"Wait."

Yun Ze grabbed Su Mo'er.

Su Mo'er was anxious: "What's wrong?" ”

"Aren't you afraid that the other party is touching porcelain?"

There were many passers-by on the road, but they all just glanced at each other and left with a frown, afraid of getting themselves into trouble.

"So what!"

Su Mo'er shook off Yun Ze's hand and hurriedly helped the old man up and leaned aside.

Yun Ze smiled faintly, and smiled very gently.

He also went over to help, checked the old man, but passed out in a coma, nothing serious, and then used his aura to help the old man recover.

"Why don't you care even if the other party touches porcelain."

Yun Ze was puzzled, in this winter, an old man fell to the ground, many people will doubt it.

Su Mo'er first said arrogantly as a joke: "My family has money, so I don't care about this." ”

Then bowed his head slightly: "If it is really touching porcelain, in such a cold winter, he is also very hard, there must be something unspeakable." ”

"And if it doesn't, I can't die without help!"

Yun Ze's eyes froze slightly, and the corners of his mouth raised.

"So if it were you, wouldn't you save it?"

Yun Ze shook his head: "No, I will." ”

Someone once saved Yun Ze's brothers and sisters at the most critical time, so Yun Ze can feel that kind of feeling, and he will definitely do his best to help others.

"But what if the other party touches porcelain?"

"Have you forgotten that I am a cultivator?" Yun Ze smiled slightly, dare to touch me, I will let you experience the beating of society!

"Ahem."

At this time the old man woke up.

"Are you alright?" Su Mo'er patted the old man on the back and asked with concern.

"Thank you, thank you. Ahem. The old man looked at Yun Ze and Su Mo'er gratefully.

The old man took out a small box in his arms and sighed, "It's a pity that it was flattened." ”

"What is this?" Su Mo'er looked at the small box in the old man's hand.

"Alas, my grandson was clamoring for cake, so I came out to buy a small box, but I didn't expect to slip on the road."

The old man leaned against the wall and tried to get himself up, but Yun Ze and Su Mo'er reached out to help.

"Thank you, I'll go to the supermarket again."

When the old man was about to leave, Su Mo'er gave the box of small cakes given by the supermarket to the old man.

"You can take this, and then we'll send you back."

The old man was stunned for a moment, then patted his chest and smiled: "No need, I didn't ......"

Then I heard a click and twisted to my waist.

Yun Ze: "......"

Su Moer: "......"

So in the end, the old man thanked Yun Ze and Su Mo'er again, and returned home safely under their escort.

On the other side, Su Xiaohan took Yunmeng to visit the courtyard, where there was a tall Christmas tree with cards hanging on it.

Su Xiaohan explained that it was their wish to write.

They came to the pool, and the squirted swan had become an ice sculpture.

"Sister Yun, do you know the legend of [White Dream]?"

Yun dreamed for a while, shook his head and said he didn't know.

"I heard that on Christmas Eve, if you write your wish on a snowy white bridge, your dreams can come true."

Su Xiaohan said as he led Yunmeng forward, "So I asked people to build a small bridge here." ”

Yun Meng looked over carefully, and there was indeed a small bridge on this small pool.

"Sister Yun, let's write down our wishes together." Su Xiaohan's shining eyes looked at Yun Meng.

Yun Meng smiled back, "Hmm. ”

So the two of them each wrote down their wishes:

I hope to be with my brother forever.

I hope Dad can come home sooner.