The snow covered the road, tonight was the day of the New Year, every house was lit up with warm and bright lights, Lu Xiaofeng looked at it, and he was a little distracted for a moment.

His eyes reflected the glow of the lamp deeply and clearly, and even his whole face softened.

He looked at it for a while and then withdrew his gaze, the smile on the corner of his mouth was a little bitter, but it was extremely faint and fleeting.

He clutched the red bill in his hand tightly, and after a moment of thought, he walked over to a grocery vendor who had not yet had a stall and bought a few small packs of fireworks sticks with his change.

After doing this, he stepped on the road home step by step on the heavy snow, and there were no pedestrians on the street, let alone taxis.

It was cold, and snowflakes flowed across his black hair, down his facial lines and down his neck.

He shivered with cold, reached out and gathered his barely warm jacket, and wandered lonely in the night snow.

When he got to the door, he fumbled the key out of his pocket and twisted the door open, changed his shoes and closed it again.

All movements were made extremely gently, and he exhaled softly, reaching out to turn on the light in the living room.

The structure of the room was rudimentary, and the roof was still a little leaking, so he frowned, then pulled out the tools he needed from the small box on the TV cabinet, and lightly moved a chair, and the whole person stepped on it and stood on it.

He couldn't wake up his sister, who was still asleep.

So everything should be as inaudible as possible.

When the snow stopped leaking in that area, he was relieved, put the tools he had just taken back in place, and he stepped on his slippers and went into the bathroom to take a hot shower.

When he came out, he slowed down, slowly came to a door, opened the door and quietly looked inside, who knew that the door had just opened a little crack, and a small figure quickly drilled out of it and threw himself into his arms.

"Brother!"

It was the voice of the little girl's joy.

"Yuanyuan, I'm back."

Lu Xiaofeng held her in his arms, then reached out and turned on the light in the room, his eyes touched the little girl's snow-white hair again, and his eyes dimmed.

Lu Yuanyuan smiled innocently and brightly, if anyone was here, they would definitely be surprised that this little girl not only had white hair, but also her eyebrows, eyelashes, and pupils were white!

Lu Xiaofeng's expression was sad for a moment, so fast that Lu Yuanyuan, who was close at hand, didn't have time to catch it, she looked at the somewhat old clock, and asked the doubts in her heart: "Brother, why did you come home so late these days?" It's really scary to be alone at home..."

Listening to the little girl's somewhat sad tone, Lu Xiaofeng gently buried her head in the crook of his arm.

He stretched out his hand to caress Lu Yuanyuan's snow-white hair, and said in a soft tone: "Yuanyuan, when my brother is busy with things in the past few days, he will always be at home with you, okay?" ”

"That's what you said! Don't be laipi! ”

Lu Yuanyuan nodded without thinking about it.

Lu Xiaofeng rubbed the little girl's white hair again, and the pure color deeply stabbed his eyes.

He once had a happy home, a family of four, a father, a mother, him and his sister Yuanyuan.

But the years will also ruthlessly take away this temporary beauty, when he was eight years old, his father died in a car accident. That day, it was the day of her mother's birth, she was grief-stricken, she reluctantly gave birth to her daughter, but her body has since fallen ill, and the young Lu Xiaofeng has been trying her best to take care of her, but he can't save everything, he knows that his mother has died since his father died, and finally went with him one night...