[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Before Christmas, Washington ushered in the first snow. By the time the Christmas holiday began, the white snow had already crushed the trees on the street to the ground.

No matter how busy the BAU is at work, there is still some Christmas holidays. Thank God there are no serial killers out this Christmas.

Oliver rushed home to Nebraska.

In the end, he still didn't ask about Natasha's lipstick number, so he had to choose the special Christmas color of his sister Lily's favorite brand to take back as a Christmas gift.

A sapphire necklace for mother Lim and a set of bone china teacups for father Colin.

But now it's Christmas Eve, all the presents can only be piled under the tall Christmas tree by the fireplace.The town is backed by mountains, and everyone's Christmas tree comes from fresh green pine on the mountain.

Oliver and Lily hung ornaments one by one on the branches of the Christmas tree, colored lights, painted stars with gold powder, stuffed a small gift box with candy, but in recent years there have been more gears or black lace flowers .

Lily doesn't know why she is obsessed with goth style.

"Is work going well?" Lily approached her brother and asked in a low voice.

Oliver did not tell his parents what he would do after graduation.This is just a quiet and remote town, the only tailor in Lim town, but there are many fewer people who need tailor-made clothes these years, and she has more time to go hunting in the mountains. Colin has a coffee shop, it is said that he It was here that I met Lim and fell in love.

Seeing that Oliver never mentioned his work, the two of them didn't ask any more questions. It was just that Lily kept asking, and Oliver had to tell her.

"I transferred to the FBI"

"why"

"Well, I'm happy."

Lily glared at him, and the two metal bells in her hands were hung on a branch. The slender branch couldn't bear the weight, and broke with a snap, and the small bells rang when they fell to the ground.

Compared with Oliver's, Lily's eyes are greener, very much like her mother Lim, with soft blue waves and her favorite black smoky makeup, like a willful deer.

Oliver grinned, and raised his hand to stroke his sister Mai's blond hair.

"I want to dye my hair light blonde."

"Any color looks good."

"Shouldn't you persuade me not to dye my hair?"

"Why? You have the right to choose."

"Then I say I like a boy in school, and you will agree"

"But will you like them?" Oliver wasn't worried at all.

"Well, no." Lily lowered her head, "That's why you rejected all the people who pursued you back then."

"Well, how do you know this?" Oliver wondered.

"There are still legends about you in the school, didn't you expect that?"

There is only one middle school in the town, and all the children are alumni of this school.

Oliver touched his chin, "What are they talking about?"

"Say you're frigid."

Hehe, Oliver didn't want such a legend at all.

Seeing her brother's suddenly stiff expression, Lily kindly changed the subject, "Oliver, how about growing your hair?"

"En." Oliver scratched at the blond hair. He hadn't had a haircut for a while, and the blond hair had grown below the ears, and the long, soft hair curled into faint arcs.

"Wait for me," Lily said.

She took a piece of rubber band and tied the hair at the back of Oliver's head together, and there were some strands of hair that had fallen out of line around the ears and curled up next to the cheeks.

Lily plucked a dark green ribbon from the Christmas tree and wrapped it around her hair, and tied it with a bow. She also put on a pair of metal-rimmed round-frame glasses, which softened his sharp-edged face lines.

Oliver wore only a black turtleneck sweater in the warm room, outlining his waist and muscular lines just right. The red fire in the fireplace reflected a faint blue light on the lens.

"Perfect!" Lily exclaimed in surprise, her attire was even more animalistic, she didn't dare to say the second part of the sentence, it would be a pity if her brother shaved his hair on impulse.

"As long as you're happy," Oliver said.

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On Christmas Eve, after a sumptuous dinner, Lily, as usual, begged her parents to open the presents now.

Lim agreed with a big wave of her hand. According to her idea, this is saving Santa Claus the workload.

The family sat around the Christmas tree, and the mahogany floor reflected the fire and shaking figures.

Oliver received a pair of buckskin gloves from Colin, which he guessed Colin and Lim got while hunting deer in the mountains together.

Lim's gift is a fir recurve bow. Oliver hasn't changed to a new bow since he went to college. A few years ago, when he came back from Christmas, he took out the bow and arrow on a whim, but found that the old bow was very difficult to handle. Now the new bow has a hook. It aroused Oliver's interest in hunting.

Lily gave a copper tie clip with a few small metal flowers and leaves wrapped around the clip.

"I made it, do you like it?" Lily looked expectant.

Oliver was really surprised, "How many failures there are before you make this perfect finished product."

Lily hissed, staring at the ceiling and counting her failures.

