Every world is full of ghosts and monsters begging for hugs

She woke up in the middle of the night. The boy who had spent too much energy felt super satisfied for a long time. He circled her body from behind and slept soundly.

The street lights outside the house were on, and the light reflected on the snow, and the reflected light illuminated the falling snowflakes.

Snowing.

Snowing!

Bai Yao opened the quilt and sat up. She shook the people around her like crazy, "Ryan! Ryan! Wake up!"

The boy opened his eyes drowsily, and was pulled by the girl to sit up. His slightly curly red hair was ruined by his messy sleeping posture, and the small freckles on his fair and healthy skin seemed to be glowing with sleepiness.

Bai Yao held his face and said excitedly: "It's snowing outside! Ryan, it's snowing so hard!"

Ryan regained his energy after being kissed by her. He opened his eyes and looked out the window. It was a rare heavy snow. It was only midnight and it had already accumulated on the ground.

Bai Yao got out of bed, first dressed herself, then took out a blue down jacket from the cabinet and wrapped it around the dazed boy. She urged him to get out of bed and put on his pants and socks, pulling him When she reached the door, she felt that this was not enough.

I pulled out a brown scarf and wrapped it around him, then put a black knitted hat on him, and finally let him wear thick snow boots and go out.

A snowflake fell on the tip of Ryan's nose. He felt a little cold. He looked at the girl ignorantly and asked, "Does Yaoyao like snow?"

Bai Yao put on gloves for him and said, "It's so cold, I don't like snow."

Then why is she so happy?

Ryan looked confused.

Bai Yao raised her cold red face and her breath was hot. She wiped the snowflake off the tip of his nose and said happily: "But I can build a snowman with you!"

The young man looked slightly sluggish.

Bai Yao had already pulled him and ran into the snow, and they made happy footprints one after another. In the middle of the night when everyone was hiding in bed and sleeping, the two of them seemed to be an incomprehensible weirdo.

Two people squatted on the ground, wearing clothes so thick that they looked like balls.

Bai Yao rolled the small snowball in her hand bigger and bigger. Seeing that Ruian didn't move and she thought he didn't know how to do it, she put the snowball into his hand and muttered, "Ryan, come and pile up. I'll take the lead."

A drop of warm liquid fell on the snowball, melting a small pool of water, but because another snowflake soon filled the gap, the trace disappeared.

He rolled the snowball in his hand and raised his hand to wipe his face from time to time.

Bai Yao saw that his movements were slow. She moved her body and leaned very close to him. She asked with concern: "Ryan, are you cold?"

The boy with his head lowered shook his head, how could he be cold?

He was dressed so tightly that no cold wind could get through.

Bai Yao grabbed his hand and corrected his movements, "If you go to a place with a lot of snow on the ground, it will easily roll into a big snowball."

She then deliberately said: "Feel your pocket, there will be a surprise."

Ryan took out a pack of strawberry-flavored candies from his pocket. He stared at the girl's face with twinkling eyes, "Yao Yao said that I can only eat two candies a day."

Bai Yao smiled, "It snowed so much today, it's a good day, so we can make a slight exception."

Just like the outfit she had prepared for him in advance, the candies in her pocket must have been prepared for this time.

The lights on in the yard cast their light gently on her body, making his increasingly blurry memories clearer.

His childhood desires were simple.

He envied children his age having someone to build snowmen with.

He also envies that others can eat delicious food as they please.

He also envied many, many people who could live in brightly lit and warm houses.

He wants to be like every ordinary person in the world, there is someone willing to love him, maybe a relative, maybe a friend, maybe a lover.

He has fantasized countless times that when his wish comes true, he will be so happy that he will feel as if he is about to die, and he will be able to laugh happily every day.

But inexplicably, his eyes were hot and his chest was swollen and sore. He was already dead and seemed to be dying again.

"Ryan!" Bai Yao dug out two small stones from the ground, "Let's use these as eyes..."

He looked fragile and was staring at himself with blurred eyes.

Bai Yao's voice stopped. She threw the stones, took off her gloves, held his face with her warm hands, and asked him gently, "Ryan, what's wrong with you? Don't you want to build a snowman? Then We won’t pile up anymore…”

Before she could finish her words, she was already knocked down by the boy, and the snowball they finally piled up was crushed instantly.

Rui En rubbed her face desperately, panting and crying, "Yao Yao Yao Yao Yao Yao Yao——"

Then, he kissed her face, rubbed her lips, and sucked the tip of her tongue, "I like you so much, I like you so much--"

His tense body seemed to explode at any moment because he could not contain his love for her.

Bai Yao's tongue ached. She should have pushed his hand away, but in the end she hugged his head. She asked him with unsteady breath, "Do you want to go play in the cupboard?"

Ryan raised his head and looked at her blankly.

Bai Yao smiled, "It looks like it will snow for a long time. Tomorrow is Saturday. I don't have classes, so I can build a snowman all day long."

He slowly opened his mouth, smiled brightly, and said "hmm" heavily.

The next moment, he hugged the girl and stood up. Maybe it was because the snow was too deep, or maybe they were both wearing too warm clothes. He staggered several times, but he held the girl in his arms firmly.

He also hit the door and grimaced in pain.

Bai Yao laughed, mocking his stupidity.

Finally, they entered the lighted room, and the door slammed shut.

As for the strawberry-flavored candies that fell on the snow, they were just like broken snowballs, no one cared about them.

The snow was falling heavily, and the branches could not bear the weight of the snow. After "squeaking", a trace of snow fell.

Crowe sat in the office, counting the feathers on the table over and over again. He scratched his head, and another feather fell down.

He quickly caught it and carefully placed it on the table.

Feathers are important to birds and are often associated with courtship.

Crowe must collect his feathers to prevent him from having any feathers to show his maturity and reliability when he meets the one he likes one day.

For Crowe, who often loses his feathers because he has to pay living expenses to weirdos, every feather he has seems to be so important in the face of the baldness crisis.

Crowe stared at the feathers on the table and counted them again, but there was still one missing.

The little meat ball with a human face that was kept in the jar spoke, "There are no missing feathers in the town. Have they been taken out of the town?"

During this period, the only survivor who had contact with him and left the town was that lady with an exaggerated behavior.

The old-school gentleman with a bird's head and human body looked at the snowy scene outside the window and sighed depressingly, "I'm already old and I really don't want to travel far away."

But for the sake of feathers, he had to make a trip to this distant place.