Shadow Bride

The autumn is getting deeper.

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

The delicate snowflakes are scattered like feathers from the sky, rendering this high-end villa area into a fairy tale world.

Xiao Han had never seen snow before when he lived in country F. When he saw it, he was overjoyed. He moved his short legs and sprinkled a circle of joy in the snow, and his face was red with cold.

Mother Gui was cooking soup in the kitchen, and Su Xingyu was sitting on the garden porch carefully wiping an old camera. This is something she likes to do after moving into this house. For a long day of silence, she can only find something to make it shine. Will not be overwhelmed by memories and sadness. The smell of food faintly came from the kitchen, and the children's happy playing in the garden. Su Xingyu was in a good mood today. He couldn't help but raise his camera to Xiao Han who was rolling in the snow, and briskly clicked on a photo. In the hands of her goddess-level photographer, Xiaohan's stupid and cute appearance is at a glance. She looked at the photo with a chuckle and thought, when Xiaohan grows up, she will think it is black history, right?

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

"Mom, Mom," he ran over, stretched out a pair of frozen hands to pull her, "play together."

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

The child’s small head came over to see that at such a young age, he still didn’t know what stupid cuteness is. Looking at himself in the photo who fell into a dog and chewed on the mud, he smiled brightly: "Mom took the photo so well. How many more photos should Xiaohan take? By the way, there is also Xiaoyue! Mom will also take a few more photos for Xiaoyue, OK? I ask him to come down and play!"

Su Xingyu said: "Okay. But Xiao Ju doesn't seem to like coming down to play."

The child's autism is very serious, and he can stay in his room all day without saying a word, and he won't even change his posture.

Su Xingyu once suspected that the child could not speak, but if Lu Shifeng had not vowed to guarantee that Xiao Ju would really call his father, she really suspected that there was a problem with the child's voice system.

Xiaohan was also a little bit distressed: "Xiaojun always likes to be stuffy in the room, but Uncle Lu and Guima both said that Xiaojun is doing this because of illness. I will take the snow up and show Xiaojun, OK? Maybe he will like it after watching it, and is willing to come down and play with me?"

The child calculated seriously.

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

I don't know why, Xiaohan is really close to Xiaojue, even if Xiaojue is usually numb and cold, Xiaohan will always think of him for the first time if he has something delicious and fun.

Su Xingyu sometimes thinks that Xiao Han is really a caring child. If his twin sister did not die, Xiao Han should be a good younger brother, right? That dead child is the same age as Xiaohan and Xiaoju...

Every time she thinks this way, she feels a little pain in her heart.

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

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

The child sat numbly among the piles of drawings, looking at one of them with a pair of godless eyes, as if looking at the distant void through the drawings, without focus.

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

Is it the vast starry sky? Or the mysterious and unspeakable particle motion?

Is the world so beautiful, so beautiful that he does not want to return to reality...?

"Xiaojun, Xiaojun!" Before a thought, Xiaohan ran up to Xiaojun with the bowl of snow, and showed him like a treasure, "It's snowing outside, isn't it beautiful?"

However, Xiao Ju didn't respond at all, his eyes still fell on that piece of nihilistic drawing.

Xiao Han is not discouraged. He has long been used to Xiao Ju's ignorance these days. He put the bowl of snow on the ground in front of Xiao Ju, and sat down on the ground himself, bowing his head and playing in front of Xiao Ju. "Hey, Xiaojun, look, I can pinch a little man with these snow..."

As the child said, he really squeezed it.

Still muttering in his mouth: "This villain is Xiao Jue, cold, just like Uncle Lu... This is Xiao Han..."

Su Xingyu looked at Xiao Han, who was having a great time, and couldn't help but sigh. Didn't his education fail too much? The child's hands-on ability can almost be a negative point. The snowman was squeezed in a mess by him, except for himself, who knew what the **** he was pinching?

Maybe Xiao Jue was impatient with his arguing, or Xiao Jue couldn't stand the crooked ball he pinched, and saw that Xiao Jue finally withdrew his eyes from the drawing, without any emotion. He took a colorful look. The crystal bowl at his feet, and the mess of snow in the crystal bowl.

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

Xiaohan blinked his eyes, hesitating whether to cry or not-he has learned how to behave now, knowing that Xiao Jue may not be bullying him when he destroys his things, he may be just playing with him, so whether you cry or not depends on the situation. , He will save a few tears when he can't get the benefits.

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

Or, the child who was so quiet and weird didn't have the concept of bullying at all.

He stretched out his hands to push away the scattered snow, and straightly spread it, paved, neatly, and spread a large area on the bedroom floor.

"Xiaojue, what are you doing?" Xiaohan blinked curiously, and got down to watch him play with Tan Xue.

His little head was too close, almost almost touching the edge of the snow, Xiao Ju unhappily stretched out his hand and pushed him, pushing his small palm directly onto Xiao Han's face.

"Oh!" Xiao Han was startled and cried.

Xiao Ju also seemed to be taken aback, and pulled her hand back like an electric shock, but quickly pushed him again.

Xiaohan looked at him aggrievedly: "You bully me."

Su Xingyu over there looked at the two children nervously. Although they usually get along well, they didn't fight before. She was really afraid of fighting again this time.

But Xiao Jue had no expression on her face, and she stretched out her hand to push his face again. Xiao Han just wanted to get out of the way, but Xiao Ju clamped his other cheek with his other hand, making Xiao Han unable to move.

"Uuuuu..." Xiao Han's face was clamped on both sides of Xiao Ju, 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 remained expressionless, but uttered a syllable monotonously, and her small hands clamped Xiao Han's face even harder.