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He covered his head tightly under the quilt, no matter how the night outside the window swept the room, he also ignored the voices of the godfather and Tom discussing from downstairs from time to time.

All the gifts scattered on the bed were gifts from him. For Christmas, he received gifts from three people in total.

What Alex Hansen gave him was a black leather notebook. Both of them were students in the second grade of elementary school. Although they were not in the same class, Alex knew him very well and knew that he liked writing very much.

He put the black notebook on the pillow, and a box of crystal clear cherry blossom pudding next to the notebook was a Christmas gift from Fan Kai.He also casually threw the box of pudding on the pillow, holding tightly in his arms a package wrapped in purple wrapping paper, which he hadn't opened yet.But because of the force of the arms, the box has been deformed a bit.

He stuck his head out from under the quilt, and threw the gift in his arms out with a "snap!"Then he seemed to realize something, ran out of bed with bare feet in a panic, and carefully picked up the small gift box that he threw out just now in his tantrum, into his arms again.

He acted like a mentally ill patient who was worried about gains and losses, sitting in a corner in the corner, and then bit by bit removed the bow on the purple wrapping paper box.

Inside the cardboard box lay a brand new pair of sneakers, just the right size for him.This was a gift from his godfather, and Spie put the shoes back into the box with a blank expression, and then stuffed him under the bed, ignoring him.

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The house at No. 16 Spider's End Lane is still filled with cold air, and in the living room that has not yet been illuminated by lights, the young man is shivering under the quilt.

The weather at the end of December is always too cold, even if you close your eyes, you can't sleep because of the cold.In his active brain, he was always thinking about some messy things.

How long?

On such a merry day, Spinner's End seemed to have nothing to do with the streets that basked in the joy of Christmas.This alley will never lead to a bright place, and he is hidden in the shadow by the tall buildings around him.In the alleys of Spider's End, no weeds ever grow, only foul-smelling garbage and blackened pus.

Even with the battered window of his house closed, he could still smell the filth beyond the walls.

Just when he felt that he was about to freeze to death, he heard a sound of "plop plop", and something seemed to fall from the stove.

Jeddah has understood from a very young age that Santa Claus does not exist.He had never had a present from Santa under his pillow, and he hadn't had Christmas cake in a long time.

More memories are in his vague memory. His mother held a small piece of cake and asked him to hide in the room and eat it quickly.

He leaned forward, shook off the unrealistic thoughts in his head, carried the patched quilt, and came to the stove with bare feet.

Because the light was too dim, he could only see a square object in the ashes of the stove.But that square object was big enough, otherwise it wouldn't have splashed the dust from his fireplace all over the room.

He reached out to touch it, and suddenly found that it was a gift box.

The doubts in his heart were suddenly filled, he didn't care who gave this gift?But at least he could smell the aroma of food.He couldn't wait to take out the gift box from inside, and hurriedly threw himself back on the bed, with the dark quilt still draped over his shoulders.

When he carefully opened the gift box, he found that it was filled with many gifts and a note.

He has been hungry for a long time, because since he rescued the resident who lived in the Cherry Manor, Tobia has severed relations with him, and every time he meets him, he almost punches him.

That's why he always has injuries on his face these days.

He opened the note, his hands were shaking, but he still had the courage to read the contents inside.

[Dear Jeddah.

Merry Chrismas!Living in such a severe environment, I am very gratified to still be able to maintain a childlike heart.Thank you so much for that little bit of kindness that saved my life.I also know that you are forced to.I will not pursue your responsibility, but I am very angry that you concealed my things after I lost my memory!Really, Jeddah.I hope I will never do such a thing again next time, it is very bad!Hope you like my gift and Merry Christmas!

Your friend Chen Junyu. ]

He finished reading the delicate letters on the note, and his whole heart kept beating.He never thought that the owner of the Cherry Manor would forgive himself, nor did he think that on such a special day, he would receive a gift from the other party.

He was so ashamed of guilt, his eyes were like a faucet that had been turned on, and tears poured out from inside.

"I'm sorry..." Holding the note in his hand, he curled up under the quilt while saying sorry.

After crying, he began to carefully examine the gifts in the box.

A jar of strawberry jam, a bottle of fruit salad, four packs of milk bread, and a large pack of fresh fruit.What surprised him even more was that a pair of brand new shoes were placed on the bottom floor.If he hadn't removed the upper shelf, he would have found it hard to believe that there was a pair of shoes underneath.

He couldn't believe that the owner of the Cherry Manor was so careful, seeing this pile of tempting food and the pair of shoes that moved his heart and could survive the cold winter.The guilt in his heart couldn't be pulled out no matter what, like a cancer, deeply rooted, making him regret it endlessly.

As he choked up and ate the cake, he wondered if he was hated by the owner of the Cherry Manor.Will your previous actions make the other party disgusted?Will there be no chance to talk and meet again in the future?

This night, he spent a cold day amidst wild thoughts.

New year, new weather.

Chen Junyu replaced the 1934 calendar hanging board with a new 1935 calendar.And use a red marker to draw a big circle on January 1st.

"Is the godfather waiting for an important date?" Spie pulled his head from behind Chen Junyu, looked curiously at the mark on January 1 on the calendar, and asked after making sure that he didn't have any special marks.

Chen Junyu smiled brightly, "Of course!