[Di Qiao whistles to] Formal marriage

?? Di Joe velvet daily

??Sentry dio, Wizard Jojo, Sentinel Furry

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1.

This year's snowfall is very heavy, and every snow that falls is a lot of snowflakes sticking together, like a ball of melted cream ice cream, covering every corner of the backyard of Dior's house in a short time.

Little Qiao Luno was lying on his stomach in front of the French window, with his two little hands pressed against the glass, his eyes wide open.He stared at the snow-white world outside—obviously, this was a major event in his life.

Even if Jonathan brought out the freshly baked cake, the aroma of milk and eggs filled all the gaps, but it still failed to draw his attention away.He looked at the snow in the yard and thought of the soft cream on the birthday cake, or the delicious butter on the toast for breakfast.

"Funny, the cake is ready to eat." Jonathan called his son's baby name, and walked out of the kitchen, only to find that the little boy who was sitting at the table doing puzzles had long since disappeared.The jigsaw puzzle has been completed, and there is a note under it, which reads in crooked handwriting: "Rongrong went to the living room to play."

Jonathan walked to the living room and saw Giorno who was struggling with the balcony glass door.He grasped the edge of the glass door with both hands, and leaned back hard. Even his mental body, the snow leopard cub, was biting the hem of the main body's clothes to help.The boy's face was flushed red from the exhaustion of his whole body, and tears even came out of the corners of his eyes.

Before he had time to make a move, Danny ran out of the guide's mental realm and opened the glass door with the top of his head. The inertia caused little Qiao Luno and Snow Leopard to fall into a ball.Ignoring the pain of falling to the ground, the little boy quickly got up, looked at the outside world that was zero distance from him, said "Wow--", and was about to run out with bare feet, and the little snow leopard followed happily.

"Furry!" Jonathan finally called out to the enthusiastic Giorno.

The little boy pointed outside and introduced to his father: "Dad! This is snow!"

Jonathan walked up to his son, closed the glass door with one hand, and put his other hand around him: "Honey, it's too cold outside, you'll catch a cold if you go out like this." He took his son into the room and dressed him. Put on the thick little cotton clothes, and then supervise the little boy to put the cotton shoes on his feet.

"Has the teacher talked about snow?" He asked Giorno.

"As I said before, snow is white, snow is cold, and snow is sweet."

"Sweet?"

"This is my guess." The boy told him honestly.

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Dio returned home and searched around the house but did not see the father and son.When he approached the balcony, he saw father and son standing in the yard wrapped in thick cotton clothes.They are raising their heads, opening their mouths to catch the snow, and their movements are uniform.The younger one has a serious face, and the older one has a serious face as if he is doing scientific research.

Dior:?

He took out his phone and took a photo before knocking on the glass door with his index knuckle to remind the two of them to go home by themselves.

2.

Dior was lying on the sofa looking through the photo album of his mobile phone, and seeing the photo of the silly father and son eating snow, he couldn't help laughing.

Giorno, who was sitting on the carpet playing with the snow leopard with a toy car, was startled by his father's laughter. He climbed onto the sofa, supported Dio's leg, and walked from the other side of the sofa to Dio's side. The little head leaned forward: "Father, what are you looking at?"

Dio put the phone screen close to his little head.Giorno looked at the screen and recalled: "Ah, I ate snow, and snow has no taste."

Dio asked him, "Really? Have you tasted all the snow?"

"No," Giorno also asked him, "Then have you tried it?"

Dior said: "Me neither, but I know that there is one thing that is sweet in winter."

When it snowed a few days ago, the little boy had been observing the outside world with great interest, because the outside looked so delicious.At this time, he heard his father say this seriously, and he was extremely curious: "What is it?"

He got up and walked to the balcony, with a little tail attached to his back.Dio pointed to the iron railing in the backyard: "See that?"

Giorno probed and looked: "Iron railing?" He thought those white things were sweet, after all, they looked like icing sugar.As for the red-brown iron railing, it is not attractive just by looking at it.

"That's right, that's sweet." Dio closed his eyes with a peaceful expression, as if looking for good memories: "Although the smell of iron cannot be avoided, once it snows, it will produce a strange sweet smell. I grew up in a poor family and looked forward to the chance to lick the iron railing every winter - that was the most delicious candy to me."

"Does iron have a taste?" Giorno had never heard anyone say that before.

