Lord Demon, your family let you go home for dinner

The winter of this year seems to be extra cold, and a thick layer of ice has formed on the blurred window, and the heavy snow like goose feathers falls from the gray sky, quietly covering this quiet night with a layer of white the softness.

The wind at this time was gentle, blowing away the last bit of extravagant hope of the child.

He stood blankly at the entrance of the orphanage, the corners of his eyes were slightly red from crying just now, and his long eyelashes were also covered with a thin layer of snow.

Wearing thin white clothes, she looked like a fairy in the snow from a distance, very beautiful.

The child stretched out his chubby little hand, patted his face that was already flushed due to the fever, tried his best to smile, and said in a childish voice, "As expected of Mama, I really forgot to come... ah chirp !!"

"Come and pick me up...home..."

Then he fainted at the gate of the orphanage, melting with the white snow.

At this time, a slightly older child staggered out of the orphanage. While running, he tried to eat the chicken leg in his hand, and he didn't forget to make faces at the other children who were chasing after him: "If you catch up with Naiwo, you will poop!" Give the chicken legs back to the puss!! La la la!!"

Running and running, I didn't know what was tripped over, and fell down in the snow with a oops.

A group of little ghosts immediately surrounded him, but they didn't snatch the chicken leg from the child. They surrounded the snow elf with their small heads, their faces full of curiosity.

The warm dim light in the house shone softly on him, and the children could even see his long and curly eyelashes trembling slightly, and his chubby little face was slightly red, looking like a A little angel sleeping in heaven.

"Santa's presents have arrived!!"

All the brats looked at me and I looked at you, all of them stunned for a while.

One of the children's snot hung down for a long time, and when the snot was about to drop, he took another hard breath, and the snot returned tenaciously to his nose.

"It's a gift from Santa Claus!! OYAY!!!"

The kid who ate the chicken leg just now stuffed the chicken leg that he took a big bite into the mouth of the runny child, roughly wiped his greasy little hands on his clothes, and pushed the children away to the last one. in.

"I made a wish to eat cream cake, why did Santa Claus give us angels?"

"Yes, yes, why give us angels?"

"I know!! Maybe this angel is a cream cake!"

"Then can I eat it? I don't know if it's sweet or not!"

Seeing that everyone was going to chatter again, the slightly older child suddenly stretched out his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, with a heroic face on his face: "Let me do it!"

"Brother Anan, will you...will you die..."

The children were even more silent.

"I'm not going to die! I'm a superhero!!"

He looked solemnly (not) at the companions around him, and lowered his voice: "If... I mean if! If I really die, you can eat the candy I hid in the cabinet !!"

The eyes of most of the children around them lit up, looking at Anan like looking at the most powerful hero.

Anan lay on the ground in the snow, closed his eyes cautiously, stretched out his pink tongue and licked the angel's face.Then he let out an exclamation, backed up abruptly, and moved back in astonishment.

He frightened many children, and they all ran back quickly. The snot-nosed child ran directly into the house, exposing half of his head to observe secretly.