Autumn is getting deeper.

In the blink of an eye, the first snow of early winter was ushered in.

Delicate snowflakes scatter like feathers from the sky, rendering this high-end villa area into a fairytale world.

Xiao Han had never seen snow when he lived in country F before, and when he saw it at first glance, he was very happy, and he moved his little short legs to sprinkle a circle of joy in the snow, and his little face was red from the cold.

Gui's mother was stewing soup in the kitchen, and Su Xingyu was sitting under the garden porch carefully wiping an old camera, which was one of the things she liked to do after moving into this house. The smell of food was faintly coming from the kitchen, and the garden was the sound of children playing happily, Su Xingyu was in a good mood today, and couldn't help but raise the camera to point at Xiao Han, who was rolling in the snow, and briskly pressed a photo. In the hands of her, a goddess-level photography master, Xiao Han's stupid and cute appearance can be seen at a glance, she looked at the photo and chuckled and thought, when Xiao Han grows up, she will definitely think it is black history, right?

Over there, although Xiao Han was playful, he keenly noticed that his mother was filming him.

"Mommy," he stumbled over and stretched out a pair of small hands frozen in ice and snow to pull her, "play together." ”

"You play, mom takes pictures of you." Su Xingyu smiled and shook the camera in his hand.

The child's small head came over to see, at such a young age, he didn't know what stupid cuteness was, and he looked at himself who fell into the mud in the photo and smiled brightly: "Mom took a really good picture, can I take a few more pictures of Xiaohan?" By the way, there is also Xiao Jue! Is it okay for mom to take a few photos of Xiao Jue too? I told him to come down and play! ”

Su Xingyu said, "Okay." But Xiao Jue doesn't seem to like coming down to play. ”

The child's autism was so severe that he could stay in his room all day without saying a word, and he wouldn't even change his position.

Su Xingyu once suspected that the child couldn't speak, if it weren't for Lu Shifeng's promise that Xiao Jue would really call her father, she really suspected that the child's vocal system also had a problem.

Xiao Han was also a little distressed: "Xiao Jue always likes to be stuffy in the room, but Uncle Lu and Gui's mother both said that Xiao Jue is like this because she is sick." Shall I pick up the snow for Xiao Jue? Maybe he'll like it and come down and play with me? ”

The child calculates earnestly.

Su Xingyu sighed in his heart and said to the child, "Then you try?" ”

I don't know why, Xiao Han is really close to Xiao Jue, even if Xiao Jue usually behaves numb and cold, Xiao Han will always think of him for the first time if he has anything delicious and fun.

Su Xingyu sometimes thinks that Xiao Han is really a very caring child, if his twin sister didn't die, Xiao Han should be a good brother, right? The dead child is the same age as Xiao Han and Xiao Jue......

Every time she thought about it, her heart ached slightly.

She put down the camera in her hand, went to the kitchen with Xiao Han to get a crystal bowl, squatted in the garden and held a bowl full of clean snow, and went upstairs towards Xiao Jue's room.

Xiao Jue's room was as dark as ever, plastered with difficult drawings on all sides.

The child sat numbly in the middle of a pile of drawings, staring at one of them with blank eyes, as if looking through the drawings into the distant void, his gaze unfocused.

Su Xingyu sometimes thinks, I don't know what Xiao Jue is thinking? What did he see in those drawings?

Is it the vast starry sky? Or is it the mysterious and unspeakable motion of particles?

Is that the world too beautiful, so beautiful that he doesn't want to return to reality......?

"Xiao Jue, Xiao Jue!" Before he could think about it, Xiao Han had already run to Xiao Jue with the bowl of snow in his hand, and showed him like a treasure, "It's snowing outside, isn't it beautiful?" ”

However, Xiao Jue didn't react at all, and his eyes still fell on the empty drawing.

Xiao Han was not discouraged, he had long been accustomed to Xiao Jue's ignorance these days. He put the bowl of snow on the ground in front of Xiao Jue, and he also sat down on the ground, bowing his head and playing in front of Xiao Jue. "Na, Xiao Jue, look, I can use these snow to pinch a villain......"

As the child spoke, he really started pinching it.

His mouth was still muttering: "This villain is Xiao Jue, cold, just like Uncle Lu...... This is Xiao Han......"

Su Xingyu looked at Xiao Han, who was having a lot of fun, and couldn't help but sigh, thinking that his education was too much of a failure? This kid's hands-on ability can be scored negatively. The snowman was pinched by him, and who would recognize what the hell he was pinching except himself?

Maybe Xiao Jue was impatient with his noise, or maybe Xiao Jue couldn't stand the crooked mess he pinched, but Xiao Jue finally withdrew his gaze from the drawings without any emotion. He glanced at the crystal bowl at his feet, and the mess of snow in the crystal bowl.

With a wave of his hand, he directly overturned the bowl.

Xiao Han blinked his eyes, hesitating whether to cry or not - he is now learning to be well-behaved, and he knows that Xiao Jue may not be bullying him when he destroys his things, he may just be playing with him, so whether to cry or not depends on the situation, and he will save a few tears when he can't get benefits.

Sure enough, Xiao Jue over there wasn't bullying him at all.

Or maybe the eerily quiet kid didn't have the concept of bullying at all.

He stretched out his hand to push the scattered snow away, and spread it straight and neatly, and laid it out in a large patch on the bedroom floor.

"Xiao Jue, what are you doing?" Xiao Han blinked curiously and leaned down to watch him fiddle with the snow.

His little head was so close that it was almost attached to the edge of the snow, Xiao Jue unhappily reached out and pushed him, and the small palm pushed directly to Xiao Han's face.

"Oops!" Xiao Han was startled and screamed.

Xiao Jue seemed to be startled, and pulled his hand back as if he was electrocuted, but soon, he pushed him again.

Xiao Han looked at him aggrievedly: "You bullied me." ”

Su Xingyu over there looked at the two children a little nervously, although they usually get along well, but it is not that they have never fought, she is really afraid that this time they will fight again.

And Xiao Jue was expressionless, and reached out to push his face again, Xiao Han just wanted to dodge, but Xiao Jue clamped his other cheek with his other hand, making Xiao Han unable to move.

"Woo woo woo ......" Xiao Han's face was caught by Xiao Jue on both sides, and he made a slurred voice.

Su Xingyu took two steps forward and asked the child as gently as possible: "Xiao Jue, what are you doing?" ”

"Cold, cold, cold." Xiao Jue was still expressionless, but he uttered a syllable monotonously, and a pair of small hands clamped Xiao Han's face harder.