She stared at the stuffed rabbit that had been sewn up, and suddenly poked its white chubby face with her fingertips.

This rabbit squinted his eyes, and he looked like a goblin, and he actually had the taste of a big demon king.

The little girl thought and sneered.

She came to the side of the small couch and lifted the futon, but saw that in the snow-white cotton mattress, there was a brass carved soup woman.

It was filled with hot water to warm the bed.

Approximately, it was prepared for her by the Great Demon King.

She lay in, and a pair of eyes quietly aimed at Xiao Tingchen.

He is good-looking, with red lips and white teeth, and a pair of peach blossom eyes that seem to be enveloped in smoke and rain across the river, and he is always a little more affectionate than others.

She could see God, and she didn't know when she fell asleep.

Outside, the north wind was howling.

Xiao Tingchen read the book and saw Su Jiu falling asleep on his stomach, with a small hand still on the edge of the small couch, and the sleeves of his bedtime were half pulled, revealing half of his thin white wrists.

He stepped forward and touched the little hand.

It's a little cold from the cold.

He shoved her hands into the bed and turned her over again.

He scraped the tip of her nose and said softly, "My sister is so ugly, even the sleeping position is so ugly." In the winter, if your hands are frozen and damaged, what should you do? ”

The little girl was disturbed by him, and pouted in her dream in displeasure.

Xiao Tingchen stared at her still immature face, didn't know what she was thinking, and added, "I don't feel sorry for you, but I'm afraid that your hands will freeze and no one will do my laundry and cook." ”

Su Jiu couldn't hear his chatter, turned over, and continued to sleep towards the wall.

Xiao Tingchen tucked the corners of the quilt for her and blew out the lights in the house.

The winter night is long, the stove is burning in the house, and there is a soup woman in the thick quilt.

As far as Su wine is concerned, such a warm winter has never been there since his mother left.

She slept soundly.

This peace of mind,

It's my hometown.

……

The north wind blew all night.

When Su Jiu got up early in the morning, he saw that a layer of fallen leaves had accumulated in the courtyard, and a few chrysanthemums in the corner were completely withered and yellowed, looking sluggish and unenergetic.

When she went to the kitchenette to make breakfast, she noticed that the plum blossoms by the pond were still not blooming.

Not even half a flower bone.

It's a strange thing.

Thinking so, she had fed the flower hens and was about to make a fire, but her hands felt a little itchy.

She couldn't help but rub it, and secretly said that in previous years, her hands would be frozen in winter, and she was used to freezing, and this year was no exception.

When your hands are frozen, your fingers will itch at first, and when you itch and itch, you can see that your slender fingers are slowly swollen and red, like carrots.

It's not much of a hindrance to doing things, but chilblains can be very itchy, the kind of itch that penetrates the heart, and people can't help but scratch and pick it.

If you pick out the chilblains, you will have to bear it again.

Su Jiu thought about it, and after being scared for a while, he hurriedly lit a fire in the stove hole, and put his hands together to roast carefully.

During breakfast, Xiao Tingchen was drinking soup, and he saw his little girl rubbing her hands from time to time.

"What's wrong with the hand?"

He asked faintly.

"It's like chilblains—"

Before the girl's words fell, a heart-rending scolding suddenly sounded outside:

"Xiao Huaijin, you black-hearted seed, you thief and bird, Lao Tzu comes to your wall every day to squat, and I don't see Xiaojiu every day! Where the hell did you hide your little wine?! Lao Tzu wants to talk to Xiaojiu! Xiaojiu, you come out, you come out quickly! ”

In the small kitchen, the master and servant were speechless.

Since Xie Rongjing demolished and rebuilt the wall, he has squatted on the wall every morning and night, and sometimes even squatted on the wall with a rice bowl while eating and scolding, as if he did not see the momentum of Su Jiu's unstoppable spirit.

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Good night,