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Chapter 105 Extra Story: Yan Su Zhen'ai and Their Little Dolphins

Many years later, SHYan can still clearly remember every Christmas he spent, especially the Christmas of the first snow.

On Christmas Eve, at dawn, he woke up.

He got up from the bed with the little dolphin in his arms, and the bonfire in the fireplace was still very gentle.He slipped out of bed and climbed onto the window sill to look out. The forest was foggy and there was no sun, and he could vaguely see the dark green tops of evergreen pine trees.

He jumped off the window sill, got into plush boots, tapped out of the room, knocked on the door of his father's room, raised his head and called: "Daddy, mommy, Christmas is here."

Mom's voice came from inside: "little dolphin, Christmas is here."

He unscrewed the door, ran in joyfully, jumped onto the bed, got into his parents' quilt and rolled.Mom and Dad gave him two morning kisses on both sides of his cheeks.

He asked: "But what about daddy and mommy's morning kiss?"

"I've already kissed." Mom blushed a little and pinched his pouting face.

"That doesn't count." Dad said so.

The little boy was lying on the quilt, looking up with his mouth open, watching his father hug his mother and kiss him tenderly.They closed their eyes, their lips touched their lips, very lightly, softly and earnestly, they kissed and then smiled.

He remembered that it was a very beautiful kiss.

At six o'clock in the morning, the family of three got up on time. Xiao Su put on his down jacket and hat, changed into snow boots, and set off with his father.

Mom sent them out, and before they left, she tiptoed and kissed Dad on the chin. It was a goodbye kiss for him.

He stood at his father's feet alone, looking up, waiting patiently; mother bent down, kissed his soft face, straightened his plush cap, and said, "Come on, little man, remember to hurry up!" Come back for breakfast."

He nodded heavily, handed his little hand to his father, and took the tools to go out together.

In winter, the outdoor temperature is very low, but he doesn't feel cold at all. He flops around with his short legs and quickly follows his father's footsteps.It was funny how the hot breath flew in front of him like cotton.

Soon they arrived at the destination. It was a holly forest that Dad bought, so that every year they could use the Christmas tree they planted at home.

Dad asked him to choose the one he liked, and then dig it out.In fact, both father and son didn't want to cut down the tree, so with the help of forest workers, they moved the tree into the soil and planted it again in the New Year.

After working for a while, the little guy's face was as red as an apple because of the exercise.

After the tree is in the pot, it has to be pruned.

The little boy stood on the high shelf, imitating his father's way to prune the tree.In his eyes, Dad is focused and serious in everything he does, without distractions.

"Daddy, are you worried about her?" He stood at Daddy's feet, waving the little saw.

"Who?"

"Ai." He playfully imitated what his father called his mother.

Dad couldn't help laughing, and asked, "What are you worried about?"

He was a little hot, and grabbed the scarf: "Mom said I don't want your help, I want to prepare the Christmas dinner alone, isn't it worth worrying about?"

"You mean this."

"Well, what if it tastes bad?" He stuck out his tongue and muttered softly.

"Didn't Miss Marie help her?"

"Can Miss Marie turn the tide?"

Dad smiled faintly, pulled him to his side, untied his scarf, and asked, "What if it tastes bad?"

The little guy was blushing, breathed hot air, and asked: "If I look ugly, will my parents want me?"

"of course not."

"Of course I'll eat happily."

Soon, with the help of workers, they transported the tree back to the castle.

On the way, Dad greeted him: "Little dolphin, hurry up."

Parents love to give their children animal nicknames, such as monkey, kitty, bunny and so on.

He groaned and ran over, grabbed his father's trouser legs, and walked thumpingly: "Daddy, how would you describe mommy?"

Dad hesitated for a moment, then smiled lightly: "Snail."

"Is it because the snail reacts slowly?"

"..." Dad bent his lips, "Some of it, but it's mainly something else."

"what is it then?"

Dad lowered his head, looked at him with his little head up at his feet, and looked at those black eyes that resembled his mother:
"I'll tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a little snail with a heavy shell on her back. She always walked very slowly. One day, a little caterpillar passed by, saw the little snail, and asked: Why do you carry such a heavy shell? Look at me, without a shell, I can run very fast. The little snail said: because you will change into wings, and the sky will protect you. The little caterpillar left."

Dad's voice is low and clean, with the clear wind on the snow, there is a kind of peaceful mood,

"Another day, a little earthworm passed by and asked: Why do you carry such a heavy shell on your back? Look at how relaxed I am. The little snail said: Because you can drill the soil, the earth protects you.

Later, a little fish also asked: Why are you carrying the shell on your back? Look at how fast I swim.The little snail said: You can swim, and the ocean will protect you.

