Grandpa Xia Mo was puzzled and saw Grandpa Xia Mo running out hurriedly. Her hands were trembling and holding a greeting card with words like "I wish my grandma a happy new year and a hundred years of life, and don't always quarrel with my grandpa", but it was not signed.

"It was written by the children of the second and third families, right?"

"You are stupid! When did they see us quarrel?" Grandma Xia Mo smiled and wiped her tears, "What Momo's mother said, maybe it's true..."

"Stop the old tricks of banning S S fans and S letters. How could someone leave?... It must be someone else's prank!"

"You old guy..."

They didn't seem to have noticed that on a small letter in the corner of the greeting card, there was a message that "I will definitely spend the New Year with you next year".

Xia Mo's father's cigarettes came one after another. This time when he took out the cigarette box, he found that his pocket was empty.

here we go again……

He felt something pressing on him, it seemed to have a heavy weight, it was like a ghost pressing on the bed, and his body couldn't move. He saw his cigarette box drifting a beautiful arc from the air and was thrown on the grass not far away, and the smoke inside was all dispersed. Even though he had always been calm and heavy, his voice could not help but tremble.

"Mo, Momo?!"

At this moment, the heaviness suddenly disappeared, as if it had never existed.

But Xia Mo's father was still trying hard to find the sense of existence he had just lost. He kept fumbled around and felt very helpless; until his right hand suddenly became hot and his chest became warm, as if he was embraced directly.

Then after about a minute, the presence disappeared strangely again.

He stared at his right hand, which had been trembling with excitement, and was confused and confused.

——In this way, the weaving is finished.

Xia Mo's mother stopped the needlework on her hands and raised her knitted white sweater high.

This size should be almost the same...

After all, she has grown a lot.

After finishing the thread, she folded the knitted sweaters and placed them neatly on the coffee table. At this time, she heard the door turning, but no one came in.

Sometimes, my mother's intuition is really terrifying...

To be precise, even ghosts will be scared.

But after all, what does it feel like to be a parent?

If I have children one day, can I become as reliable as my mother?

Start with knitting a sweater?

No, I'm clumsy, knitting sweaters is definitely not suitable for me.

So...

Xia Mo picked up the sweater in front of her mother. Although it seemed to her mother that it was just a supernatural incident where the sweater suddenly floated, she was calm as if the stagnant water was slight. Her eyes were staring at the sweater, and her eyes never shifted. Until Xia Mo retreated to the door, she added lightly, "Be careful on the road."

Just after her mother said this, the string in Xia Mo's heart suddenly seemed to be broken. She could no longer help but the emotions she had been suppressing, and tears fell down. She hugged the sweater tightly, but was worried about breaking it. She just rushed out of the inner room, out of the living room, out of the yard, and ran around with her sweater in her mindlessly. She came to the intersection that she had agreed with Lin Huan. She had snot and tears flowed down. I don't know if she had dirtyed the sweater, but the arms she expected did not appear as expected.

Dog Huan…

Dog Huan?!

This guy...

He was needed most.

I must tear him to pieces!

Xia Mo hugged the sweater tightly, like a stray dog ​​who could not find his way home, leaning against the telephone pole, wailing loudly on the telephone pole.

She cried for about ten minutes, and a bicycle ringing sound came melodiously.

It's Lin Huan.

Compared to Xia Mo's embarrassment, he was not inferior to Xia Mo's embarrassment - he was dirty all over, as if he had just rolled over on the ground; his cotton jacket was stuffed into the bicycle basket, his face was full of sweat, and he looked almost dead.

"You, you...you cry too-"

Xia Mo stopped crying - to be honest, she was almost venting, but out of punishment for the traitor, she still punched Lin Huan hard.

"The most important time is not here... I want to subtract 1,000 favorable points towards you. You are dead before there is a suitable reason to explain it!"

Lin Huan covered the chest that was punched by Xia Mo, and sniffed several times but didn't have the strength to say what he wanted to say. When he was stammering for a long time, Xia Mo suddenly pushed Lin Huan's bicycle away and threw himself into Lin Huan's arms.

Although Gou Huan's body was dirty, there was also a strange smell that had just fallen out of the trash can.

But he is undoubtedly Gou Huan's true body.

He is Xia Mo's childhood sweetheart, the only boy in the world who can notice her existence.

No matter when, she can rely on him as soon as possible.

His shirt is the toilet paper for wiping his nose and tears, his arms are his protective umbrella, and his arms are the quilts that he uses to keep warm. Simply put, no matter who he is with in the end, at least before she becomes a Buddha or is reborn, he is the only thing that belongs to her Xia Mo, a community with destiny connected and intertwined.

When the whole world, including Xia Mo, was mocking Lin Huan as a knight, Xia Mo had already understood it in her heart.

The dog's head is just his shallow disguise.

A false disguise that does not need to waste time in interpersonal communication.

Just like everyone in the Supernatural Observation Society.

This is when the Spring Festival approaches, there are not many people in the alleys.

Lin Huan was hugged by the air, and was in a twisted posture in everyone's sight, just like he was on a sun wall.

Most of the residents here are elderly people, and most of them are still taking their children. After seeing Lin Huan's strange behavior, they lead the children to detour, which makes Lin Huan feel very embarrassed and his attention is also rising.

But...this is impossible.

Even if there are many reasons, I still miss the appointment.

Lin Huan didn't know when he had fallen into a shameless guy who didn't care about other people's eyes, but after letting go, it was like opening the door to a new world. It was nothing to think about it carefully.

As a result, Xia Mo stayed in Lin Huan's arms for an hour. Lin Huan sneezes and sneezes all the way, and there were signs of a cold.

"So, you didn't wait for me there, so where did you go? I made me cry alone for a long time."

Xia Mo pressed Lin Huan's back with her head, showing off her girl's willful temper.

"I saw the girl Xiaoxue mentioned."

"Ha? Which girl? She is more important than me... You fickle guy! You shameless guy!"
Chapter completed!