I’m Not Going to Be Bullied By a Girl

"What are the Christmas gifts? I want to send them to you as a brother."

When I was hesitating about the problem with Xiaoqin, I suddenly felt the back of my neck chilling. I don’t know who put the low-temperature hands into my collar.

"Ha ha ha, I am recruited, and today I am recruited in the third."

The sound of Vinnie's hearty sound came from behind, and this style of direct mischief was really her work.

After pulling my hands out of my collar, Pooh found the little celery in front of me and immediately realized that it might not be the time to appear.

"Oh, sorry, sorry, I must have been a light bulb."

Pooh retired while apologizing. When she left, she waved to Xiaoqin. "Come on, your cartoon scarf is super nice."

Because of his confidence in his strong body, Pooh and I didn't wear a scarf, and every breath was white with a decreasing temperature.

Xiaoqin Lingji moved, "I don't want to woven a scarf for Alin as a Christmas present. Chocolate and other things are finished in a blink of an eye, or the scarf is more practical."

I don't feel a smile. "Would you like to weave a scarf? I remember when you were in junior high school, you helped me make up a button to make up..."

Xiaoqin angrily raised his mouth. "A Lin, don't look down on people. I have seen thousands of girl cartoons and seen hundreds of heroines weaving scarves."

"What's the use?" I vomited. "I've seen the technique of "Nagafa Fireball" in the comics. Can I spit out the fireball when I open my mouth?"

"That, that's because Alin didn't have the heart to read the comics." Xiaoqin replied, "I will be moved to tears every time I watch a girl's comics. As for fireballs and the like, as long as I eat chili, I can vomit." ""

"In short... I will weave a beautiful and warm scarf for A Lin, just like this, now I will learn how to weave a scarf."

After making up his mind, Xiao Qin ran very motivatedly from front of me.

The first lesson after the morning was a language lesson. Recently, the classroom test was frequent. Xiaoqin quietly asked on my left: "A Lin, how to write the testicles of the testicles."

"This..." I scratched my head. "This word is too complicated, and I can't write it."

Xiaoqin showed a very incomprehensible look. "I can't write because I don't have that thing. Ye Lin has nothing to write about it."

Hey, whoever has to specify what parts of his body must be written, you have countless amino acids, you can not write the molecular formula of amino acids.

"Ground, earthquake." Palace coloring, sitting in front of us, suddenly exclaimed, "Everyone, everyone is hiding under the table."

Because there was an earthquake some time ago, Gong Gongcai listened to the squad leader and shouted it, so I remembered it.

"Where there is an earthquake." The big trumpet next to Gongcai Cai said, "It is obvious that you are shaking yourself."

Gong Caicai smashed a bit, only to find that the vibration of the desk is caused by his own body.

Hey, the soft body is swaying, and the palace color seems to be a mobile phone that has been tuned into a vibration mode.

"Yes, I am sorry." Gong Caicai quickly apologized to everyone who was disturbed. "I seem to wear a piece of clothing today. I can't tell the difference between cold trembling and earthquake. I am so stupid..."

This episode of Gong Caicai added a lot of jokes to the class. Xiaoqin opened the language and found the word "testicle".

"A Lin, it's like this, you can look at my paper, I can answer it, but it is too strange for A Lin to answer it."

There are many strange things in the world. No one expected that a large-scale early snow fell in Dongshan City a week later, which caused traffic jams and concealed all the mess in the city.

Everything is so white, so clean, as if the world was born at the beginning.

On Sunday, I was standing on the garden square near the North Street neighborhood of the Red House, watching the sky and snow, and I seemed to understand what it was. There seemed to be another sentimentality.

There are a lot of couples around, and the men and women step on the snow and make a squeaky sound.

I was about to walk back, but I saw Xiaoqin wearing a scarf and gloves, and it was snowing and rushing to me.

"A Lin, why are you not at home with such a big snow? What should I do if I am cold?"

The face of Xiao Qinlu was frozen and red. She was very afraid of the cold. I didn’t wear a scarf or gloves, let the snow dissolve on my warm face.

"Wait a minute..." Xiaoqin stood in front of me and began to look down on her bag and quickly took out a long gray scarf from it.

"This." Xiaoqin slightly handed the scarf to me and said, "This is what I asked my mother to woven out is the 'trial style' number, because the manual is rough, and some of them are mothers for me. Weaving, so I intended to re-weave one, I didn’t expect it to snow so soon..."

With a very shy tone, Xiao Qin held his scarf with his hands and couldn't look straight into my eyes, for fear that I would laugh at his craft.

