Maro didn't speak again, and everything fell into a comfortable silence. I don't know how long it took, Bai turned his head sideways, and showed a clean smile to Jun Maro. The smile was hidden in the mist, a little illusory in the moonlight.

"Jun Mario, are you interested in hearing my story? Bai's voice was very soft, and it drifted to Jun Malu's ears in the mist, and before Jun Ma Lu could react, he continued to talk to himself.

Shiro's voice was very good, and as he listened to the story, he felt that the white mist in front of him had gradually turned into heavy snow, and he followed the story to a village where it snowed all year round.

At the edge of the village, near the forest, there is a family. A very ordinary family, a family of three, the husband is a well-known country doctor, and the wife is also a very ordinary housewife, they have a child, and their life is plain, but happy.

The husband and wife named the child Bai, hoping that the child would be as pure and immaculate as snow.

Young Shiro liked two things the most, one was that his father took him to town, where he could see many new things, many children like him. Shiro didn't understand why their family lived in the corner, why they didn't move to the city, so that he would have many friends like him.

The other is talking to a cute little snowman outside his house, whom he named Shirayuki, his only friend. Every day, Bai will take care of Bai Xue's body and tell Bai Xue all his troubles and secrets.

I remember the longest time I said it, that is, Bai Yang begged his parents to move to the village to live, but his parents disagreed, and Bai cried to Bai Xue and said for a long, long time.

Because Bai's father was a well-known doctor, he often went out to see a doctor, and sometimes people invited him to go to a far away village to see a doctor.

And Bai's father would always bring back some small gifts to Bai whenever he went out.

That day, the wind and snow were very strong, and Shiro looked out the window expectantly, waiting for his father to return. Bai's father went out to see a doctor, this time in a nearby town.

Bai's mother was cooking in the kitchen, and a pot of mushroom-scented soup was boiling in a casserole next to her, gurgling. The mushrooms were brought back by Bai's father, and there are no conditions for the mushrooms to survive in this village where it snows all year round. The soup was prepared for the returning husband, and every time the husband went out, Bai's mother would boil a pot of soup to remove the cold for the returning husband.

"White, help mom bring the garlic. The gentle woman beside the stove said, she stir-fried the vegetables, and for a moment she couldn't leave her hands.

Bai left the window, took out a piece of garlic from the side of the rice bowl and handed it to his mother.

"Here, Mom. It smells so good!" Shiro swallowed as he looked at the soup in the casserole with his eyes open.

"Alright, White. You'll have to wait a little bit before you can drink the soup. The woman gently patted Bai's head with her hand. On the other side, a slender finger hand skillfully peeled off the skin of the garlic and peeled off two halves of garlic cloves as smooth as jade. The garlic cloves fall into the pot and combine with other ingredients at a temperature to give off a strong aroma.

Tweet ~ Tweet ~ The white stomach couldn't help but scream.

"Get out of the way, and be careful of burns. The woman said softly. The woman picked up the pot in one hand, poured the dishes into the prepared plates, picked up the plates and brought them to the table, and stayed with the other dishes.

"It's really an uncommon snowstorm, my husband hasn't come back yet. At the dinner table, the woman couldn't help but look out the window worriedly, and after not seeing the expected figure, she turned back to the stove, she still had soup to cook.

Bai trotted to the window again, and only when everyone was together could he eat, which was a habit at home. Shiro leaned his little face closer to the window, and the exhaled white mist formed a small wet stain on the glass. Blinking, he was looking forward to his father coming home soon.

In the snow, he gradually saw several figures who were trekking hard, one of them was wearing a familiar white trench coat, wearing a hat that Bai had chosen for him, and a towel around his neck that his mother had given him.

Shiro rubbed his eyes.

"Mom, Dad is back! Bai shouted excitedly by the window.

"Ahh Let's have a few more bowls of noodles, that's all. The woman smiled and turned to find the noodles to cook.

Tuk, tuk, tuk a few knocks at the door.

Shiro ran to the door and couldn't wait to open it.

"You're back!

The man in front of the door bent down, picked up Shiro, and ripped off the scarf that covered half of his face with one hand. He had a hideous scar on his chin that went down to his neck, and he was laughing.

"I'm not your father, sweet little girl!"

Is it because of the cold, Jun Maro saw that Shiro had stopped his story, and he was shivering with his hands on his knees.