"It's quite a lot, about half a catty." She said awkwardly.

"Let me see" Oliver smiled playfully.

Lily took Oliver into the room and took out a box full of scrap metal from the bedside table.

Oliver picked out the scraps one by one and saw that they were all in the shape of metal clips, but many of them were crooked metal rods that looked like twists. I really don't know how she twisted these shapes.

But when the number of failed products increased, Lily's craftsmanship also improved, and finally the little guy in the gift box came into being.

Lily glanced at the door to make sure it was closed tightly, and asked, "Oliver, do you remember the question from the other day? You're really frigid."

Oliver rolled his eyes "do you think I do?"

"Well, then you're still single"

"Correct."

"Then whose size you sent before is not your size, unless you ran to cut your shoulders."

Oliver did send back a size, and he wanted to ask his mother to make a suit for Hotch as a Christmas present.

"I have a crush on someone." Oliver had nothing to shy away from Lily.

"Ah, what stage have you guys developed?" Lily ignited the soul of gossip.

"Barely a stage."

"Let me think about it, there are still two months for Valentine's Day, which is too long. Today is Christmas Eve, why don't you run back with him?"

"I'll be back with you."

"Isn't it just Christmas? Lim and Colin have spent 28 with you, and even I have spent 16 with you. But it's just your first Christmas with him."

"It deserves to be said to be frigid." Lily looked at him resentfully.

She opened the window, and there was no snow on Christmas Eve in Nebraska this year, but a layer of fluffy after-snow piled on the ground from the heavy snow of the previous few days.

"Nebraska's winter has been mild this year," Lily said.

But Washington was colder than usual, the cold air outside the window roared into the room, Lily shut the window with a shiver.

Oliver stared at the deep blue snowballs on the cedar outside the window, Jack should be at Haley's house, Hotch guessed that he could only spend Christmas at home alone, Oliver's apartment in Washington couldn't have a fireplace like here.

It should be snowing there, the high-rise apartment can overlook the night view of Washington DC, and the car lights are like golden rivers, dyeing the distant night through, but Hotch is the only one there.

"Do you think it's too late for me to rush back now?" Oliver came back to his senses.

"It's time to book a plane ticket and you can arrive before dawn. Do you think my suggestion to open the gift in advance is correct?"

"Great, I'll go back now."

"Then how do you tell Lim and Colin"

"So I'm going to sneak away."

"Where's that suit?"

"Mom's workshop."

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Christmas in Hotch is even less fun than Oliver thought.

Jack and Haley went home, and so did Oliver, who lived with them.Now only Hotch is left alone in this huge house.

He's suddenly nostalgic for the old Christmas holidays when serial killers were rampant.

In the past few days, his life was the same as usual, going to bed and getting up at regular intervals, but instead of working, he looked at his strange collection of books in Oliver's study.

Criminal investigation novels, psychological works, fairy tale books, history and comics of Captain America, research on genetic evolution, and so on.The snow outside the window fell from dawn to dusk, and I saw a light blue misty scene, and white mist rose from the coffee in the water cup at hand.

He fell asleep early and had no dreams until the sound of footsteps and the opening of the door woke him up.

Oliver is home, no one should be here.The sound stopped after the door knocked.

Hotch fumbled the gun from the bedside table alertly, and opened the door softly.He was near Oliver's bedroom, where the voice had just disappeared.

Perhaps Oliver came back. Hotch didn't put down his gun, but changed his attacking posture.

He turned on the light in the bedroom.

Oliver did rush back from Nebraska, thousands of miles away, and collapsed on the bed without changing his clothes, pulled the quilt and fell asleep.

The bright lights suddenly turned on, Oliver was so tired that he didn't even want to open his eyes, the mutant ability had already detected the existence of Hotch for him, and said wearily: . "Aaron, can you turn off the lights? I just got off the plane."

"Oliver..."

"I'll talk about it tomorrow morning." Oliver covered his forehead with the quilt, revealing only the soft blond hair on his head, "Let me sleep for a while."

This is exactly the same as he usually stays in bed and doesn't want to get up.But today Hotch won't wake him up, but instead helps him close the window that he opened to let the air flow out when he left, blocking the flying snowflakes.

"Good night."

"Good night." Oliver said in a muffled voice.

Hotch exited the room and saw a gift box on the table, tied with a dark green ribbon.

There is a piece of paper on the gift box that says "TOAaron. Please take a look." This is Oliver's handwriting.

Hotch obeyed the note and opened the box, which contained a dark blue suit, which was of excellent workmanship in terms of fabric and threading. He remembered that Oliver also had a very similar suit.