"A Lin, although it is not yet Christmas, this scarf is not completed by me alone, but I still hope that you can accept it without abandoning it. There are other scarves in the wardrobe of A Lin, but it has not been maintained until now. Kenda, I am waiting for my scarf to be woven. If I let Alin catch cold in pursuit of perfection, I will not forgive myself."

Hey, I don't wear a scarf because I am waiting for Xiaoqin to finish work. Maybe I really have some meaning in the subconscious. Looking at the pedestrians in the square, I am completely alienated without wearing a scarf.

I took the scarf of Xiaoqin and looked at it. It was not very flat, but the materials were very good and weaved very densely. It was very warm when I was in my hand.

"Thank you for your Christmas present. It has been very good as a beginner." When I praised Xiaoqin, I breathed white air from my mouth. I wrapped the scarf around my neck at random, because I usually don’t I’m too concerned about the meter, so the scarf is a bit embarrassing to wear.

"It's better to adjust this slightly."

Because of the difference in height between each other, Xiao Qin raised her feet to make me a scarf, and then simply stood on the flower bed platform, and then I picked it up and did not lose to other men in the square.

Xiaoqin left to look at it, right to see, finally revealed a satisfied smile.

"This is my handsome Alin, warm, will not be enough to block the wind."

At this time, a couple played a snowball fight in the square. A snowball threw her head over me and Xiaoqin flew over. Because the momentum was not urgent, I grabbed it as soon as I reached out.

"Sorry, we didn't mean it." A 20-year-old man wearing glasses hurriedly apologized to us.

I didn't care about them, throwing the snowball into the center of the flower bed.

"Want to... go back." Seeing that I don't have gloves, Xiaoqin asked with concern.

I saw that Xiaoqin was envious of the couple walking in the square and replied: "I am not cold. With the scarf you gave me, we can stay in the square for a while, and the snow scene is pretty."

I don't know why, and I and Xiao Qin, who are marching side by side, are silent, as if the falling snow can absorb all the sounds in the world.

A couple left the bench in front of the flower bed. Xiaoqin took my hand and sat up together, his face showing the smile on the bus.

"Dangdang, Dangdang, Jingle Bells ~"

Xiaoqin picked up the Christmas song in advance, her gloves were mittens, and I was not reminded of the robot cat when I swayed with the rhythm.

The sky was getting darker and darker. I had already passed the dinner time when I came out for a walk. Now the street light is on, and it reflects a pine tree in the middle of the flower bed, like a Christmas tree.

"A Lin." Xiaoqin blinked his eyes and asked, "If you really have Santa, what kind of wishes do you want?"

I don't think Santa Claus really exists. I don't think that wishing is really useful, but if I change to ten years ago, I might make a wish to "I want a mother."

No, don't get me wrong, I am not simply eager for maternal love.

Even if this mother doesn't love me, it doesn't matter at all.

As long as she is willing to love my father, it will be fine.

When I watched my dad repeatedly anesthetize himself with alcohol and sink into the abyss of despair, I really thought so.

Now, has my wish been fulfilled?

I touched the warm scarf in my hand. It also included the handwork of Auntie. She was a bit fierce to me and my dad, but I knew she loved us.

Maybe my Christmas wishes have already been exceeded. Maybe.

I didn't talk to Xiaoqin about these shameful thoughts. Instead, I said casually: "I am 16 years old. I have passed the age of making a wish to Santa. He is so busy, or concentrate on giving gifts to children."

Xiao Qin nodded. "Yes, so you can go home early and be with the Christmas grandmother."

"Hey, how can you have a Christmas grandmother?"

"Of course, there must be." Xiaoqin seriously, "Santa Claus is so caring, there must be someone willing to marry him."

Since Xiao Qin’s hypothesis is contrary to my common sense, I replied with a serious statement:

"Even if Santa has had a wife, his wife may not be as immortal as he is. Maybe his wife has long since hanged. Maybe there is her tombstone in the snow behind the Norwegian Christmas Cabin."

Listen to me saying that Xiaoqin stunned and suddenly cried on his knees.

"You, what are you crying?" I was caught off guard by her actions.

Xiaoqin raised her red eyes from her knees. "A Lin, if I am dead, you will build a small house next to my tombstone like Santa Claus, always with me."

Don't add such a sad setting to Santa Claus. Just said that I just played it, just because it is worth your tears.

So, on this snowy cold winter night, a girl was sad because of the Christmas grandmother who did not exist. Her head leaned against my shoulder, and the tears wet the scarf she had hand-woven to me.

If you are seen by others, you will think that I am bullying her again.

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Scrap iron is still a bit stuffy today, plus the recent chapters are the turning point of the plot. I don’t want to be confused because the spirit is not concentrated, so I will resume two more tomorrow.