That winter vacation, Shi Yang had two little tails behind him. The tails were head-to-tail, biting each other, firmly tied to his behind.
In the snow-covered family housing compound, Shi Yang held Zhao Meimei's hand, Zhao Meimei held Xu Xu's, and the three of them walked towards the small building.
Xu Xu stood outside the two-story building, looking at the tall iron gate in front of him, blinked his long eyelashes twice, his dark pupils brightened slightly.
Xu Xu walked slowly up the spiral staircase from the first floor to the second, keeping his head up as he watched Zhao Meimei who was guiding him and Shi Yang high above. It felt like Shi Yang's home was a castle, Shi Yang was the prince living in it, Zhao Meimei was the princess, and he was just a little dwarf with only a thatched cottage.
As the year-end approaches, the heating from the boiler room is well supplied.
Shi Yang entered the house and took off his down jacket.
