Author: Feifei my heart

A brown stuffed bear was discarded next to the trash can.

It was sitting in the snow, with a naive smile on its face, a black bow tied around its collar, and soft brown fur soaked in the wind and snow. It looked gentlemanly and funny.

Qin Ting'an's eyes froze.

In a trance, there was a feeling that our eyes were facing each other.

The doll's dark brown eyes revealed a gentle smile, just facing her direction, staring silently.

A passerby carelessly threw an unfinished yogurt box into the trash can. The box hit the edge of the trash can and was not thrown in. It rolled down and hit the little bear on the head, making a "pop!" sound.

Then it fell to the ground.

Qin Ting'an's heartbeat unexpectedly jumped heavily and became tight with the sound of "pop!"

It will hurt.

It definitely will.

The little bear is still sitting next to the trash can and smiling. No one cares who discarded the treasure.

"Ting'an!" a deep female voice called her, "What are you looking at? The pestle is there!"

"Little bear." Qin Ting'an said two words softly.

Lin Zhinan didn't hear clearly at all: "Get in the car quickly."

Qin Ting'an responded, brushed off the snow on his body when he fell, and walked to the car. He couldn't help but take a second look at the doll in the corner across the street.

It's still laughing.

"Mom..." Qin Ting'an tugged on Lin Zhinan's sleeve, "I want..."

"Bang--"

The car door is closed.

Lin Zhinan took her to the car with one hand and closed the door with the other: "Go home."

Qin Ting'an's voice was shut down all at once.

It was almost nine o'clock in the evening when we got home. They lived in the Hope Community in the city center, Unit 1602, Building 2.

The key unlocked and made a clicking sound.

The heating in the home dispelled the chill outside, and the clock hanging on the wall was ticking, with the hands slowly pointing to nine o'clock.

There are only three hours left until Christmas, and a giant red velvet cake is already on the table.

"Wow!" Qin Yiling ran over immediately, "So beautiful!"

"Isn't it beautiful? This is specially customized for Yiling by my parents." Lin Zhinan said happily.

"What about sister's?" Qin Yiling tilted her head and asked doubtfully.

Lin Zhinan raised her finger to the cake next to her: "Sister's are here, one for each person."

Qin Yiling saw the black forest cake next to her, pouted and said coquettishly: "This one is so beautiful, Yi Ling wants two!"

Lin Zhinan was helpless: "Be obedient, you can't eat that much."

"I can take one bite each!" Qin Yiling said with a smile, "Sister, I'm sure she won't mind."

"No." Qin Ting'an suddenly said, looking at Qin Yiling, there was still a piece of unmelted snowflake on her eyelashes, "I will mind."

"You two, stop making trouble, wash your hands and get ready to open Christmas and birthday gifts." Qin Xun just thought it was a joke between the two children and didn't care much. He took off his down jacket and wore a shirt at home.

Qin Yiling was still stunned, her smile fell, and she was obviously unhappy. When she passed by Qin Ting'an, she snorted heavily and bumped her shoulder away: "I hate you."

Children speak without restraint.

Lin Zhinan only smiled cutely.

What do children of this age know? Who cares about the etiquette between adults?

"When, when——"

"when."

When the clock strikes twelve o'clock at midnight, Christmas Eve officially arrives, and Santa Claus will hang gifts on every child's bedside.
Chapter completed!