Mo Ji burst out laughing, "Hehe, Xiaomeng, why are you so cute! I won't be so strict with you, you're still a baby." ”

"Ah...... Mr. Mo ...... "Mengluo blushed, lowered his head, and poked the rice in front of him with the tip of his chopsticks.

"Alright, let's eat, just kidding. I'm not a cold noodle machine, of course I'll talk and laugh, not to mention that it's time to get off work, I hope I didn't scare you. Let's eat. After Mo Ji finished speaking, he sandwiched a piece of pork belly and put it into Mengluo's bowl. This is a plate of rice noodle meat, fragrant and glutinous texture and taste, which is exactly what Mengluo likes.

"Do you like it? ”

"yes, I like it!"

"Great, looks like we can get a piece. Do you eat pig's feet? Foie gras?"

"Eat~ I eat everything! As long as it's delicious, I'll eat it, I don't pick!"

"That's great, tomorrow at noon, I'll take you to eat jumping frogs and shrimp. ”

"Hmm. Mengluo agreed, and a rose smiled in his eyes.

Why did Mo Ji suddenly treat her so well? Could it be that Mo Jiji's mind about her began to change...... Mengluo couldn't figure it out, only such a reason could explain Mo Jiji's strange behavior. Dream falls into the heart, of course, I am very much looking forward to it. Even, she hopes that Mo will have more intense feelings for her, so that the relationship between him and his current girlfriend can end soon.

This lunch made Mengluo's heart throb uncalmly again.

Back in the office, she made a cup of coffee for Mo and herself. Both of them like to drink coffee, Mengluo likes the original taste without adding anything, and Mo Ji likes the American style with less sugar and less milk.

One person had a drink, sitting in the office, looking out the window at the gray sky, it seemed to be much darker than in the morning.

Colleagues are basically here, it's not yet time to go to work, and it's a little noisy.

In Mo Jiji's office, it was quiet, only the sound of swallowing coffee.

At half past one in the afternoon, the noise outside gradually became quiet.

This afternoon, Mengluo always felt that the atmosphere was strange. Between her and Mo Jiji, it is not like talking and laughing like eating at noon. Mo Ji regained his serious face and was busy at his desk seriously. Although it was the same as in the morning, I occasionally glanced at the dream road, but the look in my eyes was faintly different from the morning. A little more tenderness, a little more watery feeling.

It's not clear whether it's real or her delusion. She didn't dare to respond or question anything. She was afraid that any move she made would break the current pattern.

was watching Mo Ji's dream fall in a daze, when he suddenly heard his colleagues outside agitated again.

She listened carefully, and it turned out that her colleagues were saying: It's snowing.

Yumeluo turned his head and glanced at the office window.

Goose feather-like snowflakes flutter in the air. There was no wind, and large snowflakes were slowly falling. Not in a hurry, not impatient, back and forth.

"Mr. Mo, look, it's snowing......" whole book

Mo Ji stopped the pen in his hand, and looked out the window together as the dream fell.

"What a big snowflake...... "Mo Ji sighed.

"Mr. Mo, have you ever heard of the legend of snowflakes?"

"What legend?

"Shall I tell you about it, and will it affect your work?"

"No, I'm just going to take a break. Little dream, go make us two cups of coffee, and then we'll drink coffee while I listen to your story, okay?"

"Hmm. Mengluo smiled, exited Mo Jiji's office, made two cups of coffee, and brought them. handed him the cup that belonged to Mo Organic.

Mo Ji hugged the coffee cup and sat on the sofa on the side.

Mengluo sat on his side, she took a slow sip of warm coffee, and began to tell Mo Ji a story.

"It's a very old story, passed down from generation to generation, a long, long, long time ago. At that time, people were very poor, they couldn't eat enough and didn't have enough clothing, and they were very, very pitiful. In winter, it was very cold, and the north wind was blowing wildly on the houses made of broken straw by the poor people, crumbling and blowing in the wind on all sides. People don't have warm clothes to cover their bodies, plus they don't have enough food to keep them strong. Every winter, countless people starve to death and freeze to death on the streets...... Especially small children. Until...... One day, a god in the sky, she passed by......"

Mo Ji looked at Mengluo's eyes very seriously, listening to Mengluo's eloquent words......

This fairy is none other than the Snow Maiden in charge of the snow in the sky. She has a kind heart and a great love. When she came to the world and saw that people were so miserable, she felt pity and wanted to help people in the world to live a good life, so that they would no longer suffer from poverty and hunger, and she wanted to keep people fed and clothed.

So, late one night in the cold winter, she took advantage of the fact that everyone was asleep, and a north wind blew. Soon, this northerly wind, mixed with snowflakes, fell from the sky. The snow fell silently, and this night, in people's sleep, the Snow Girl snowed heavily all night.

In the morning, the sky began to clear. The sun is on a blue background, ruddy and beautiful. At that time, the sun was not as dazzling as it is now!

When the first person to get up in the morning opened the door of the house and walked out, what he saw was the same white as after the heavy snow in the usual winter.

This is a man in his 40s who has six children to raise, and his life is very, very difficult. Every day, I have to go up the mountain to chop firewood, and then take it to the market to sell it for some simple food, and come back to barely eat.

This morning, as always, he looked at the thick snow on the ground at the door, and complained: "God, it is already difficult to live on such a cold day, and you still have to make it snowing so hard for us poor people, so how can I go to the mountains to cut wood? God, can't you have mercy on us poor people and be kind to us......" The man burst into tears.

He squatted on the ground in some frustration and wiped the tears from his face with his dry and rough hands. He grabbed a handful of snow from the ground and stuffed it into his mouth. Usually, when it snows, I will eat a few bites, so that I can feel that I can fill my stomach, but in fact, it is just my own psychological suggestion.

This time, the woodcutter did the same, shoving a large handful of snow into his mouth. He felt the cold snow melt in his mouth...... However, he froze......

It's not snow, it's flour!

The woodcutter didn't believe it, spit out the raw flour in his mouth, grabbed a handful of snow from the ground with his hand again, and stuffed it into his mouth again.

That's right, it's a ball of raw flour! The woodcutter was so excited that he lay on the ground and watched, and the snow around him was all flour!