When the eleventh snow fell in Moscow, China knocked on the door of Russia's apartment.
From then on, the figure who always stood alone in the ice and snow began to be surrounded by colors of different temperatures.
Porcelain would travel thousands of kilometers just to stew a pot of rock sugar pears when he coughed; Mei would squeeze onto his sofa with popcorn and forcefully squeeze Hollywood movies into his night; Fa would break into his study with a drawing board and desserts and say, "Your profile needs to be recorded forever"; Ying would stubbornly bring black tea at three o'clock in the afternoon, even if Russia is more accustomed to vodka.
There was also De's rigorous care, Bai Er's gentle nagging, and Wu's awkward visits - even the figure that had long become a legend knocked on his window on a snowy night.
"What on earth do you want to do?" Finally one day, Er asked with a frown.
The seven people looked at each other, and then said in unison:
"Pamper you."
Intention: CH