What is it like to have a sand sculpture blood wife?

Chapter 71

"Hey, there has been more than hatred for emptiness since ancient times. Come on, boy. There are flowers that can be broken straight, don't let the golden cup be empty to the moon." The old lady sighed, turned her head away and stopped talking, and looked out the window quietly. .

Xia Yuan felt very uncomfortable.

Where are there so many drama old ladies?
What made it even more uncomfortable was that when Xia Yuan was communicating with the old man, the elementary school student behind him kicked his heel with his foot.

"hiss……"

Oh, brother, I can't cure the old lady, and I can't cure you brat?
Xia Yuan turned around with a dark face.

"Uncle, the site is here." The kid looked at him with a round smiling face.

The little face is flushed and rosy.

What does this mean?
This shows that children have good kidneys and strong blood qi.

Xia Yuan looked up and saw that it was still 5 stops away from Yunze Film and Television City.

"You don't even know where I'm going, how do you know I've arrived?" He lowered his head and touched the kid's big head with his hand.

The child took a step away and shrank behind its mother.

"Uncle, I mean he has arrived." The elementary school student pointed at the big brother in leather who was sitting next to Xia Yuan and was snoring loudly. "You just promised to wake others up."

right.

Xia Yuan thought to himself, how could he forget what others just told him?

He quickly woke up the middle-aged uncle.

"Brother, it's time to stop, Heping Road."

"what?"

The big brother in black leather wiped the puff on his face and stood up all of a sudden.

Seeing that the car door was about to close, he quickly got out of the car in three steps at a time.

"Thank you bro."

……

After the passengers got off, the bus started slowly again.

The sky had already closed and turned purple black.

The lights outside came on, and the hustle and bustle of the city set off the tranquility of people's hearts.

At this time, there were numerous snowflakes in the sky.

Xia Yuan couldn't help but feel a twitch when he looked at these objects that fell from the sky.

A vague outline emerged in the brain.

He lowered his head, as if he saw a pure white hand holding a drop of melted snow in front of him.

The little ant in my heart crawled slowly.

The little bat's mouth was biting lightly.

Itchy.

A tingling sensation lingers.

……

Xia Yuan's throat itched and he couldn't help coughing.

He covered his mouth with his hands, not wanting to cause trouble to others.

Xia Yuan's eyes froze suddenly, and his pupils dilated slightly.

Itchy throat is due to virus invasion.

So what is itching for?
It was at this moment that he suddenly realized——

The old lady was right.

This is the power of remembrance.

If missing has a mathematical model, then it is a line, you don't know what it passes through, what it meets, you only know its two endpoints.

One in your heart.

Someone who is on your mind.

He looked back at the old man sitting behind him.

The old lady smiled at him with relief, like a Taoist monk who has attained the Tao.

"hiss……"

Xia Yuan took a deep breath.

The heel was kicked by the brat again.

Why are you still kicking me?

If I don't teach you a lesson today, you are really lawless!
Xia Yuan turned around with a dark face.

The kid looked at him with his round face raised, his brows furrowed tightly.

"Uncle, can you tie your shoelaces?" The elementary school student felt very uncomfortable, "I have been paying attention to you for a long time, I feel very uncomfortable when you look like this."

"..."

Are you obsessive-compulsive?

……

After returning home, the room is filled with a warm atmosphere.

The moment he saw Ying Sitong, Xia Yuan's heart suddenly settled down.

Tonight is Christmas Eve.

After dinner, Xia Yuan lay on the sofa and watched TV calmly.

From time to time, Ying Sitong's voice in the room could be heard.

After a while, the beautiful young woman of the blood race got off the broadcast and came out of the room.

She walked to the window and looked out silently, her eyes blurred.

"Wow, Christmas Eve, it's so lively outside, should we go out and have a look?"

"You must have misunderstood Christmas." Xia Yuan put his hand to his mouth and coughed.

I thought to myself, you, an oriental native who has been born and raised for more than 1800 years, why do you always want to grab the wool of the West?

Xia Yuan stood up and walked to Ying Sitong's side.

Looking out of the window, the residential property below got a Christmas tree from nowhere, decorated with lights.

A group of children are playing chase around it.

"Do you know the meaning of mistletoe?" Xia Yuan tapped his finger on the window glass, pointing to the green mistletoe garland on the pine tree below.

"No, I don't want to know," Ying Sitong pouted angrily, "I don't believe you, you will definitely say that I am a mistletoe parasitizing on you, and sooner or later I will drain you dry."

Xia Yuan smiled slightly, ignored her, and continued on his own, "The god of light in Norse mythology is called Baldr, he is the embodiment of brilliance and beauty, the god of spring and joy, and the personification of light.

His father is the God King Odin of the Asa Protoss, and his mother is the God Queen Frigg. He and the Dark God Hodur are twin brothers.

Baldr often dreams of feeling the shadow of death.

His mother, Frigg, was very worried, so she traveled all over the world, asking all things to swear an oath not to harm Baldr.

All things swear, except for a mistletoe that grows east of the Hall of Valor, because it is too weak to hurt anyone.

The gods were happy for Baldr, they threw their weapons at Baldr, but they couldn't hurt the God of Light.

The evil god Loki felt extremely jealous of the bright Baldr at ordinary times, so he killed him with a bow and arrow made of mistletoe.

Baldr's mother—

The goddess of love, Fu Lijia, was in pain when she learned about it, so she and the gods tried their best to save Bird's life, and at last they saved him.

Fu Lijia is very grateful, so she promises whoever stands under the mistletoe, she will give that person a pout, thus creating the custom of pouting under the mistletoe at Christmas.

And it also preserves the meaning of the mistletoe symbol, love, peace and forgiveness forever, these three are also the spiritual essence of Christmas. "

Xia Yuan smiled.

"So you see, the real Christmas is not to go out, but to enjoy the peace and quiet at home. Only people who don't understand the meaning of it will regard it as carnival."

Ying Sitong was taken aback for a moment, then frowned uncomfortably.

Are you going to stay at home and not go out?

How uncomfortable?

"We Orientals don't understand these things." Jiang Xiaoling said angrily.

Then put the cup full of hot water on the coffee table with a bang.

Because the coffee table is composed of wooden boats and door panels, the echo is quite loud.

Jiang Xiaoling entered the kitchen with a straight face.

Xia Yuan frowned, and muttered, "This guy is fierce, just like you."

"Where is it?"

Ying Sitong glanced at him dissatisfied, with a shy look on his face, wanting to laugh but holding back a laugh, wanting to get angry but unable to do so.

The point is that Xia Yuan said that she was fierce first, so it is not easy to argue with this person.

Doesn't getting angry mean that she is really fierce?

What's more, he also praised her for being fierce and fierce, from which he could taste a little bit of cuteness.

"However, let the evil be the evil, there is still a difference between you and Jiang Xiaoling."

"what?"

"You are fierce and fierce."

"what!?"

Ying Sitong turned around angrily.

"Xia Yuan, shut up!"

"uh-huh……"

The beautiful young woman of the blood race suddenly widened her eyes.

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