Xiao Bingyue took two more dry branches to make hands for the snow doll, and then, a naive snow doll stood in the snow with a smile.【】
"Isn't it cute? When my mother was alive, she and I would make snow dolls together on snowy nights." Bingyue's thoughts seemed to drift far away, mother, have you seen the snow dolls I made? She
The distressed look on her little face really makes you want to hold her tightly in your arms.
The beautiful boy couldn't help but stroke her little head lovingly.
Xiao Bingyue's thoughts returned to reality. She breathed hot air on her stiff little hands: "Brother, let me build you another snow doll."
"No, it's too cold. Let's build another snow doll tomorrow." The beautiful boy suddenly felt a little sorry for the little girl in front of him, especially her little hands that were as cold as carrots.
He stretched out his big hand, held Bingyue's little hand in his palm, and rubbed it back and forth, hoping that his body temperature could warm her, "Are you the daughter of this family?" He looked up at the grand courtyard of the Luo family.
"Well." Bingyue lowered her head and responded softly like a mosquito. Although she had never received her father's love, she did have a father.
A faint smile appeared on the beautiful boy's handsome face. He hooked Bingyue's little finger with his little finger, turned his hand 180 degrees, and stamped a seal on Bingyue's thumb with his thumb: "We
We’ve decided, we’ll go out and make snow dolls together tomorrow night.”
"Okay!" Bing㊣(2)yue said happily. It was rare for someone to play with her. When her brothers and sisters played with her, they kept bullying her, and the servants and maids at home ignored her.
What's more, this good-looking brother looks so gentle.
So, in the next few days, in the dead of night and snowy nights, the beautiful boys would come over to play with Xiao Bingyue. They made snowmen and had snowball fights. Although they were afraid of waking others, they laughed very quietly.
Together with Bingyue, the beautiful young man felt that his cold heart was beating happily again.
That night, Bingyue ran out to play with the beautiful boy again.
"This is my last day with you. My father has finished his work here, so I'm going back." Looking at the little girl's cute face and beautiful bright eyes, the beautiful boy said lightly.
"Oh, brother is leaving?" Xiao Bingyue's face was full of reluctance, "Then when will you come?"
"Soon, I will find a way to come see you. When it snows, I will accompany you to make snow dolls. You have to take good care of yourself." The beautiful boy feels that he has become another gentle person these days.
Even he was surprised.
"Well, brother, what's your name? You haven't told me yet." Bingyue raised her head, her face was red from the cold, showing a rare rosiness.
The beautiful boy gently took Bingyue's little hand and wrote on it with his index finger: "Remember, my name is... Don't forget."
Luo Bingyue frowned slightly, remembering that it was a nice name, but why couldn't she remember what it was? This memory seemed to have been forcibly removed from her mind.
The beautiful boy looked at Xiao Bingyue, was silent for a while, and held Xiao Bingyue's hand tightly: "I will come to you again, I will definitely come to you."
Bingyue looked at the beautiful boy curiously and whispered: "You must come?"
"Definitely!" the beautiful boy said lightly, looking at Bingyue lovingly. He took off his mink fur cloak, carefully wrapped Bingyue's petite and thin body, and said softly: "You must take good care of yourself."