Little Candy wore a thick scarf, and she jumped up and ran over.

She feels so happy to have two uncles playing with her.

Song Shaojun bent down to shovel the snow and piled the shoveled snow together. After a while, he piled up a bulging body.

"It should be higher." Little Candy gestured.

"Okay." Song Shaojun added more snow.

The wind is not strong, but it is very cold outside. This is a temperature unique to winter, which makes people's faces turn red from the cold.

Song Shaoyan didn't have a scarf, so he watched them play alone and couldn't participate.

There was a gradually dimming light in his distant eyes. As he was now, he couldn't accompany Little Candy on many things. He didn't want to be like this, but he was really incomparable to Song Shaojun.

He can work hard on everything else, but what about this?

No matter where he goes, he can only sit in a wheelchair. People like him are destined not to be the pride of Little Candy.

She is still young and may not care about some things now. When she grows up, she will definitely care that he is disabled and will deliberately distance herself from him.

He didn't want to cause such secondary damage to Little Candy.

When he came downstairs just now, he was still feeling throbbing and happy. At this moment, Song Shaoyan's heart was frozen by the ice and snow outside, and he suddenly sank into the ice cellar.

Little Candy and Song Shaojun had a great time. They built a tall snowman, which was bigger than other children's builds.

"Uncle, there should be eyes, a nose, a mouth, a scarf and a hat here." Little Candy said seriously.

"Wait a minute, uncle will go to your house to look for materials." Song Shaojun rubbed his hands. It was really cold outside, and his coat couldn't keep out the cold.

"good."

"Be careful, don't catch a cold. It's too cold. Remember to wrap your scarf well."

"I know, Uncle Shao Jun." Little Candy was very happy.

It's better to be a child, not afraid of the cold at all, Song Shaojun curled his lips.

He walked back and happened to see Song Shaoyan sitting on the roadside.

Song Shaoyan was also very thinly dressed, and he didn't have a scarf.

Song Shaojun almost forgot about him. When he was just building a snowman, Song Shaoyan didn't say a word. Now he just looked at the position of Little Candy silently without saying a word. His eyes were so deep that people couldn't see through them.

Peaceful and calm, like a pool of ancient well water.

The wind blew across Song Shaoyan's face, and his long eyelashes were covered with crystal water drops, which were traces of melted snow.

Fortunately, it's not snowing heavily at the moment, otherwise Song Shaoyan would be very cold sitting here.

Song Shaojun was too lazy to take care of him. He was already in his thirties, and it was not his younger brother's turn to take care of him.

When Song Shaojun went upstairs, he happened to meet Ning An coming down. They said hello, Song Shaojun went back to find materials for Little Candy, and Ning An went downstairs.

Ning An saw Song Shaoyan at a glance. What happened to him?

"Mom, uncle, look, does the snowman look good?" The little candy is jumping up and down, and the pink scarf is also jumping.

Ning An, who was wearing snow boots, walked over, bent down and helped Little Candy build a snowman, decorate it, and talked softly to the little girl.

Song Shaoyan couldn't hear what they were saying.

The winter wind cut his face like a knife, and he didn't even notice it. He only felt that the blood all over his body was freezing and solidifying a little bit.

In front of his eyes, there were only fluttering snowflakes and the moving figures of Ning'an's mother and daughter.

The world is so big, but he is like a superfluous person.
Chapter completed!