Five hours ago, the Management Office.

During the evening, Zhong Yu was lying on his feet, crossing his chest, and sleeping with his face up to his feet.

Suddenly, the office door rang, Wen Jin rushed in and slapped his desk with a palm.

"It's time to get off work..." Wen Jin got very close and said gloomyly.

As soon as Zhong Yu opened his eyes, he was startled by her super-realistic nightclub makeup and leaned back: "What? You leave after get off work. Are you haunted here?"

Wen Jin: "You, too, go."

The Management Office has been quite busy recently, but Zhong Yu's participation in the degree is unprecedented. Every time he schedules, he has to participate in the place he should not guard.

It finally came to an end. He had nothing to do with him today, but he couldn't go back to his home, so he decided to stay in the office and sleep.

Zhong Yumi said: "How do you talk? Where can I stay..."

Before he finished speaking, a cold light flashed in front of him. Wen Jin pulled out a machete and inserted it into the table, showing his villain-like fierce light.

“…”

Zhong Yu swallowed all his words, silently recalled that his eldest son was unfilial, and he inserted his pocket and embarrassedly left the management office building.

The sun quietly disappeared, the old north wind was howling, and Zhong Yu wandered around the door for a while, not knowing where to go.

Melodious Christmas music floated down the wind from the auditorium in the complex. He followed the sound to the side door of the school and saw many beautiful and pretty people in exquisite and beautiful clothes coming in and out, which was very lively.

Zhong Yu exhaled from his mouth, looked at it for a while, and then turned his steps towards the lighthouse next door.

As the frontline military facility to fight the Zerg, the lighthouse is endless.

It has nothing to do with it just one Christmas.

Zhong Yu is very familiar with this place. After all, there is no planet in the entire alliance, and the structure of the lighthouse is generally the same. As an administrator, he is even more confident in shopping under the banner of "inspection and condolences".

He first swayed around the military headquarters, harvested a bag of melon seeds, two boxes of persimmon cakes, and a toy crystal ball given by a fast food restaurant (a company commander gave it to him and said it would bring good luck)... Then he went up and arrived at the abnormal information monitoring department.

The researchers and garrisons here are not, and most of them are homes in Weiyan District.

Today is also a festival, and it is not easy for a researcher to be on duty, so Zhong Yu chose a lucky father who manages atmospheric monitoring equipment and asked him to go back to accompany his daughter and take the shift for him.

The lucky father thanked him so much, and ran out like a skateboard.

Zhong Yu smiled and chatted with other researchers for a few random words, and took out several books from his seat.

"How to meet the psychological needs of adolescent children - a practical reference book that must be found in your life".

Zhong Yusui flipped over, threw it aside, and then took it out.

"Autumn Beauty Award", "Self-pleasing Trend", "She is always right. If she is wrong, refer to the first item", "How to dry your little cotton jacket"...

What is this!?

Zhong Yu's mouth twitched, feeling that this person was simply a fourteen-filial dog-limbing father. He was not dignified as a father, so what do you think...

While thinking, he lined up the pile of books in a row, and at the end he picked up the psychological needs of the adolescent child with expressionless expression and held it up to read it.

This broken book is truly hypnotic.

Zhong Yu is very prone to sleepiness recently and is not forced to hold on now. After reading three pages, he covered his face with a book and went to bed.

‌Knowledge falls into chaos.

First, large patches of ink stains were stained, as if someone was washing a brush in a jar of clean water. The thinking floated up and down with the waves of water, and then was wrapped around by strands of black lines and tightened.

He saw his childhood home.

Ordinary furnishings, ordinary parents. He raised a pot of morning glory that he heard was very easy to raise. Later, he didn't raise it well and died. He left an empty pot and a bracket inserted on it.

Turning around, he suddenly stood in the corridor where he often stayed at school.

His ears were very noisy, and he was vaguely lit up on the railing and told jokes with his friends around him.

There is a parallel bar on the side of the playground. One day, it suddenly became orange-red with paint. It was not as dark as the cloudy day, and it was extremely thorny.

He scolded the idiot for being so ugly. The friends around him suddenly laughed and said that they did it, so they wanted to pollute the boss's vision and see his reaction.

Zhong Yu saw several smiling faces, and his laughter was sticky.

After a while, they soaked in their blood one after another, and bubbles popped up.

The feeling of weightlessness is accompanied by the sinking of sight, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.

Zhong Yu never told anyone that he hated weightlessness very much. His physiological reactions have been worn out in countless daily training sessions, but the psychological discomfort can never completely dissipate.

