雪花一片片地从天空落下,轻盈而锋利地切割着寒冷的空气。远处的大街上圣诞树摆了出来,在依旧昏暗的早晨闪烁着迷离的红色或绿色。铃铛的声音隐约响起,与圣诞颂歌的声音相应和。一间并不算太温暖的屋子里,宣齐睁开了眼睛,手条件反射地伸向枕头底下,在确认那里空无一物、只有一片冰凉时,他默默叹了口气。家里一向不太富裕,因此他对于圣诞礼物也不太抱有幻想,但每个圣诞节,当伙伴们热火朝天地讨论自己 The snowflakes fall from the sky piece by piece, cutting the cold air lightly and sharply. The Christmas tree in the distance covered itself, blinking red or green in the still dark morning. The sound of the bell sounded vaguely, corresponding to the voice of the Christmas Carol. Not too warm in a room, Xuan Qi opened his eyes, hands under the pillow to reflect the conditions, to confirm there was nothing, only a cold, he silently sighed. The family has always been less affluent, so he is not too fantasies about Christmas gifts, but each Christmas, when partners are discussing themselves in full swing