A boy can act like a spoiled brat so well.

Zhibao had no intention of getting off Josnian's arms, and spoke to Josnian: "Dad, would you like to teach the baby how to write at night? You haven't been with the baby for a long time."

"Okay, I'll teach you tonight."

"Daddy is the best, Zhibao loves you."

Qiao Chengfan chuckled, this little guy had forgotten the last time he was scolded by Old Qiao to tears. He was wronged last time, but now he is hugging Old Qiao and not letting go!

"Dad, we have to build a snowman tomorrow." Zhibao made another request.

"Let's talk about tomorrow's matters tomorrow."

"Okay."

Not long after, Little Pomelo also came down from upstairs.

The hot pot was prepared in the kitchen, and the family sat together at the dining table.

The lights in the restaurant are bright, the warm-toned crystal lamps emit soft light, the clean white tableware is all shiny, and there is laughter and laughter everywhere.

At the beginning of winter, the capital is covered with snow.

The hot pot exudes hot mist and fragrant smell. The kitchen adds a lot of meat, and the children love it most.

As he eats, Little Pomelo will run around in various places, sometimes looking at the snow, and sometimes hugging Duoduo.

Her favorite thing is to go to the balcony along the stairs, stepping on the furry carpet with her leather shoes. It is the warmest time in winter, looking at the lights and snowflakes.

Sometimes she would chat with her classmates, sometimes she would talk to brother Shen Juan, and sometimes she would take the initiative to chat with adults, such as her uncle and her Uncle Cheng.

Of course, the person she wants to find most is little brother Ji Changmu.

But my little brother has to study and rarely replies to her.

Tomorrow will be another day when I won't see him.

She also ran along the indoor corridor to the south building, where she usually had classes.

The lights in the south building are bright, and there is a bottle of wintersweet on the desk, and the fragrance of flowers is overflowing.

She took a photo and showed it to Ji Changmu: "Look, Huahua."

It took a long time for Ji Changmu to reply to her with just one word: "Yeah."

Youyou: "When you come here next time, it will wither."

Ji Changmu: "There is no flower in the world that never withers."

Youyou: "No, there is."

Ji Changmu: "No."

Youyou: "Yes."

Ji Changmu didn't bother to argue with her and remained silent.

Youyou: "The flowers in my heart will never wither."

Ji Changmu: "..."

Where did you learn it, one set at a time.

At a young age.

Little Youzi sent him several cute emoticons. She has now learned to make her own emoticons, all made with the cute little Duoduo.

Ji Changmu did not respond.

Tired of reading, he turned and looked out the window. There was also a wintersweet blooming just outside the self-study classroom.

He doesn't have much pity for flowers and plants. He only knows that this world is inherently cold. If you look at it with a warm heart, you will be hurt and bleeding sooner or later. It is better to be indifferent.

This is what he learned when he was sixteen years old, and what happened later made him firmer on this idea.

He is neither light nor the sun. He has no need to warm anyone, and he does not need others to warm him.

If he wants to understand this, he can stop caring about everyone's eyes.

There were also students talking in low voices in the self-study classroom, and the two girls sitting behind him were talking about the Christmas activities that the school was about to hold. Each department held its own, and the largest one was held by the student union.
Chapter completed!