"Xie Bi'an, you're getting up!" was the first time I've called him to get up.

It's just that someone seems to be sleeping too hard, not only does he not move, but he sleeps more soundly and doesn't want to get up at all, and there is a stupid smile on his face from time to time. We Fan Wusu had seen it, so we had to go out of the room and sit down by the fire to keep warm.

He brought a basket of coals and a basket of sweet potatoes from the kitchen, and I stared at Qingyang while roasting the sweet potatoes, thinking about the Yaksha and the big black.

And he sat at the table, flipped through the books on aesthetics, and read them intently.

I pondered for a moment, but I still asked, "Daiko, will you be reluctant to stay in *** by Yaksha?"

He didn't answer immediately, his gaze slowly moved from the page to my face, and he looked at it for a few seconds, and said, "No. 」

I put down the tongs and patted the dust off my hands, "Seriously, I can't bear it, don't you really feel anything at all?"

He smiled and closed the book with his left hand, "You have something to say. There was nothing between me and the Yaksha in the beginning, and it is now. If he already has a choice, why should I interfere?"

"That being said, but I think he would be glad if you persuaded him to come back, or if you asked him. 」

The smile on Fan Wuxuan's face gradually disappeared, "When you say this, it only means that you don't know him yet. Forget it, this matter is in the past, and there is no need to mention it again. 」

When it came to my mouth, I didn't spit it out, but lowered my head and continued to pick up the tongs, stirring the red-hot coals in the furnace.

"Big Black, there's a small sweet potato that's been baked, do you want to eat it?"

Fan Wusu picked up the book and got up, "No need. After saying that, he walked to the door of the study, turned his head and said, "Although we are only here for Christmas, there will be activities in the square at the end of Cross Ghost Street. 」

After finishing speaking, I stared blankly at the door, Qingyang's little paws had already opened the sweet potatoes, and the room was filled with the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes.

"Mother, someone is shouting outside. 」

I relieved myself and looked at Qingyang suspiciously, "What did you just say?"

"Someone is shouting outside. 」

After hearing this, I pricked up my ears and heard that there was indeed a voice outside, but I couldn't really hear what was being shouted.

I went to open the door with Qingyang in my arms, and saw a monster with horns and a Christmas dress, with a moving nose, and even reached out to grab my hand and walked to the front of a tightly packed cardboard box. 」.

We looked at each other, and the point was that I didn't understand what he was talking about.

He didn't seem to see that I didn't understand, and his upper and lower lips quickly went up and down, one by one.

I made a stop gesture, and he saw it, took a breath and closed his mouth, looking at me with two big round eyes.

I asked Qingyang for help, and the little guy said, "Gooooo 」

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and his hands couldn't help clapping a few times, "Coo, cluck, cluck, croack." 」

Nearly five minutes later, Qingyang translated to me and said that the person who came was delivering a courier, he had just taken over the job, and his business ability was not skilled enough, and if it caused us trouble, he would correct it all, and strive to complete his work excellently in the future. As for the evaluation, the good and the bad, let us follow our own hearts.

With this sentence, how could I give a bad review.

The carton was filled with big, red, and beautiful apples.

Inside one of the boxes was a green apple-green card that read:

Zou Zhou, have you ever thought about me, an old lady? Thanks to the birds that migrated south, they brought apple seeds to my garden, and the boxes of big apples you received were all fruits from a tree, sweet and crisp, and my old lady had nothing else to send you, and I would bring you all my blessings on Christmas Eve.

Count for yourself, how long has it been since you came to see me?

Now you are the only one who can look forward to it.

Signature, Seven Milk

Milk.

"Mother, why are your eyes red?"

I covered half of my face, turned my head sideways, and said with a smile, "My eyes are a little itchy, it's fine. 」

"Mother, is it uncomfortable, I'll give you a huhuhu. 」

"Qingyang, can you help me go to the kitchen and get a knife and plates?"

The peeled apples have a strong sweetness, just like what Grandma Seven said, sweet and crunchy.

"Mother, it's delicious. 」

"Qingyang, do you like it?"

The little one took an apple out of the box with two paws, "I like it, I want to eat one." 」

Seeing that Qingyang likes it, I am very happy. This child, we usually don't eat much delicious food, it follows us, obviously when he is growing his body and needs to be supplied with various nutrients, he eats very simply, even monotonously.

He never said that he hated that food, and he ate whatever he was given. Sometimes he didn't have time to ask him if he was hungry, so he endured it himself, and he couldn't bear it, so he secretly ran to the nearest forest to eat leaves.

Qingyang is a good child, and I am not a qualified mother.

I peeled the apple, cut a "flower" and put it on the plate, and if I didn't say I could eat it, he would sit across from me with two eyes winking at me.

"This plate is all yours, eat it slowly, do you know?"

