What is it like to be a wizard in modern times?

Wu Xiaoya's mother was quickly sent to the hospital. Li Ping sighed as he looked at Wu Xiaoya who was sitting blankly like she was frightened.

What a sin.

Wu Xiaoya put medicine on her face, it was cold.She was sitting outside the emergency room holding a cup of hot water, knowing that her mother was lying inside.

She had no choice but to say Merry Christmas to herself, knowing that she couldn't get the gift her mother hid in the cabinet.

Tonight she heard the voice of Santa Claus, the voice was soft and thin, like an elf in a fairy tale book.

When she wished that her father disappeared, the voice came out, telling her that Santa Claus should not hurt others, saying that only bad children can hurt others, and she wanted to be a good child that her mother liked, so she changed her words and wished her mother to be healthy.

But there is so much blood on the ground, both mother's and hers.

Standing in front of her mother, stepping on broken glass, she decided not to be a good child.

She's going to be a bad kid.

If only Dad disappeared.

She made a wish earnestly.

It wasn't that my mother brought up a divorce several times without any follow-up, or that she hid in some uncle and aunt's house in embarrassment.

She hoped that this man would disappear from her mother's life forever and completely.

The man rushed over with a ferocious face and grabbed her neck. She couldn't run away and couldn't breathe. Stars stared at her, and her body began to lose strength little by little.

The Christmas elf screamed in her ear, the same voice, but she inexplicably felt that it was two different individuals, they seemed to have a dispute and quickly reached a consensus, noisy and suddenly quiet, suddenly her heart melted Two snowflakes.

She saw the beautiful aurora and white snow spreading in front of her eyes, like a hallucination and a memory.

An unknown source of strength surged up from her body, she struggled to bite the man's hand, the man threw her away in pain and took two steps back, stepping on the Christmas stocking that he threw on the ground on, and fell off the balcony where he himself had smashed the railing.

Aurora and Baixue disappeared, Wu Xiaoya looked at her hands, there was a little wetness on her palm.

Santa Claus has come.

She's not a good kid anymore.

……

News in the Internet age always travels fast. When the Christmas sleigh was still hovering over Shenshi, Banxi had already found out about the story of Wu Xiaoya's family on Weibo.

He registered on Weibo to follow the official account of the management center, so as to keep abreast of the various policy trends of the management center.

Although that account is made like a combination of a funny blogger and a popular science blogger, the daily painting style is wandering between entering the science and animal world.

The public security official account in Xupu District posted about the accident at Wu Xiaoya’s house. The cause and effect were all blurred. The family slipped and hit the balcony. Because the railing was broken and was not repaired, he fell from the [-]th floor and died on the spot.

Because there was a smashed police car in the picture on the scene, and some onlookers said that it was the police uncle who went out to the police and was smashed on the spot. The dramatic coincidence caused many people who eat melons to repost enthusiastically. By the way, they went to check the railing of their balcony .

Bancy's first reaction when he saw it was to recall the railings at home—he had fallen from upstairs when he was a child and almost broke his neck.

It is too embarrassing for a wizard to fall to his death. If he really had to choose a way to die, he would rather die under the belly of Mao.

If you die under your belly, you can be a ghost.

Shi Lu didn't know that Banxi was thinking about Jiaojiao's hairy belly. He was stretching his neck to peek at the Weibo feed on Banxi's mobile phone. In the secret garden, he is outside, but he always wants to look inside.

Looking around, Shilu's whole body was almost attached to Banxi's body. Banxi's legal system is not a person with strong strength, and the gift bag next to him has been mostly emptied, and now there is nothing in the sled. Shi Li will be squeezed off the sled every minute.

In order not to become the second high-altitude parabola, Banxi directly gave Shi Li his mobile phone to watch casually.Banxi's phone is so clean that there is nothing that can't be seen by outsiders. The only thing that reflects his personal preferences is a certain barrage video website, and he doesn't watch it often, nor is he a distinguished member.

These modern things are only at the stage where basic functions can be used, and wizards instinctively keep a certain distance from scientific things, so as not to get too close to reduce their own mystery.

Shilu's modernization process has not yet reached the point of shaking X fast X or starting X Jin X. He took Banxi's mobile phone and roamed Weibo, and he was already amazed just by looking at the trending searches.

