Xia Xiwan is there.

She sat alone on a vine swing, with a white coat draped over her pink dress, and in the middle of the night, she was alone on the swing.

Lu Zixian walked over, draped the black cloak in his hand on Xia Xi's smooth fragrant shoulders, and his slender fingers flipped gracefully to tie her front belt.

Xia Xiwan looked back, shallow and shallow, "Zixian, why haven't you slept yet?" ”

Lu Zixian came to her side and sat on the swing beside her.

He had a book in his hand, "I haven't slept yet, I'm reading." ”

"What a good boy." Xia Xiwan smiled softly.

Lu Zixian elegantly superimposed two long legs, his long body leaned into the autumn thousands of miles, at nine o'clock in the evening, the bright moonlight and the dim light obliquely plated, lining his delicate and handsome face cold and graceful.

He took off his black cloak, wore a black turtleneck, and his shiny leather shoes were dotted on the lawn, and the swing swung up.

Xia Xiwan raised her little head and looked at the moonlight, and suddenly sighed, "Zixian, when did you say it would snow?" ”

It's late autumn and it's already cold, but it's still early for snow.

She suddenly wanted to see the snow.

Lu Zixian looked at Xia Xiwan's little face, "You want to see snow?" ”

--A small story of Lu Liu's daily story--

A man bumped into him and hit him with a full bosom.

Lu Sijue felt that soft hair brushed his face, with a cold girlish fragrance.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The person in his arms took a few steps back in time, rubbing his red white jade forehead with his little hand, and raised his palm-sized little face.

Lu Sijue saw her clearly, and Liu Yingluo's cold and stunning facial features broke into his sight fiercely.

It's her!

He thought she hadn't come, she was just late.

Liu Yingluo's eyes were sparkling and bright, "Mr. Lu, didn't hurt you, did you?" ”

Lu Sijue knew that she had deliberately bumped into his arms.

In fact, he knew that day at the temple that day, and she liked him.

"Yes." Xia Xiwan nodded, "However, I can't see snow this season." ”

Lu Zixian retracted his gaze and glanced forward lightly, Wu Wu had been guarding in front of him.

Touching this gaze, Wu Wu nodded, stepped aside, and dialed out a phone, "Hey, the master has an order, the whole city will be snowing tonight." ”

Two minutes later, Xia Xiwan felt a snowflake fall on her little face.

She paused, then slowly looked up, and above the sky, snowflakes fell one by one.

Her clear pupils shrank, and in disbelief, she quickly stretched out her little hand.

A snowflake fell on the palm of her hand.

"Oh my God, Zixian, look, it's snowing!" Xia Xiwan happily looked at Lu Zixian beside her.

At this time, Wu Wu stepped forward and handed over a black umbrella.

Lu Zixian's slender fingers personally took over the handle of the umbrella and slowly covered it above Xia Xiwan.

The black umbrella was covered above Xia Xiwan's head, and the snowflakes could not fall on her, but her small hands were still outstretched.

Lu Zixian slowly hooked his lips, and his voice was low and magnetic, and it overflowed with a faint pet, "Play less with snowflakes and be careful of catching a cold." ”

"Got it."

Looking at this light snow, so pure and holy, Xia Xiwan's heart was slowly soothed.

She smiled happily for the first time in a long time.

Although it's still a pity.

It would be nice if she could watch this snow with Mr. Lu, and she could also build a snowman for Mr. Lu and have a snowball fight.

Xia Xiwan felt sleepy, her delicate body leaned over, and gently leaned her little head on Lu Zixian's shoulder.