He nodded obediently, picked up the plate and began to eat.

He ate so deliciously that even Xie Bi'an in the room and Fan Wusu in the study came out.

The two of them and a tanuki were both eating apples, and after a while, someone called outside, and I ran out alone.

It turned out to be a group of guards and a few attendants under Enma, who brought three roasted turkeys, a red house made of gingerbread, a bottle of red wine, a large jar of cream ice cream, ten boxes of four raisin tarts, and three almond puddings.

After another quarter of an hour, Evening and Autumn brought a Christmas tree that had been laid out and placed with presents.

Thinking of Zhang Ke, I sent back three boxes of egg tarts, as well as a bottle of red wine that looked very good.

It was getting late, and the evening was coming, and the wind was cold, and the sky was a deep navy blue, with a few ink-colored clouds floating. A corner of the far sky is still printed with a pink halo.

We turned on all the lights in the house, and the old wooden table, which had never been covered with a tablecloth, was covered with a layer of pure white square cloth trimmed with gold wire.

A Christmas tree with small lanterns was placed at the entrance of the courtyard, and it seemed that only in this way would the tree be greener.

We sat around the table where the food was set and lit the red candle together. The candlelight is flickering, very beautiful.

"Ahem, ahem, didn't you say it's just Christmas?"

Fan Wuxu's face was stunned, and he looked at the Christmas tree outside the door, "I didn't expect it to change this year. 」

"Dahei, in fact, we all celebrate this festival here, but it is just combined with local customs. 」

I clapped my hands and applauded, "yes, fusion is our own, come, toast to the new festival of our own creation!"

Xie Bi'an: "What's the best thing to toast to drinking soju. 」

"What, do you mean to blame me for giving away the wine?"

Fan Wusu sneered, "Isn't it better for you two to stop?"

"Yes, yes, I won't say it. Come on, come on, let's toast. Xie Bi'an changed his words and smiled.

After drinking, it is time to start eating. Xie Bi'an is like a hungry wolf, gobbling up a turkey once he catches it.

"Don't eat so fast, chew slowly so that you can taste the taste of the food and help digestion. I was only halfway through what I said, and one of Xie Bi'an's chickens had already been killed in half, "Hey, you are not allowed to touch my one!"

"Why are you so stingy, you are so small and have a small stomach, I'll help you." 」

"You put it down, that's what I left for Qingyang, are you embarrassed to eat?"

This sentence finally has some effect.

Fan Wushu: "Yes,

Qingyang has suffered a lot with us, and it is not too much to eat more. 」

"Yes, Daikoku is right. 」

Xie Bi'an withdrew his hand embarrassedly, and smirked at Qingyang, "Your mother is really good to you. 」

"Xiaobai, I'll consider giving you something if I can't finish it. Qingyang said that he was eating almond pudding.

"Thank you so much. Xie Bi'an smiled bitterly.

After eating, it started to snow outside.

We threw snowballs as we ran around the precincts and made a wish on the Christmas tree.

"What wishes did you all make?" Xie asked.

Fan was helpless and speechless.

Qingyang looked up at me with a smile, turned his head to Xie Bi'an and said, "My wish is ---- not to tell Xiaobai. 」

"Hahaha. I laughed with Fan Wuxuan.

Xie Bi'an chased Qingyang around the yard for almost three laps before stopping.

"Mother, I'm a little unwell. Qingyang grabbed one of my hands and said.

I immediately crouched down, picked him up and ran into the hall.

"Daiko, what's wrong with Qingyang?"

"It's okay, it's just a bloated stomach, just give it a diet tablet. 」

After speaking, Xie Bi'an couldn't help laughing, "What am I talking about, a child, eating so many things will break your stomach." 」

"Why are you talking so nastyly, go away. 」

Drove Xie Bi'an away, Fan Wusu and then went out, Qingyang lay on the bed and held my hand tightly.

"Mother, I feel my body swelling with bang. 」

I touched his forehead and said, "Is there any discomfort there?"

He shook his head, "Mother, can you hold my hand until I fall asleep?"

"Uh-huh, I promise you. 」

"Qingyang? Qingyang?"

I hurriedly ran out of the room and called Xie Bi'an and Fan Wuxu.

"Look, how did Qingyang get bigger?"

Fan Wuxu checked it a few times, then turned around and told me, "He's fine. 」

Xie Bi'an: "Isn't it going to evolve?"

I sat back down in the chair next to the bed, and the small white claws that had been there were now doubled or more in size. It's not the little civet cat I used to be able to hug for a long time and not feel tired.

"Mother, mother. The voice is still the same, soft and glutinous.

Qingyang opened his eyes, "Mother. 」

"I'm here, how are you feeling now?"

"Uh-huh, I don't feel sick anymore. He sat up, "Mother, look, I'm strong. 」

"Yes, Qingyang has grown up. 」