"Xiaoqi! What are you doing on a rare Christmas?!"

"What did you ask me? What were you not doing?"

He responded to Yukihama in a calm and unpretentious manner, and looked at the five big words "Carry out, go to death!" on the computer and nodded with satisfaction.

Although it’s not that I can’t understand her mood, I think that my mood is the most important thing at this moment, right? After all, I am the protagonist, right? I should be the protagonist, right? I am obviously the protagonist, right? Where is the protagonist so painful like me?

Nothing can express my current mood more perfectly than the sentence "Full-out" in this world. Is there any more hateful holiday in this world than Christmas? It is obviously the day when the saint was born, but now dogs and men and women regard this sacred holiday as an excuse for sexual liberation. No matter which corner of the world is full of condoms and aphrodisiacs.

Hello, wake up? The birthday of that saint is not used to start peace. If Jesus really knew that his birthday turned into such a day, he would definitely cry, right? He would definitely cry, right?

My life has become a world sex exhibition? My birthday has changed?

No one is lonely for celebrating his birthday? And it is said that Jesus is still a bachelor.

So Jesus is such a magnanimous saint, and he did not launch Revelation. If it were me, he would definitely grit his teeth and command the angels to blow the trumpet, preparing to let these bastards who should kill them remember what Christmas Day is. His birthday is not for fireworks, but for commemorating a saint who is unparalleled in the world.

Of course, there is still one more hateful date than Christmas. On February 14th, Valentine's Day, which should be killed, it should be crucified all dogs, men and women, so that they can feel the power of religion.

"But Christmas is the day for everyone to celebrate together! What's wrong with celebrating Christmas with those you like!"

However, Yuhihama's face turned red, and she pointed at the tip of my nose with a righteous look and made a reversal.

"Even if God knows that his life has such a meaning, he will be very happy!"

"But God doesn't know what they are doing in the hotel's 'beep--'."

"Well... Xiao Qi you! You really dare to say anything..."

Without arguing, Yuhihama lost the battle because of her high moral integrity.

Too sweet, too sweet Yuhihama. How could you look directly at me who has completely rotted down?

As a dirty person, no matter how disgusting words are, there are reasons to say them openly from me, but Yukihama cannot do it because she is a beautiful girl. Although this reason sounds quite sad, it is undoubtedly true.

But I don't care. Anyway, Yukihama doesn't understand what kind of pain a person like me has. Because I may have spent Christmas alone since high school. This kind of pain and loneliness is almost impossible in Yukihama's eyes? I can't see any hope in the future! Who will spend Christmas with someone like me for the rest of my life!

"Hey, the man with rotten eyes over there will burn himself if his thoughts are too extreme."

A cold wind suddenly blew in from outside the door.

Yukinoshita Yukino was gradually walking in with heat. One hand covered his face, which was a little red from the cold, and the other hand was unwilling to stretch out from the knitted sweater and quickly pulled up to the gate of the service department.

There was still a little snow on her head, and the beauty who was not afraid of it rubbed her hands and turned red to the electric stove. She stretched out her hand to bake her fair skin. Her warm appearance made her breath of heat gently, and her face gradually showed a happy look. She was obviously surrounded by a thick black and white scarf, how afraid is this guy is?

And it's really rare for this guy to look happy. Is it really that cold?

"Yo~ Xiaoxue~Merry Christmas~"

Facing the snow, Yukihama, who had always been angry, suddenly changed into a smile and greeted her with full spirit. This passionate courage made the snow, who was squatting next to the stove, responded tiredly, "Merry Christmas".

But it's a bit strange...

I stared at the snow squatting beside the stove with some confusion, and I couldn't help but have a trace of doubt in my heart.

Isn’t this guy usually so majestic? What’s wrong today? He was blocked at the school gate and confessed with a loudspeaker? Otherwise, how could he show such a weak look?

"Because I had a nightmare."

Before I could ask a question, Xuexia, who was baking hands, took the initiative to explain her condition.

His expression was a little stiff, and his face was filled with incredible expressions. It seemed like he had encountered a situation worse than the end of the world. Looking at the expression that had always been cold and indifferent, I couldn't help but feel a little curious.

"I dreamed that I was married for twelve years."

After a moment of confusion, Yukishita sighed softly. He shook his head and reached out to play with the Christmas hat that Yukihama placed on the table. A hint of embarrassing blush gradually appeared on his face.

...But why I look at me? Why do I look at me with anger? And why do I feel creepy? Why do I feel that if I had been in the dream under the snow, I would feel bad? Isn't this premonition true? Hey, hey, I haven't provoked you recently. Even if I'm in the dream, how can I let me go?

"In my dream, my husband is a useless person who is not working and has a broad mind. I was working so hard outside to maintain that family, but my husband still didn't understand my intentions and lived a useless life at home. Even my two daughters were in the rebellious period, only getting close to my husband but never cared about me, my mother. Such a life was really miserable. Even I had the urge to cry during those days. Because I was really a little aggrieved."

After the 17-year-old high school student with a look of emotion spoke out about his dream, he suddenly stared at me with a sharp look that looked like a razor. The stern breath almost made the coffee in my throat almost frozen into ice.

"Don't you want to say anything about this, boys over there?"

‘I just want to say nothing of me…’

Of course, in reality, I can't say that. So I just sighed, coughed, and looked down at the snow.

“Merry Christmas, under the snow.”

"Well, Merry Christmas."

Xue Zhixia squatted on the stove and roasted his hands, nodding with a red look.
Chapter completed!