He sat in the cockpit of the warship, with no sound around him. In front of him was a universe that seemed to be forbidden, as if he was the only one left in the world, floating.

Zerg, human, companion, enemy.

One by one, it explodes like bubbles, disappears, and annihilates in four dimensions.

He gradually found it difficult to feel the perception from his feet, as if he was frozen or petrified a little bit.

Something soft and sticky climbed up from his back, climbed from his spine to his shoulder blades, and left a little water mark on his neck, behind his ears, and at the road.

The area covered by itch became larger and larger, until the afterglow burst into a innocent and cute face.

"Brother." Qiu Qiu smiled, exhaling hot air from his mouth, and his face was vivid.

The next second, Qiu Qiu sat on his thighs, face-to-face, almost pressing on him.

"Brother." Qiu Qiu shouted again in the dream, lowered his head, stuck out his little tongue, and licked his knuckles.

Zhong Yu knew he was dreaming.

Qiu Qiu never showed such an expression, nor did he say in a slightly sticky and wet tone...

"Brother Zhong Yu, you dream of it?"

"Why don't you tell me if you think so?"

"What do you think specifically?"

"Is that true? ‌is..."

The little monster's pairs wrapped around his neck softly, making people breathe rapidly with their movements.

The sound is sometimes close and sometimes far away, and gradually I can't hear what I'm talking about.

Zhong Yu only felt that the hugging him kept tightening, tightening again, and strangling his throat and ribs.

Breathing gradually became difficult, and he started to retching.

"Ah, it's snowing!"

Excited voices came not far behind me.

Zhong Yu was shocked, his finger twitched, woke up from his dream, and took a long breath.

After a few seconds of slowing down, he took away the booklet covering his face.

"Major General Zhong, look, it's snow!" A light researcher in a colored uniform trotted, and the terminal on his wrist was ringing. She said as she pointed to the circular window, excited.

Zhong Yu looked out in the sound.

The colored snowflakes fly very clearly in the dark night, with detailed trajectory.

The duty room of the monitoring department is very high in the lighthouse, just a few meters under the clouds. These flying snowflakes are almost formed on the top of the head and then fall against the face.

‌What you see on the ground is different.

The entire lighthouse was activated because of this snow.

Not only was the light researcher around me chatting and creating sound effects, but the terminal message prompt sounds were even louder and louder. Many people answered the call, which was very lively.

"Oh, it's so strange," Zhong Yu raised his eyebrows and smiled hoarsely: "Why is it snowing in the Meteorological Bureau today?"

The researcher's sister was wearing a verb jacket and holding the surveillance console, and her face was about to be put on the window: "I don't know! I just heard gossip about the ears and said that a few new people have come to the Meteorological Bureau today..."

The little girl looked at Zhong intoxicatedly for half of her time, then she remembered that she had squeezed Zhong Yu aside, so she stuck out her tongue and jumped to the side two steps, while making coffee, and said: "They are gentlemen, I like the atmosphere more. I heard that they had a big fuss in the game, and the old men couldn't stand it in the end, and it was no longer there."

The snowy days sound romantic, but it is not so pleasant to fall on the ground.

The ground conditions need to be paid attention to, and small buildings and energy boxes also require special treatment. Not to mention traffic, especially the empty tracks on the floor, which has a huge impact on snow.

Weiyan District does not pay attention to Christmas. In history, the Meteorological Bureau has never been willing to pardon this disastrous weather today.

Zhong Yu had a few more snowstorms.

"Don't say, sometimes the atmosphere is very important." The researcher brought the coffee and handed it to Zhong Yu with a smile: "It's Christmas, it's only once. How excited do you guys? Social networking websites are so popular, and you check in various photos... Oh, let's take one of them too?"

Zhong Yu smiled, didn't respond, and took a sip of hot drink.

The researcher looked quite lively, muttering to himself, and photographed him constantly at the window.

"Lighthouse perspective, hey, it must be the most special baby on social networking websites!" She handled the photo happily, staring at the terminal busy, and she didn't have time to say: "...Major General, where did you post? I like you!"

"Isn't it a special edition? The overtime benefits are yours alone." Zhong Yu waved: "Go back to your seat and stop wandering."

The researcher was careless: "So good! Then you left? Oh, I need to refine it..."

After saying that, he ran away happily.

Zhong Yu picked up the cup and drank a sip of coffee without knowing the taste.
To be continued...