The days flew by before our eyes, and the New Year was here in the blink of an eye. The flying snow in the sky was like cotton wool, covering the entire land.
When it snowed last year, Leng Changxi was only a few months old. Naturally, she could not appreciate the grandeur of being dressed in silver. She could only wrap herself in thick swaddling clothes and lie in the room listening to the girls chattering about silver.
Beautiful scenery wrapped in plain clothes.
Ever since, this year's snow has truly become the first snow she has seen since arriving in the Southern Song Dynasty.
It was approaching noon, but the sky had already started to turn dark, with a hint of something strange about it. The wind had stopped moving, and the winter chill was piercing my bones.
Just after lunch, it began to rain lightly. At first, it was like a continuous line of dripping on the eaves, but later the sound gradually disappeared.
Looking up, the silky raindrops had already turned into flying raindrops, struggling and drifting in the air.
However, half an hour later, I heard people shouting outside the house: "It's snowing, it's snowing!"
It turned out that the raindrops were falling in pieces from the sky. At first they were small pieces, but then they became heavier and heavier. The flying goose feathers of snow were blinding and lost their way, covering the whole world like smoke and fog.
Leng Changxi originally sat on her little husband's lap to keep warm, but now that she saw the beautiful scenery of the heavy snow, she couldn't help but want to play. So, while excitedly kicking her little husband, she kept shouting: "Get out.
Play, go out and play..."
Although the young husband is young and mature, he is still a child after all. He will get playful when seeing snow. He is a little unable to sit still in the house. He is afraid that she will catch a cold, so he insists on holding Leng Changxi and admiring it in the house.
.At this moment, her two words must have tickled the itch in his heart. He saw a childish smile on his lips. He hugged Leng Changxi and ran back to the house and said, "Okay! But you have to put on your clothes first."
That’s enough!”
Looking at the smile blooming on his brow, Leng Changxi felt that he was a child less than ten years old at this moment. It seemed that she had gradually developed a kind of dependence in this embrace.
After a while, Leng Changxi was helplessly dressed up like a ball and rushed into the yard in the arms of her little husband.
"Little Bao'er, this is snow, snow, snow..." the little husband happily pointed at the cotton-like objects falling in the air, and kept calling her to read.
Leng Changxi felt a pain in her heart and thought to herself: Sister, I have seen this thing many, many years before you, but now I am reduced to being taught by you. It is sad and sad.
"Snow, snow, snow... little Baoer follow me and say, snow!" the little husband still spared no effort to teach.
Leng Changxi twitched the corners of her eyes, opened her mouth and said in a cowardly voice: "Snow..."
"By the way, little Bao'er is so smart!" The little husband hugged Leng Changxi and happily began to teach the next word. She looked at his attire and secretly comforted her in her heart: He is thousands of years older than me. He is considered a senior and an ancient person.
Well, the ancients don’t care about the ancients.
"I heard that Xiaobao's words were amazing!" A childish and hearty laughter came from the snow.
The young husband turned around and saw a blurry figure at the entrance of the courtyard, and then smiled and said: "Leng Zhanchen! You are back!"
"Zhao Bocong, I'm back!" The man walked slowly through the snow. Leng Changxi seemed to see the existence of some kind of aura. When she heard the name, she knew that this was the man she had never seen since she was born.
Big brother.
"Zhao Yuan, my name is Zhao Yuan now!" Leng Changxi was already confused by the voice of Zhao Bocong. Now the young husband said so, which made her even more confused. Looking at the profile of the young husband, Leng Changxi
There was a faint uneasiness growing in Xi's heart.
"Haha, I forgot, you have changed your name! Zhao Yuan!" Leng Zhanchen nodded, patted his shoulder and smiled.
"After so many years of separation, you have become more heroic!" The young husband hugged Leng Changxi and walked to Leng Zhanchen. She carefully looked at the eldest brother she had never met before.
When Leng Changxi was born, she had already heard that Leng Zhanchen had been suffering from poor health since he was a child. No one in the country could cure him. Later, an old man from the Qilian Mountains claimed to be able to cure him. The only requirement was
Leng Zhanchen was to be accepted as a closed disciple. When she heard the news, Leng Changxi's first feeling was: Why do great gods always appear like this?
From then on, Leng Zhanchen was taken away by the great god and stayed away for six years.
At this moment, the man standing in front of Leng Changxi with deep eyes, a resolute face like a knife, and dark handsome face was her eleven-year-old eldest brother.
Seeing how familiar the young husband was with Leng Zhanchen, Leng Changxi assumed that they must be old friends.
"Yes, when I met you back then, you were still a young baby. You couldn't even walk steadily, but you still pretended to be mature. After many years of not seeing you, you have become a child adopter and doted on our little baby to the sky.
Ah!" Leng Zhanchen playfully patted the young husband on the shoulder, and then took Leng Changxi out of the young husband's arms.
The young husband didn't mind Leng Zhanchen's teasing and said frankly: "Little Bao'er is so cute and smart. If you don't love her, who will you love?"
"Long time no see, you have really grown up!" Leng Zhanchen looked at his little husband with emotion, with a deep smile in his eyes.
"Leng Zhanchen, how long will it take for you to come back this time?" the young husband asked, his smile slowly subdued.
"How long do you want me to leave?" Leng Zhanchen raised his eyebrows and looked at the young husband.
"This is your home, you can leave as long as you want." The young husband glanced at Leng Zhanchen.
"Haha, after all these years, Zhao Yuan, you are still that awkward child. You clearly care about me staying in your heart, but you are still so stubborn!" Leng Zhanchen teased the young husband heartily, and Leng Changxi lay on his back.
Over my shoulder, I saw a strange red tint at the base of the little Xianggong's ears.
The young husband snatched her back and was about to walk back when he heard a strange sound besides the rustling snow on the eaves.