"Oh, since ancient times, I have no more love and hatred. Come on, the young man will smash it. If there is a flower that can be broken, you must fold it. Don't let the golden cup face the moon empty." The old lady sighed, turned her head and stopped talking, and looked out the window quietly.

Xia Yuan felt very uncomfortable.

Where are so many old ladies in drama?

What's even more uncomfortable is that during Xia Yuan's communication with the old man, the naughty child behind him kicked his heel with his feet.

"hiss……"

Oh, brother, I can’t cure the old lady, I can’t cure you, a naughty child?

Xia Yuan turned around with a dark face.

"Uncle, the site is here." The child looked at him with a round smile.

His little face was flushed and his white face was red.

What does this mean?

This shows that children have good kidneys and strong blood and energy.

Xia Yuan looked up and looked at it, and there were still 5 stops away from Yunze Film and Television City.

"You don't know where I'm going, how do you know I'm at the station?" He lowered his head and touched the child's big head with his hand.

The child avoided a step and hurried behind his mother.

"Uncle, I mean he's at the station," the primary school student pointed at his finger and sat next to Xia Yuan, snoring loudly, "You promised to wake someone else up."

Oh, right.

Xia Yuan thought to himself, why did he forget what others had just told him?

He quickly woke up the middle-aged uncle.

"Brother, I'm at the station, Heping Road."

"ha?"

The big brother in black leather smeared the drool on his face and stood up all of a sudden.

When he saw that the car door was about to close, he quickly got out of the car in three steps in two steps.

"Thank you, brother."

...

After the passenger got off the bus, the bus slowly started.

The sky has ended and turned into purple black.

The lights outside lit up, and the noisy city highlighted the tranquility of people's hearts.

It was at this moment that snowflakes fell from the sky.

Xia Yuan couldn't help but feel aroused when he looked at these things from heaven.

A blurry outline appeared in the brain.

He lowered his head, as if he saw a plain and fair hand, holding a drop of melted snowflakes in his palm and put them in front of him.

The little ant in my heart is slowly crawling.

The little bat's little mouth was biting gently.

Itchy.

There is a numb feeling lingering.

...

Xia Yuan's throat itched and he couldn't help coughing.

He covered his mouth with his hands, not wanting to cause trouble to others.

Xia Yuan's eyes suddenly stopped and his pupils dilated slightly.

The throat is itchy because of the virus invasion.

So why is itchy?

It was then that he suddenly realized-

The old lady is right.

This is the power of longing.

If Missing has a mathematical model, then it is a line. You don’t know what it passed by or encountered. You only know its two endpoints.

One in your heart.

A person you miss.

He turned around and looked at the old man sitting behind him.

The old lady smiled at him with relief, like a Taoist sage who had attained enlightenment.

"hiss……"

Xia Yuan took a deep breath.

The naughty kid kicked his heel again.

Why did you still kick me?

If you don’t teach you a lesson today, you will be lawless!

Xia Yuan turned around with a dark face.

The child looked at him with his round face and frowned tightly.

"Uncle, can you tie your shoelaces?" The primary school student felt very uncomfortable. "I have been paying attention to you for a long time. I feel very uncomfortable when you do this."

“…”

Are you obsessive-compulsive disorder?

...

After returning home, the room was filled with a warm atmosphere.

The moment she saw Ying Sitong, Xia Yuan's heart suddenly calmed down.

Tonight is Christmas Eve.

After dinner, Xia Yuan lay on the sofa and watched TV calmly.

From time to time, the sound of Ying Sitong broadcasting live in the room came from Ying Sitong.

After a while, the beautiful young woman of the blood race got off the show and walked out of the room.

She walked to the window and looked outside silently, her eyes blurred.

"Wow, Christmas Eve, it's so lively outside. Should we go out and have a look?"

"You must have some misunderstanding about Christmas." Xia Yuan put his hand beside his mouth and coughed.

I thought to myself, you, an oriental native who has been born and raised for more than 1,800 years, still want to pull out the wool from the West?

Xia Yuan stood up and walked to Ying Sitong.

Looking out from the window, the property in the community below got a Christmas tree from where it was decorated with lights.

A group of little kids are playing chase game around it.

"Do you know the meaning of mistletoe?" Xia Yuan knocked his finger at the window glass and pointed to the green mistletoe wreath on the pine tree below.

"No, I don't want to know," Ying Sitong pouted angrily, "I don't believe you. You must say that I am the mistletoe parasitized on you, and I will squeeze you out sooner or later."

Xia Yuan smiled slightly, ignored her, and continued to talk to himself, "The God of Light in Nordic mythology is called Bader, he is the incarnation of glory and beauty, the god of spring and joy, the personification of light.

His father is Odin, the god king of the Asa tribe, his mother is the queen of the god Friga, and he and the god of darkness, Hodell, are twin brothers.

Bader often dreams of death.

His mother Friga felt very worried, so she traveled all over the world and asked all things to make a vow not to hurt Badell.

Everything is swearing, except for a mistletoe growing on the east side of the Valhalla, because it is too weak to hurt people.

The gods were happy for Badr. They threw their weapons at Badr, and they could not hurt the God of Light.

The evil god Loki was usually extremely jealous of the light Bader, so he killed him with a bow and arrow made of mistletoe.

Bader's mother—

When the God of Love Fu Lijia learned about it, she and the gods tried every means to save Bird's life and finally saved him.

Fu Lijia was very grateful, so she promised that no matter who stood under the mistletoe, she would give that person a mouthpiece, which would create the custom of mouthpiece under the mistletoe on Christmas.

And it also preserves the meaning of mistletoe symbols, love, peace and forgiveness, and these three are the spiritual essence of Christmas."

Xia Yuan smiled.

"So you understand that real Christmas is not to go out. You have to enjoy peace and peace at home. Only those who do not understand the meaning will regard it as a carnival."
To be continued...