Xie Yu came to his brother''s house, and his niece jumped into his arms with cheers. Not for anything else, just because she knows that every time her uncle comes, he will bring her delicious snacks.

    "Xie Yu, you''re coming," a woman of his age came over and grabbed his ear. "You dragged on again yesterday! Why are you so salty fish!"

    "Ah ah! Let go, it hurts..." Xie Yu screamed.

    At this time, his brother also came: "wife, come on, it''s too late. There must be a traffic jam on the road today. We have to start early."

    "Oh, OK, OK," the woman who grabbed Xie Yu''s ear immediately let go and began to change shoes. She also patted him, "remember to update! I will lose sleep if I don''t read two chapters every night!"

    "Hiss... Call me over, take the children and ask me to update. Are you two demons?" Xie Yu protested.

    However, this has no practical significance.

    His brother said, "anyway, you are also a single dog. You have too much energy. It''s good for your health to do more work and consume energy."

    The sister-in-law said, "yes, if you have a girlfriend, I won''t rush."

    The two said and went out. Xie Yu looked at her leaving back and said silently: I may not be able to make a girlfriend.

    In high school for three years, they had the same table for three years, and he had a crush on her for three years.

    Six years ago, at the high school graduation party, he was going to confess to her.

    But after all, I still lack some courage.

    By the time I saw her again, she was standing next to her brother and had a big stomach.

    He joked that she liked uncle and was still fighting with her as usual. In fact, he was a poor man crying behind with a picture of a smiling face.

    Xie Yu closed the door, adjusted his expression, turned and looked at his two nieces and his nephew who was still in the cradle: "OK! What do you want to play? First say well, don''t let me be a horse."

    "I want to ride a donkey!" Xie Yan, who is well known by a teacher, raised her hand and shouted.

    ……

    Late at night, Xie Yu, who managed to coax several children to sleep, lay in bed and opened his notebook.

    The unruly couple booked the presidential suite in a 5-star hotel for Christmas Eve. He will definitely not come back tonight. He was alone in the dark room and had to go to station B to relieve his loneliness.

    "Speaking of it, the godmother seems to say that Christmas sends new songs." the time in the lower right corner shows that it has passed 0 o''clock. Xie Yu looked at the news and found that yeast Tsing Yi released a new video.

    "Serious snow?" Xie Yu read the name of the video title and clicked it.

    "The snow is falling so deep and so seriously

    Reflect my scars lying in the snow

    ……”

    Perhaps the mood just fit. Xie Yu''s mood was affected by the song all at once.

    “……

    Love so seriously, love so seriously

    But I still heard you say it''s impossible

    ……”

    When a song was finished, Xie Yu suddenly realized that there were two more lines of tears on his face.

    "Godmother, do you want to be so cruel," he said in a low and calm voice, "I''ve been so miserable. Now even listening to your songs will be abused. I, I..."

    He kept wiping his tears, but they couldn''t stop at all.

    When Xie Feiyan and AI Tingyu came back the next morning, they saw Xie Yu whose eyes were swollen like steamed stuffed buns.

    "Wow! Don''t you worry? Did they make you sleep well yesterday?"

    "I''ll boil you an egg."

    "No," Xie Yu shook his head. "I have to go home and update. You''re busy with your own."

    With that, he left his brother''s house with a desire to escape.

    When he went out, he suddenly found that it was snow-white outside.

    "Is this... Snow? It will snow in xiakong?" Xie Yu was in a trance. He had lived here for six years and had never seen snow once.

    He suddenly remembered the sentence in the lyrics of last night''s song "sudden snow in the summer sky, which has not snowed for more than ten years". He just felt it was too appropriate.

    "Is God also hinting at me?" Xie Yu''s face showed some bitterness and shook his head. "What do you think? Hurry home and update."

    ……

    Xiliang demon village.

    Simon Qing raised his hands and said wrongfully, "I didn''t do it."

    Song Yunwu looked at her: "it hasn''t snowed in xiakong for more than ten years. It''s so sudden this time. You''re too suspicious."

    "It''s not me. I don''t believe you ask akaleen." Simon Qing pointed to the golden double drill bit on one side.

    Hashimoto also followed: "I have no ability. It seems that the snow is really a natural weather."

    "Really?" although song Yunwu still had some doubts, since they all said so, she couldn''t question again. After all, she has no evidence.

    "Is it really so coincidence?"

    "It''s such a coincidence," Simon Qing said with a smile. "It seems that God is protecting me. If I want a snow, it really gives me a snow. I feel very inflated now. Am I the protagonist in the novel?"

    "OK, don''t think about it. I have something to discuss with you." Song Yunwu took her into the room.

    "What''s up, charterer?"

    Song Yunwu said, "the publishing house has decided to publish the working cell booklet."

    Hearing the speech, Ximen Qing suddenly showed a surprised expression: "ha ha, are you finally going to publish a booklet? Royalties! I''m going to have royalties!"

    Publishing a separate edition means that a large amount of money will be recorded in the account, which XiMenqing has been longing for. Just point to this to get rid of poverty and get rich.

    "Don''t get excited," Song Yunwu said. "The publishing house contacted me to discuss the signing with me."

    Signing can improve sales, especially the other work "Tianlong eight" of "dance feeling" is now on the right track. If they hold a signing meeting, they may be able to line up a long queue and hype appropriately at that time. So Mars square editorial department must want to hold it.

    What song Yunwu wants to say is: "the question now is, the dance situation is the two of us. Are you going to the signing meeting or not?"

    "No," Simon Qing shook his head decisively, "I''m not going to bask in the sun. I''ll just have you."

    "However, I''m the only one with incomplete dance feelings." Song Yunwu is still struggling with these. She doesn''t want to write the pseudonym of dance feeling alone. She always hopes to bring Ximen feeling with her.

    Simon''s feeling didn''t matter: "don''t care about these details. I have another better suggestion than going with me."

    "What?"

    "That''s to make your instant noodles straight!" Ximen Qing threw song Yunwu on the bed. "You''ll be the face of dance Qing in the future. It''s outrageous to wear this hairstyle all the time. I, Ximen senior officials, will save your appearance today!"