"Hey, then you really earned it. If you have a chance to lick it, you can not only taste the sweetness, but also the taste of iron." At this time, Dior is like an experienced and skilled salesman. A small customer introduced their product, a fraudulent product.

Giorno didn't hesitate at all, he firmly believed in what his father said.He ran over and pulled the glass door, but it still didn't open: "Father, I want to try it, can I?" The implication is to ask Dior to help open the door.

Of course Dio would not lend a helping hand, he shrugged: "I'm not your father Jonathan, you can find a way to open the door yourself." He knew that Giorno's strength was not enough to open the door.He turned around and walked towards the study upstairs, leaving the little boy with a ruthless and cold back.

3.

When Dio walked out of the study with the computer and materials in his arms, he felt a cold wind blowing in the living room.

His mind went blank for a moment, and he rushed down as fast as he could. Before he reached the first floor, he saw the glass door was pulled open, and the gap was big enough for a five or six-year-old boy to get out.Then he saw a small figure beside the iron railing in the yard.When Dio got closer, he saw Giorno's tongue sticking to the iron railing.He opened his mouth, and there were two lines of tears on his face.

Dior understood the truth, but he still couldn't hold back and laughed.

Giorno also heard his father's laughter, his eyes were full of accusations and grievances of being deceived, his tongue was stuck to the railing, and he didn't dare to struggle at all.Because he had already suffered the pain of forcibly pulling his tongue.

It's really cold in winter, little Qiao Luno was so focused on tasting the iron railings that he didn't even have time to wear the clothes and shoes that Jonathan's father ordered.He stood barefoot in the snow, his thin body shivering from the cold wind.

Dio put the data computer on the coffee table, called up the video mode from the mobile phone, pointed at his stupid son, and explained: "My friends, our Mr. Giorno Giovanna has accomplished a feat!" He approached My son took a close-up of his son's face: "Come, Mr. Qiao, say hello to everyone."

The little boy couldn't believe that his father was videotaping him at such a time.The grievance and pain catalyzed by the cold welled up in his heart, the corners of Giorno's mouth curled down, he opened his mouth wide and began to cry, with earth-shattering sobs from his throat.Dio burst out laughing, matching the cries of the child, making the most annoying noise.

The time for the cruel video of the bad father was over, and the world finally came out slowly, using its warm body to surround the shivering little Joe Luno.Dio went back to get some warm water for his hapless son, and help him escape the dreadful bars.

4.

Even though Giorno promised under his father's rhetoric that he would not tell Jonathan about it.Jonathan found out anyway.

In the afternoon, the child's body could not resist the cold wind, and he had a fever.

Jonathan hurried home from school when he learned that his son had a fever.He took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack, and worriedly asked Dio, who also looked worried: "How is it? How many degrees?"

Dio frowned tightly, with a sad face: "He has a high fever, I gave him antipyretics, and now he is asleep."

"What's going on?" Jonathan asked, walking towards the child's room.

"As soon as I went back to the room to get a computer, he opened the glass door and ran out without any clothes on, really."

Jonathan sat by Gioruno's bed. Gioruno had a severe fever. He closed his eyes tightly and couldn't sleep peacefully. His face was pale and his lips were chapped.Jonathan felt his heart being pulled tightly. He took the cotton swab next to him, dipped it in water, and moistened Giorno's lips bit by bit.

"Papa Jonathan..." The child frowned slightly as he smelled his father's guide element.But his dream didn't seem to be wonderful, a tear fell from the corner of his eye, and he murmured softly: "Dad...the tongue hurts..."

"Hiss—" Dio had a bad feeling.

Jonathan turned to look at him: "Tongue hurts?"

Dio looked down at the phone, and said to him from both sides: "The fever is so severe, I should call the doctor to see it?"

"...Father... the railings are not tasty at all..." The child's dream seemed to repeat what happened in the morning.

Jonathan pressed a kiss on Giorno's forehead, coaxing him in a low voice: "It's okay, Dad is here." "Dad..." "Furky is not afraid."

The gentle spiritual tentacles of blood relatives melted into the child's spiritual domain, packing up and throwing those bad memories that were raging everywhere into the corner.At least it ensured that little Qiao Luno would have a peaceful sleep.The child finally stopped panicking. His dream changed, and the terrifying iron railing in front of him suddenly turned into a sweet and soft pudding.The child snored a little.

5.

Because he couldn't beat his guide, Dio finally apologized sincerely.As for the fact that he lost the most basic trust of his own son, it took many years for Dio to finally feel regretful—but it was too late.

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