How could there be such things in the era he remembered, and the amount of information that young people receive every day is thousands of times that of those young people. If the heads of those sects were here, I'm afraid they would be very happy.

After all, cultivation depends on comprehension, and comprehension to put it more clearly is the ability to diverge thinking and association. Now that young people are able to pick out hundreds of meanings with a single look, which one is not a peerless genius in cultivation.

When Banxi heard Shilu's emotion, he went astray with emotion. He poked his head and glanced at the screen—it turned out that Shilu somehow clicked into Weibo's CP Chaohua, and then clicked into the only avatar on the Chaohua list that he knew. square.

In the high-definition big picture, Uther looked at Bancy with a decadent and cold look, his half-closed eyes covered the light in his eyes, his neckline was unbuttoned three times to reveal a small half of his chest, his neck was long and fair, and his skin was so fair that it was full of words written all over the place. I can get my social security.

Interesting.

So Bansy happily took a screenshot and clicked on WeChat to share it with Uther himself, and got Uther "???" three times.

To be reasonable, how can there be a sea witch who is so fragile that he can fall over when he is pushed, and still be crying like this? Does he look down on his eighteen tentacles?

Uther's eighteen tentacles wanted to reason passionately with Bansy, but after Bansy shared it with him, he stuffed his mobile phone into Shilaw again, put the last bag of gifts into the energy track, and relaxedly leaned against Shilaw to fight. drowsy.

Leaning on the edge of the sled, he was afraid that if he fell asleep, he would really fall down. Even if he didn't fall to his death, it would be very embarrassing.

Rudolph yelled a number he couldn't understand, and started to turn around and go back the same way. The time was exactly twelve o'clock at the junction of today and tomorrow, and Bancy saw the line dividing time in the sky.

He couldn't see it before, the wizard's perception can only feel the time division line running across his body, which is not enough for him to see the projection of this line in reality.

But now he can see clearly that the thread is like a gurgling brook, a snake with a tail, in which the past and the future flow, and every drop of water is a woven destiny.

The light and snow sprinkled from those gift bags melted into this brook, and melted into the fate flowing in the brook.

A bit of coldness fell on the tip of Bancy's nose. He opened his eyes in trouble, thinking that something in the gift bag had drifted in the wrong direction, but he found that it was just a snowflake, an ordinary snowflake, flying lightly behind the sled with.

Like Christmas elves.

"Welcome back," he heard Rudolph say in a low voice.

Then, snowflakes flew from all directions. You should not see such heavy snow in a place like Shen City. They chased after the sled like white snowflakes flying wings. Every time they flapped, they could hear light laughter.

Bancy couldn't help reaching out to touch it, but was stopped by Rudolph again.

"Please don't," Rudolph said. "They'll melt, and I won't be able to take them home."

The same pronunciation in Chinese makes it difficult to accurately distinguish the context, but Banxi intuitively thinks that Rudolph used "them".He carefully looked at those snowflakes, those snowflakes were indistinguishable from ordinary snowflakes, each one was a perfect hexagon, and each one was pure white without any variegation.

"Is it Santa Claus?" Bancy said the interrogative sentence in an affirmative tone, and Rudolph only answered in silence. After a long time, he spoke softly and slowly.

"The kingdom of the far north is beautiful."

"Snow will fall from the sky one after another, and the aurora can be seen for eleven months in a year-it will never be seen in other places, like the afterglow left by the broken starlight at the end of the world."

"That's Santa Claus."

They used to be Santa Claus in red clothes and white beard, or grandpa who was thin, serious and childlike, or Peter Pan who was as light as an elf.Human beings have as many faces as there are Christmas fantasies.

They have exquisite magic, they are familiar with every child's dream and destiny, sneak into the river of fate at Christmas to do a little trick, and paint the surprise bright colors of Christmas in those fate lines no matter whether they are bitter or happy.

The deceased relatives meet in dreams, the lost treasures appear in unexpected places, and some beautiful and happy memories will be warmed as long as they are remembered.

But the mystery of the decline of the human world has built a high wall, and no matter what it looks like, they can no longer set foot in that world.

So those Christmas fantasies turned into snowflakes, auroras, and secrets in the gift bag, riding the wind with fate and flowing into the hearts of every child waiting for the gift.

Good kids deserve a Christmas surprise.

Then those pure white snowflakes that had lost all their brilliance flew back, but because of the disappearance of the magic, only the reindeer knew of their existence. Occasionally, some witches with strong perception could see them, but it was only for a moment.

