It's snow again.

Float into the ground and turn into water.

And so on and so forth.

Festive red lanterns are hung on various trees.

Long Yu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and watched the snow scene in the night, and a large area of snow white came into his eyes.

Sheer.

Fine.

From the beginning of the destitute poverty to the current rich life, he feels that he has lived for a long time, as if he has not lived, and the part of his heart is always cold to the bone.

His mind was often in chaos.

In the middle of the night, he always woke up, cold sweat running down his forehead and soaking his lean back.

He is a man with incomplete memories.

This feeling of confusion could be alleviated at first, but as time passed, his heart became more and more uneasy, and he felt like he was going crazy.

He sighed faintly, then paced to Long Xing's room, gently turned on the light, and came to Long Xing's bed. The little guy had already slept soundly, his fair and delicate little face was as delicate as porcelain by the warm white light, Long Yu's eyebrows and eyes were soft, and he couldn't help but reach out and brush the hair on the boy's forehead.

The dragon star is his only spiritual sustenance.

It was the only person he knew of who was connected to his blood, the younger brother he wanted to protect with his life.

The little boy on the bed seemed to have woken up, he smacked his lips, and then rubbed his sleepy-eyed eyes and asked in a milky voice, "Brother... Aren't you sleeping yet? Not... Why don't you sleep with Xing'er, it's very warm in the quilt. ”

The little boy smiled and showed his little tiger teeth, and stretched out his little baby fat hand to pat his bed, which provoked a nice low laugh from the handsome man in front of him.

Long Yu laughed for a few seconds and then returned to his coldness.

"Brother asks you, how old are you?"

Long Xing frowned at his good-looking brows, pondered for a while, and then stretched out his two hands to compare the numbers, "Xing'er is already 11 years old this year!" My brother asked what this was for? ”

Long Yu flicked on his forehead, "You're so old, you can't sleep with your brother anymore, you know?" ”

Long Xing covered his forehead, which was bounced red by him, and pouted a little dissatisfied, "But... Brother... Xing'er just wants to sleep with you... I like my brother the most..."

Long Yu was stunned, only to see the little boy in front of him play Laipi, throw himself into his arms, and wrap his two arms around his Yueyao. He had no choice but to agree, and he couldn't hide the pampering in his eyebrows, "Okay." ”

"I promise you."

The little boy was so happy that he almost wanted to jump up like this, but was quickly held down by Long Yu's eyes.

"Well, lie down, don't catch a cold."

"Hmmm! Hurry up, brother. Come! Long Xing nodded frantically, and the dimples on his face trembled when he laughed.

Long Yu pinched his face, then took off his coat and entered the quilt, Long Xing lay down face to face with him, two small arms wrapped around one of Long Yu's arms.

The temperature on the little guy in front of him was relatively high, which relieved Long Yu's originally cold body temperature a little.

When Long Xing touched Long Yu, he couldn't help but shrink back, but he didn't hesitate, he tried to arch into the quilt, and his little foot touched Long Yu's foot.

"Haha." Long Xing smiled shyly.

Long Yu stroked his hair, looked at the ceiling calmly, but began to think about his life experience in his mind, and the intermittent memories could not be spliced, which made him a little frightened, and he didn't know what the future would be...