When the first snow began to fall.

The original owner of Xia Ling's book, Gu Wangyue, is eighteen years old.

Eighteen years ago, when Gu Wangyue came to this world, it was the light snow in the solar terms, and it was also snowflakes flying.

In recent years, snow has come very late.

But this time, the crystal clear snowflakes were like a gift from God.

In the rental house, Su Fuyun bought a cake and a few side dishes.

Usually, Su Fuyun doesn't drink alcohol, and Gu Wangyue hasn't tasted wine, but today is a rare special day.

Su Fuyun bought two catties of rice wine from the supermarket.

In this cold winter day, drinking a glass of warm rice wine warms up the body very much.

"Mochizuki, from today onwards, you are really a big girl! Come, I salute you! Su Fuyun raised his glass and said seriously.

His handsome and slightly stubble face, after drinking some rice wine, was slightly drunk, and his ears were a little red from the root of his ears to his neck.

Normally, he wears only the most ordinary clothes, and usually his face is lowered so that people can't see his face clearly.

Even in the club, when they mentioned Su Fuyun, they said that he was 'the uncle who looked a little lazy'.

Even, Li Kui is called Uncle Su Fuyun, but in fact, Su Fuyun is only twenty-seven this year, two years younger than Li Kui, and about the same age as other coaches.

His goodness can only be seen by Xia Ling.

Xia Ling likes this feeling very much!

Her pearls, the light that only she can see, will not be coveted by others in the slightest.

"Uncle! Tell me about when you were a child. ”

Xia Ling also drank the hot rice wine.

The rice wine is soaked in wolfberries and ginger slices, and the taste is a little choking, but when it goes down the throat, the whole body seems to be hot.

Wearing a thin sweater, the girl's short hair was a little longer, just below her neck, her elbows supported her face, and her black jade eyes looked at Su Fuyun with a bright expression.

This warm and comfortable posture made Su Fuyun's heart soften when he looked at her.

He lowered his eyes a little: "I...... It's never been liked by anyone, don't talk about it. ”

It is said that crying children have candy to eat, so a silent character like Su Fuyun may suffer the most in a place like a welfare home.

When Su Fuyun was found to have dyslexia, the dean had no intention of treating him.

It's not their own child, and there is no spotlight to focus on, who has the kind of effort to take care of a taciturn child?

The smell of wine and heat steamed, and the mixed past resounded, Su Fuyun was stunned for a while, his expression was complicated, and then his eyes returned to a dark silence.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket.

He said to himself: "It's about to be the New Year, I'll call the dean." ”

Looking at him like this, Xia Ling stared at his eyes and looked at him carefully.

Su Fuyun lowered his eyelids, and his expression didn't seem to change.

But if you look at his appearance now, the red at the root of his ears has begun to spread to his face, and the drunkenness is menacing, and the phone is beeping...... No one answered, Su Fuyun listened to the blind sound.

Sitting there, the whole person looked like a shrimp, and as long as the skin exposed under the incandescent light was reddish.

"Dean...... Didn't answer the phone. "Muttered.

He held his mobile phone, put it aside in a proper manner, and sat there, like a schoolboy, sitting behind the desk in a regular manner.