In winter, a heavy snowfall turns the entire northern Xinjiang into a white world.

Yang Xuan got up early and saw the white outside, and couldn't help but get excited.

"Aning, it's snowing heavily."

Zhou Ning was dressing up in the room, "Yeah!"

Yang Xuan didn't know what he was doing outside.

Zhou Ning asked: "A Liang is up?"

The maid outside said: "The young man is up."

"ah!"

Early in the morning, A Liang's shouts seemed particularly lively.

"Aye!"

"Aniang!"

Ah Liang wore very thick clothes and looked a bit clumsy.

He stood on the steps, looked at the snow, and suddenly clapped his hands, "Play!"

Zhou Ning just came out and saw his son falling down.

puff!

A Liang was just submerged in the snow.

Zheng Wuniang exclaimed and threw herself down. While digging, she shouted: "You deserve to die! You deserve to die!"

Yang Xuan just smiled.

Next to him, there is a big snowman.

Zhou Ning ran over in a hurry, Zheng Wuniang had just fished out A Liang, and she was covered in snow.

"good!"

Ah Liang cheered happily, and was immediately slapped on the butt by Zhou Ning.

"Call you naughty!"

Ah Liang just laughed.

"Child, let him play with his!"

Yang Xuan said.

Zhou Ning said: "I'm just worried about the cold air entering my body."

"Children are not that delicate. When I was a child, I wore straw sandals and ran wild in the snow, and my nose ran all winter long, but nothing happened."

Yang Xuan came over and carried A Liang over with one hand, "If you should let go, you have to let go."

Zhou Ning said: "How old is A Liang?"

"Those women from powerful families also say the same thing. The child is over ten or twenty years old and only knows how to eat, drink and have fun. When the family members say it, she will argue that the child is only old..."

"What kind of woman am I?"

"If it continues like this, it won't be far away."

Yang Xuan threw the child in front of the snowman, turned around, and saw Zhou Ning entering the house.

A gust of cold wind blew up and I went in.

He smiled and turned around, "A Liang, look, this is a snowman."

"Snow!" A Liang was very happy, not even aware of the undercurrent between his parents.

Zhou Ning sat in front of the dressing table, looking quite calm.

I don't know how long it took, but Yang Xuan came in.

"Still angry?"

Zhou Ning remained silent.

Yang Xuan put his hands behind his hands and sighed: "I have said before, A Liang cannot be longer than a woman's hands..."

"But Ah Liang is only two years old." Zhou Ning couldn't help but retort, "For a two-year-old child, even the most cruel mother-in-law will take care of him carefully, fearing that he will die young! Bah, bah, bah!"

Zhou Ning pouted three times, avoiding the word "die in infancy".

"Death in infancy is mostly due to lack of hygiene."

"How can you not pay attention to hygiene?"

"You think I don't know? The wet nurse from a powerful family doesn't even disinfect her mouth before feeding!"

"Knife?" Zhou Ning blushed, "What kind of poison should be used to disinfect it?"

"There are some invisible things up there. It's okay for adults to touch them, but not for children."

If the adults are fine, the children will be tricked.

"shameless!"

Zhou Ning raised his head.

"So I have been arranging all this since you were pregnant. Do you think I just ignored the child's body? Besides, don't you have a miracle doctor at home?

Hey! This is my apology."

Yang Xuan moved his right hand forward.

The refreshing fragrance hits you.

A plum blossom!

"It's blooming?" Zhou Ning was happy.

"Ours didn't bloom, but the one next door did. I went to pick one."

"Isn't that Lin Feibao's family?"

Zhou Ning thought of Yang Xuan sneaking into Lin Feibao's house and how accomplished Lin Feibao was. He naturally noticed it, but said nothing and watched the boss choose a plum blossom in front of his plum tree, break it and run away.

"Woof woof woof!"

Zhang Siniang's cry came from outside, "The wealth has fallen into the snow."

Yang Xuan went out and said, "In this weather, you can find big things in the mountains."

When he was hunting in the mountains, winter was also a good time.

However, this season is not very friendly to the people.

"Mr. Lang."

Jiang He'er came, his face cold and red, reminding Yang Xuan of the red apple in the scroll.

"Liu Sima invites you to go."

Yang Xuan reluctantly handed his son over to Zhou Ning, "It's time to calm down."

"Aye! Aye!"

Ah Liang struggled in Zhou Ning's hands, stretched out his hand and shouted desperately, "Ah yes!"

Zhou Ning sneered, "Here comes someone!"

"exist!"

Yan Xiao and Hua Hong come in.

"close the door!"

"yes!"

Close the door!

"Warm yourself by the fire!"

…

For metaphysics, winter is the most unsatisfying season.

The small bridge and flowing water are gone.

Walking on the bridge, looking at the white snow all around, Ningya rhymes with her beard, "it's so nice to be quiet."

In the past, when I walked here, there were always professors or disciples on both sides admiring it. Just enjoy it, they are a bunch of sticklers and they like to argue.

They can argue for half a month when faced with a problem that no one has been able to solve for thousands of years.

"You have to practice!"

Ning Yayun feels that this situation must be changed.

He walked to the end of the bridge, moved his feet, and the snow bounced up. Then he waved his hand, and the breath accumulated in his body overnight spurted out, and the snow was blown down.
To be continued...