Christmas reindeer guide these exhausted snowflakes home.No.12 months in the Far North Kingdom, the country that lost its magic is silent, the dark night is like a velvet blanket, covering the silent snow.

Rudolph stopped the sleigh before dawn, left Bancy and Shilu at the door of the small bungalow, and left in a hurry.Snow's wings fluttered behind his sleigh, and Rudolph hurried them home.

The return trip was always buzzing, and Rudolph could hear Snowflakes whispering to each other—talking about every nice kid they met and how they delivered a nice present, just like Santa Claus once ordered. Lighting the fire and curling up in the deck chairs, talking half-awake after Christmas.

The Christmas carol rang out, the snowflakes fluttered in pitch, passing through the wind and snow and stretching across the timeline, the harmony of two snowflakes was missing from the song.

Rudolph could tell that he knew every snowflake he brought, and the snowflakes also knew that they were a whole.

There are two snowflakes left forever. Santa Claus can't hurt others, but they can melt and turn into strength, and he can use all his magic to realize the deepest wish in the child's heart.

——Wu Xiaoya's mother woke up.

She was still a little groggy, and didn't know why she was in the hospital.

"Wu..." She repeated her husband's name, and stared at the policeman who took the record in an unfamiliar and puzzled tone, "Who is that?"

"Xiaoya is my own child, I have never been married."

"Why, can't you be a single mother?"

Yes, of course.

But in this case, it just doesn't work.

Li Ping, who just lay down in the rest room for 5 minutes and was woken up by the phone with a splitting headache, shook his snoring apprentice to get up to work.

It was getting white outside, and the small Christmas tree in the hall was lit all night long.

Bancy took a catch-up sleep in the bungalow, and slept until three o'clock in the afternoon.

Sleeping in the small bungalow was very comfortable. The energy field at the right node cleaned all his negative energy, and he woke up refreshed and happy. Even better, counting the days, before the first spring breeze came, he There are no holidays to come.

Bancy washed up and went downstairs. In the office, Shilu was reading a copy of "Excel Functions Encyclopedia", but his mind was not on the book at all, and he peeped at Bancy's reaction between the pages.

A gift with a bow is neatly placed on Bancy's desk.

Shi Li's expression was gloomy due to nervousness, pinching the pages of the book to make a few creases.

Bancy began to untie the bow.

Bancy unwrapped it.

Bancy opened the gift box!

The paper in Shili's hands cracked slightly, but unfortunately he didn't pay attention at all, he just stared at Bancy's reaction to the Christmas gift.

In the gift box is a tie, which Shilu picked out according to Bancy's dressing habits. The blue and green stripes are soft, and the unremoved price tag is four digits.

Bancy did not receive the payment text message, indicating that it was bought by Shilu with his own small treasury—a small treasury worth 130 yuan a month, even though Bancy refilled him with the money for buying pills not long ago, this tie is right. Timing is also an absolute luxury.

"Thank you." When Shilu heard Banxi thanking him, there was a soft smile in his voice.

The mist in those eyes slowly dissipated, and the green was as bright as the dawn.

When Shi Lu was exposed, he stopped pretending to read the book, put down the book and stared at Banxi with a gloomy face.

Bancy leaned closer, and when he was close enough, he could count Bancy's eyelashes.

"Dear Mr. Shilu." Bancy said, picking up the tie with his fingertips, and the ending sound raised a little ambiguous arc, "Perhaps the customs are different, but you must know that ties cannot be given casually."

Shilu held his breath and looked closely at this face, which was really beautiful. His eyebrows and eyes were like classical oil paintings, which were carefully carved with the most delicate brushstrokes layer by layer.

In particular, the color of the lips is light, and the shape of the lips is full and round, and the words are like two petals that are not yet open.

Dew trembled slightly.

He didn't care to listen to what Banxi was saying, and his body leaned forward and forward, and he couldn't tell whether it was unintentional or intentional, and touched the beautiful lips.

Sweet.

Bansy didn't move, but suddenly cut off halfway through the sentence, watching Shi Lu froze there, his face getting darker and darker, more and more like he was going to hit someone in the next second.

He suddenly laughed out loud.

"Okay." Bancy stepped back, and the tie was tied in a simple flat knot around his neck. "This is indeed a nice gift."

"I love so much."