She said: And I, only protect myself. "

He was fascinated by what he heard, and puffed his small palms and praised: "The little snail is so powerful."

"Yes. Your mother is the bravest and strongest girl I have ever seen." The snow light fell on the father's deep eyes, with a very faint tenderness, "Dear little dolphin, you have the same pure love as her." Eye."

As soon as he entered the door, he could smell the fragrant butter toast. After working for so long, his stomach was already growling.But his mother didn't let him eat too much, saying that he would save his stomach for the evening.

After brunch, mother began to prepare dinner, and Xiaosu and father went to decorate the Christmas tree and prepare presents.

They hung a lot of colorful lights and balls on the tree, and piled up a lot of gifts under the tree, including the gifts he gave to his parents and Miss Marie.

Under the tree sat a very large stuffed sorrel bear.It was the biggest bear he had ever seen, and he was barely under the bear's thigh.The first time he saw it, he was stunned, his black eyes staring at it without blinking.After a while, he leaned over and carefully scratched its feet, which were soft and fluffy.

He thought it must be very comfortable to sleep on the bear's belly.

Dad put Xiong Xiong to sit by the tree, and he immediately ran into Xiong Xiong's arms, really comfortable.He arched back and forth, the big bear lowered its head, buried him completely, and he quickly got out again.When I looked again, my father was gone.

He looked around and walked to the kitchen, which smelled faintly of apple pie.Mom was washing the steaks and Dad was standing next to her, sleeves rolled up, glass bowl and spoon in hand, making the sauce.

The little one stood by the porch, hugging his little dolphin, tilting his head and watching quietly, the most sincere and warm light reflected in his dark eyes.

Even though he was still young at that time, he felt inexplicably that such a picture was so beautiful and warmed to the bottom of his heart.

In the later dinner, he stuffed a lot of delicious food into his stomach. He carefully counted the sesame seeds on the pineapple buns and arranged them, and did not pay attention to the conversation between his father and mother.

I only vaguely remember that my father and mother talked from time to time, talking about things like the molecular structure of Martian microorganisms, the tone was slow, soft, comfortable and relaxed, like a distant song.

At that time, the fire was warm, the windows were bright and clean, the fruits and vegetables were fragrant, and the night was quiet.

Before going to bed at night, father and mother huddled in his crib and told stories about Sherlock Holmes together.When he was going to bed, Mom and Dad gave him a good night kiss as usual.At this time, my mother suddenly looked out the window and said, "It's snowing."

Dad picked him up from the bed and put him on the windowsill.

Mom also sat on the windowsill and pushed open the window.

He held his breath and looked up in the arms of his father and mother.

In the dark blue night sky, small pieces of snowflakes are slowly swirling down, the beauty is clear and pure.Soon, the snowflakes became more and more dense, bigger and bigger, falling from the night with crystals, which made his breathing short of breath.

"It's my first snowy Christmas," he yelled.

Mom said: "The first snow is on Christmas, and next year will be a happy year."

Yes, Christmas should snow!
Dad said: "Every year in the future will be happy."

He listened, raised his little head to look, and saw his mother leaning on his father's arms, resting her head on his shoulder, staring at him; and her father was also staring at her.

Sometimes, love doesn't need to be said, it can be felt quietly like breathing.

He remembered that the feeling at that time was called love.

The white snow outside the window, and they by the window, are so beautiful that they entered the memory from this moment.

He still remembers, year after year, countless morning kisses, hand in hand walks, goodbye kisses, tacit understanding, goodnight kisses, many bits and pieces, which precipitated day by day and became the love that deepened in their eyes day by day.

How lucky he was to be born into such a happy family.

He heard that his father once said to his mother: You become more and more beautiful day by day, and when you get old, you will be the most beautiful girl in the world.

He didn't understand, and asked his father: "Is this true? But my mother doesn't seem to have changed!"

Dad replied: "One day, when you meet your true love, you will understand. It's just that true love can be met but not sought. Some people will never meet in their lifetime; some people will miss it when they meet; People are always cherishing and loving.”

He really didn't understand it at the time, but when the time span was measured in ten years, he suddenly realized that they were constantly changing, becoming more and more lovely, more and more loving, and more and more loving.

That once-in-a-lifetime sentiment gradually settles down, but is still full of vitality.

It is on the cold window sill, on the clean coffee cup, in the bright stained glass window, on the black and white keys, in the golden strings, between the thick bookshelves, in the classical corridor, in the early morning The forest... grows warmly and quietly.

The wind is blowing on the snow, there is a deep, quiet love, passing and flowing, that kind of love is full of vitality and endless.

(End of this chapter)