Christmas

Arriving at Yao Xiangxin's house in the evening, they received a warm welcome, which made Xia Yao feel a little embarrassed.

"Uncle and aunt, you don't have to trouble yourself, just eat whatever you want."

"Hehe, it's okay. There have been no guests at home for a long time. Auntie is happy that you are here today. I will have a good taste of Auntie's craftsmanship in a while."

Yao Xiangxin patted Xia Yao on the shoulder with a smile on his face, and walked into the kitchen.

Xia Yao touched his nose, so he had to go back to the living room to watch TV. Wang Guozhu was also in the living room, and when he saw Xia Yao coming, he greeted him warmly

"Come, come, Xiao Yao, come over to me."

Wang Guozhu moved his body to make room for Xia Yao to sit.

In Xia Yao's memory, Wang Guozhu has always been a very hearty big man, but now not only his hair is gray, but also the wrinkles on his face have increased a lot, which is not at all like what he should have at his age. It is conceivable to lose How hard it was for him to lose his only daughter

Big.

"Oh, I haven't seen Xiaoyao for so many years, and he has grown into a handsome boy. He is much more energetic than when he was a child. I remember that when you were young, you were like a little bean sprouts, so small."

Listening to Wang Guozhu talking about his childhood, Xia Yao was still a little shy.

Xia Yao's height is 179, although he is not tall, he is not short either. He weighs 120 catties and looks a little thin.

And Xia Yao looks like his mother, a typical Jiangnan handsome boy, Xia Yao has always been dissatisfied with his appearance, he feels like a little boy, so Xia Yao has done sunbathing and other things to try to get bronze, but the sky is not good enough Wish, until the skin peels off in the sun, it will become whiter after peeling off the skin, Xia Yao doesn't know how long he has complained.

But although Xia Yao is thin, he is by no means the kind of weak-handed chicken. He is a basketball player in the school, and his figure is definitely not boastful. The only thing that made Xia Yao feel a little relieved.

After dinner, Xia Yao wandered around the house.

The house is very clean. It seems that Yao Xiuchun cleans it often, and the layout is very simple, but it still makes people feel very warm.There is a small cubicle next to the kitchen. Xia Yao walked over curiously, and a photo came into Xia Yao's eyes first. The girl in the photo is very beautiful, smiling very cheerfully, with a smile on her lips. Two small dimples look cute.

Xia Yao burnt three sticks of incense silently, life and death always make people a little helpless, she is still a young girl in her prime, she should enjoy a beautiful life.

"Xiao Yao, the room is ready for you..."

Yao Xiangxin, who was ready to come out of the room, saw Xia Yao standing silently in front of Xiaojie's memorial tablet, subconsciously stopped talking, walked to Xia Yao's side and also looked at Xiaojie's photo, his eyes were full of self-blame and nostalgia.

"I should have known that I shouldn't have forced Xiaojie to enter the Conservatory of Music. She has always liked painting, so I should have supported... woo woo..."

While talking, Yao Xiangxin started to cry again, Xia Yao was at a loss and didn't know what to do, just at this time Wang Guozhu had already cleaned up the kitchen and came to take Yao Xiuchun back to the room.

"Xiao Yao, your room is that one, and the family is small, so I have wronged you."

Before leaving, Wang Guozhu carefully pointed out Xia Yao's room.

"Well, good night, uncle and aunt."

"Good night."

Xia Yao didn't leave until he watched them enter the room and close the door.

This house is really small with two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom. Wang Guozhu lives in the master bedroom, so the remaining room must be Xiaojie's room.

Xia stretched out his hand and pushed open the door with a pink rabbit hanging on it. As soon as he walked in, he was stunned by the pink color of the room.

Pink bed, pink desk, pink wardrobe, pink curtains, even the floor is pink.

The corners of Xia Yao's mouth twitched a few times, a little ashamed, how much he likes pink...

Looking at the pink princess bed, and imagining how she would sleep on it, Xia Yao suddenly felt chilly.

Xia Yao still didn't have the courage to sleep on it, so he came to the bookcase and took out a book to read, but just as he opened it, another photo fell out of the book, Xia Yao bent down to pick it up, it was a group photo, In the photo, Xiaojie is hugging a boy's neck, smiling brightly, and flipping to the other side, it is a cute girly font.

My dear, you promised to be forever~

——August 2010, 8 No matter how beautiful a dream is, it will be broken.

Xia Yao silently put the photo back into the book and inserted it into the bookshelf, turned around and sat on the chair, a faint cherry smell filled the tip of his nose.Xia Yao suddenly thought that a girl of this age is already juicy, gorgeous, and tender, but no matter how beautiful she is, she will die young.

In the middle of the night, Xia Yao woke up from the cold and fell asleep for some reason.Rubbing his sore neck and sitting up, he took out his phone to check the time. It was already past 1 in the morning. Xia Yao put the phone back in his pocket and stretched comfortably.

Subconsciously turned his head to look out of the window, the cold moonlight shone in from outside the glass, Xia Yao suddenly felt that the pink world he was in seemed unreal, and the occasional cat meows seemed to come from another world. What came from it was faint and desolate, and it seemed a little weird.

While comforting himself silently in his heart, Xia Yao swallowed nervously and looked around vigilantly.

The hands of the clock on the wall kept moving, making a sound of "yesterday one yesterday one".

"Little Jie?"

He tried to shout, but saw the curtains in the room suddenly float up, as if responding to Xia Yao, but looking at the completely closed window, Xia Yao subconsciously covered his mouth.

As if the switch of this space was turned on, the desk lamp on the bedside also started to flicker, and Xia Yao's cold sweat broke out all at once.

I don't know how long it took before Xia Yao suddenly felt a chill on his neck, as if thinking of something, the cold sweat on Xia Yao's forehead suddenly flowed down, swallowed his saliva, and slowly turned his head in resignation, his face was bloodless His face appeared in front of Xia Yao's eyes as a matter of course, and a long red tongue drooped on his shoulder.

Seeing Xia Yao turn his head, it seemed to open its mouth and smiled. Its long red tongue squirmed onto Xia Yao's face and licked slowly. Xia Yao rolled his eyes and subconsciously stretched out his fist to hit that face. superior.

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