squeamish bag he was reborn

The day before Shen Qiyou's birthday, the first snow of this winter fell in City A. It couldn't be said how big it was, but it fell for a long time, and the sky and the earth were all white.

Song Yuan stared at the snow outside the window during recess time, without blinking his eyes, it was very novel, like a southern child who had never seen snow.

"Don't look too long."

After finishing a question, Shen Qiyou saw that the other party was still maintaining the posture just now and reminded him in a low voice: "Looking at it for too long will make your eyes uncomfortable."

After staring at the person outside the window for a while, he responded, then turned his head and smiled sweetly at the person, with a nostalgic voice: "I remember the past..."

Song Yuan is afraid of the cold, but he has zero resistance to a beautiful elf like snow. What he envied most when he was a child was the scene of children of his age making snowmen and having snowball fights outside.

That was something he never had.

He has no children to play with him, and he can't bear the pain of being frozen by the overwhelming snow.

The only time he pestered Song Ting to build a snowman when he was a child, but the snow melted before half of his hands were finished, and he shed tears, even with thick gloves.

So that when I grow up, I won't take the initiative to touch it.

So Song Yuan could only watch helplessly for many, many years, until he met Gu Nian'an.

Encouraged by the other party, he once again put on special gloves and tried to build a snowman for the second time.

At that time, the situation was similar to the present, except that the snow had stopped, and the ground was covered with thick snow, pure white. With the help of Gu Nian'an, Song Yuan quickly piled up a simple snowman.

Although it is not perfect, but because of his clumsy appearance, he also looks naive. Song Yuan couldn't restrain the joy in his heart, and he couldn't even care about the pain from the cold on his hands, so he happily shared it with him.

But the man at that time just looked at him and smiled, and then stuffed the red and swollen hands into his arms without any barriers.

Song Yuan still remembers the warmth when his cold hands touched the other's warm abdomen.

I also remember the snowman model that the other party gave me not long after, it was exactly the same as the one they piled up that day, it was scaled down and Song Yuan made it into his key pendant.

Gu Nian'an said that in this way, he would not be afraid that his snowman would melt and disappear.

……

Song Yuan regained consciousness from the memories, and saw the young man in front of him pursing his lips slightly. He probably knew the reason, and ticked his little finger under the table coaxingly, and instantly broke it with one touch: "This We discussed the issue."

"You can't always be jealous of yourself like this."

Shen Qiyou's earlobe was inconspicuously red, he staggered his eyes, then hummed, and it took a long time before Song Yuan heard his low voice.

"I can also make a snowman."

"Better-looking than the previous ones."

Song Yuan was dumb for a moment before laughing softly: "I know."

"Then let's make another one today, shall we?"

Song Yuan didn't wait until Shen Qiyou came back to build a snowman with him.

In the afternoon Qin Mian came and called him away, and he has not come back until now.

The worry in Song Yuan's heart became bigger and bigger, he knew that Shen Qiyou and Qin Mian should have some kind of relationship, maybe it was just delayed by something, but he still felt flustered for no reason when he looked at the phone interface that had not responded.

This worry reached its peak in the evening self-study.

He almost rushed to Teacher Qin's office at the fastest speed, and was taken aback when he saw the obviously red and swollen eyes of the other party, and his heart beat uncontrollably when he got the answer from the other party.

He said that Shen Qiyou had already gone back.

But Song Yuan didn't see him.

Qin Mian also panicked. He stood up and wanted to say something to Song Yuan, but before he could say anything, he saw the well-behaved and steady student in his impression and ran out without even saying hello.

Then he came back within a few seconds, looked at him and asked, "Mr. Qin, is it because of his... father?"

The author has something to say:

Keke, short chapter

Continue to give out red packets~

Also, there are probably two or three chapters to come.