Autumn is getting deeper.

In the twinkling of an eye, ushered in the first snow in early winter.

Delicate snowflakes scattered from the sky like feathers, rendering this high-end villa into a fairy tale world.

Xiao Han had never seen snow before when she lived in F country. When she saw it, she was overjoyed. She moved her short legs and threw a circle of joy in the snow. Her face turned red with cold.

GUI Ma is stewing soup in the kitchen, while Su Xingyu is sitting in the garden corridor carefully wiping an old camera. This is something she likes to do after she moves into this house. It's lonely for a long time. Only when she finds something to shine, can she not be drowned by memories and sadness. The smell of food comes from the kitchen. The children are playing happily in the garden. Su Xingyu is in a good mood today. He can't help but raise his camera to Xiaohan who is rolling in the snow and press a photo lightly. In the hands of her goddess photographer, Xiaohan's silly and cute appearance can be seen at a glance. She looks at the photos and thinks with a smile. When Xiaohan grows up, she will think it's black history, right?

Over there, although Xiaohan is playful, she keenly notices that her mother is photographing him.

"Mom, mom," he ran over and held out a pair of frozen hands to pull her, "play together."

"You play, mom takes pictures for you." Su Xingyu shakes his camera with a smile.

The child's small head came to see, so young, still don't know what is stupid cute, looking at the photo fell a dog gnawing mud himself, even smile a bright face: "mother's good, give Xiaohan more photos, OK? By the way, and Jue! How about mom taking some pictures for xiaojue, too? I told him to come down and play

Su Xingyu said, "good. But xiaojue doesn't seem to like coming down to play. "

That child's autism is very serious. He can sit in his room all day without saying a word. He can't even change his posture.

Su Xingyu once doubted that the child couldn't speak. If Lu Shifeng hadn't vowed that xiaojue would really call her father, she really doubted that there was something wrong with the child's vocal system.

Xiaohan is also distressed: "xiaojue always likes to be stuffy in her room, but Uncle Lu and Guima both say that xiaojue is sick. Shall I show xiaojue the snow? Maybe he will like it after watching it, and would like to come down and play with me? "

The child calculated carefully.

Su Xingyu sighed in his heart and said to the child, "then you try?"

I don't know why. Xiaohan is really close to xiaojue. No matter how numb and indifferent she is, Xiaohan will always think of him for the first time.

Su Xingyu sometimes thinks that Xiaohan is really a loving child. If his twin sister didn't die, Xiaohan should be a good brother, right? The dead child is the same age as Xiaohan and xiaojue

Every time she thought this way, she felt a slight pain in her heart.

She puts down her camera, goes to the kitchen with Xiaohan, takes a crystal bowl, squats in the garden, holds a bowl full of clean snow, and goes upstairs to xiaojue's room.

Xiaojue's room was as dark as ever, and all sides were covered with difficult drawings.

The child sat numbly in the middle of a pile of drawings, with a pair of godless eyes looking at one of them, as if looking at the distant void through the drawings, with no focus.

Su Xingyu sometimes thinks, don't know what xiaojue is thinking? What did he see through those drawings?

Is it the vast starry sky? Or the mysterious particle movement?

Is the world so beautiful that he doesn't want to come back to reality?

"Little Jue, little Jue!" Before reading it, Xiaohan ran to xiaojue with the bowl of snow in her hand and showed him, "it's snowing outside, isn't it beautiful?"

However, little Jue didn't respond at all, and her sight still fell on the empty drawing.

Xiaohan is not discouraged. These days, he is used to xiaojue's indifference. He put the bowl of snow on the ground in front of xiaojue. He sat down on the ground and played in front of xiaojue“ Ah, little Jue, you see, I can pinch a little person with the snow... "

While the child said, he really started to pinch it.

He was still chanting: "this little man is xiaojue, cold, just like Uncle Lu... This is Xiaohan..."

Su Xingyu looks at Xiaohan, who is having a lot of fun. He can't help sighing. Does he feel that his education has failed too much? The child's hands-on ability is almost negative. He pinched the snowman in a mess. Except for himself, who can recognize what ghost he pinched?Maybe xiaojue is impatient because he quarrels, or maybe she can't see the crooked ball he pinches. Xiaojue finally takes her eyes back from the drawing without any emotion. She takes a colorful look at the crystal bowl at his feet and the messy snow in the crystal bowl.

He overthrew the bowl with a wave of his hand.

Xiaohan blinks and hesitates whether to cry. Now he is a good student. He knows that when xiaojue destroys his things, she may not be bullying him, but just playing with him. So, whether to cry or not depends on the situation, and he will save a few tears when she can't get any good.

Sure enough, xiaojue over there didn't bully him at all.

Or, the quiet and weird child doesn't have the concept of bullying at all.

He stretched out his hand to push away the scattered snow, spread it straight, spread it neatly, and spread it out on the bedroom floor.

"What are you doing, xiaojue?" Xiaohan blinks curiously and lies down to watch him fiddle with the snow.

His little head is so close that it almost sticks to the edge of the snow. Xiaojue pushes him unhappily, and her little palm directly pushes Xiaohan's face.

"Oh dear!" Xiao Han was startled and cried.

Small Jue also seems to be startled, electric shock like hand back, but soon, he pushed again.

Xiaohan Wei looked at him wrongly: "you bully me."

Su Xingyu over there looks at the two children nervously. Although they usually get along well, they haven't had a fight. She's really afraid of another fight this time.

But xiaojue's face is expressionless. She reaches out to push his face again. Xiaohan just wants to get out of the way, but xiaojue holds his other cheek with her other hand, making Xiaohan unable to move.

"Wuwuwuwu..." Xiaohan's two faces are clamped by xiaojue, and she makes a blurry voice.

Su Xingyu stepped forward and asked the child gently as far as possible, "what are you doing, xiaojue?"

"Cold, cold, cold." Small Jue is still expressionless, but monotonously issued a syllable, a pair of small hands more forcefully clamped small Han's face.