Time moves inch by inch, slowly, but also waiting. Snow at the end of the year. It seems to be much slower than usual. The witch in the snow, with her skirt lifted and turning, was also slowed down several times in Xu Xi's eyes. Is it beautiful? Actually not. The witch's movements are clumsy, stiff and unnatural, and the expression on her face is also very solemn, as if she is doing something solemn. Such movements and such demeanor are not linked to elegance. But Xu Xi likes such a witch. He smiled.
The pure white snowflakes fell from the sky, the snow and gray hair blended together, the brim of the hat and the eyes intertwined, and the bright and empty eyes reflected the traces of light. "...Teacher?" Seeing Xu Xi's smile, the witch stopped. She thought she did something wrong. It made Xu Xi laugh. "Is it ugly?" The empty eyes blinked, revealing obvious confusion from the beautiful three colors. That picture is a bit cute. In the snow, the witch stood blankly. Because she stopped suddenly, the witch hat on her head was slightly crooked, showing a unique cuteness in the mess. "No," Xu Xi shook his head, rejecting the witch's guess. "Krisha looks good wearing it." He said so, walked in front of the witch, stretched out his hands, pinched one side of the wide brim of the hat, and helped the witch to adjust the hat. In the process. Xu Xi's fingers touched the witch's gray-silver hair. It was a very smooth touch. It formed a silent and strong contrast with the dryness when they first met. Krisha stood quietly in place, feeling the warm hands passing by her ears, gently brushing her hair, and adjusting the oversized witch hat for her. The winter cold seemed to be shielded by this, bringing warm shelter to the witch. Wait until the arrangement is completed.
She thanked Xu Xi politely: "Thank you." That is, thanking Xu Xi for helping her to adjust her clothes. She also thanked Xu Xi for his compliment. It wasn't that the hat looked good, but that Krisa looked good wearing it. The clumsy witch caught the key words, and there was an inexplicable joy rising and falling in her chest, which made the witch's eyes waver. Xu Xi asked: "Krisa, will the hat be uncomfortable to wear?" The witch shook her head. "That's good", Xu Xi took a few steps back and observed Krisa's whole body wearing the hat from a farther and more comprehensive perspective. He nodded with satisfaction and showed an approving look. "Not bad, not bad, this hat suits you very well, Krisa." "It has a very mysterious temperament." Xu Xi thought that the witch was quite beautiful at the moment, not only with a delicate face, but also with a beautiful posture. The long gray-silver hair and the black tricorn hat set off each other, which was very eye-catching. He admired it from the bottom of his heart. And bought the hat. The hat was not expensive, just a very ordinary price. "Teacher, is this... a New Year's gift for me?" After leaving the hat shop, the witch asked Xu Xi. "Of course not." Xu Xi was a little surprised by the witch's question. He smiled and explained that it was just an ordinary little thing, not a New Year's gift. Xu Xi felt that it was somewhat irresponsible to use a little thing bought on the street as an important New Year's gift. The reason for buying the witch's hat this time. Just think that this hat is very suitable for Krisa, and Krisa is also interested in it. That's all. "Do you think so..." The slender white fingertips touched the necklace on the chest, and then touched the edge of the hat on the top of the head, gently stroking half a circle, stroking the two things given by Xu Xi. The witch felt that these two completely different items had similar inner qualities. That was indescribable. It could warm the cold heart.
"Teacher..." Krisa said softly: "This hat, just treat it as a New Year's gift for me..." The gift is not important. The value is not important. What is important is the intention hidden inside the gift. The immortal witch has already felt the warmth from Xu Xi, which enveloped her all the time and drove away the cold winter for her. "I like your gift... very much." The witch added. The plain voice seemed different from before, like a slowly flowing stream with a few more splashes. "This-" Xu Xi hesitated a little, he still felt that giving an ordinary hat was a bit too perfunctory. But since Krisa liked it and said she wanted to make such a decision. Xu Xi could only agree. "Okay, as long as Krisa likes it." Xu Xi laughed and continued to walk with the witch on the empty streets of Yanshan City and returned to the direction of the courtyard. The development of events is often beyond expectations. Xu Xi did not expect that one of the three New Year gifts that troubled him would be solved by such a coincidence. "The only ones left are Mo Li and Ying Xue." "I hope it will go just as smoothly later." He stepped forward, crushing the silent winter. He looked out, and saw a city covered in frost and snow. The winter sun shone on the snow, reflecting a flowing halo, which was trampled and crushed by passers-by in the dreamlike haze. Xu Xi led Krisa, led her through the noisy avenue, turned into a quiet alley, stepped lightly on the steps, and walked from the darkness to the light. The witch let herself be led. In a trance. She recalled that day long ago. In the dark alley, there was an unpleasant smell of decay, and a dazzling light shone into the darkness, gently holding her hand and leading her to the light. Just like now.
Krisa took off her hat. One of her hands was held by Xu Xi, and the other hand gently grasped the hat and covered it in front of her chest. The overly wide brim of the hat would cover her sight, making it impossible for the witch to fully see the existence of "light", so she took off her hat. "Teacher." The outline of the courtyard appeared in front of her. At the moment of going home, Krisa asked Xu Xi a strange question: "Is the power of love really infinite?" Xu Xi was stunned for a moment, and then smiled and replied: "I'm not sure, but maybe it is." "What's wrong, Krisa, why do you ask such a question suddenly?" "It's okay..." The witch shook her head. She stared blankly at the high sky. The power of love, perhaps as the mentor said, is endless. But—— The place of love is limited. Warm and passionate love is the only salvation in the cold winter, and there are countless people who covet it. The witch is not greedy and selfish. But she doesn't like crowds. She doesn't like to let others occupy her position, so that she can't see the sun's light and feel the warmth of the light. Ah, it's so annoying... Krisa silently clenched Xu Xi's hand. The shadow born of light is unwilling to follow silently and move forward passively. This time, the shadow will take the initiative to catch up with the light and walk with the light. "Let's go, Krisa, we're home." "...Yes."