The little girl was immersed in her own world. She slipped out of the door while the adults were sleeping.【】
At this time, all the brothers and sisters were asleep, and so were the father and aunt. Now at midnight, there was only me and the falling snow.
Luo Bingyue's eyes narrowed slightly. Is this little girl Luo Bingyue when she was young?
Is this Luo Bingyue's own memory?
But this is obviously not in Kyoto, but in a city in the far north.
The young Bingyue was playing when she suddenly heard light footsteps behind her, crunching on the white snow.
Xiao Bingyue turned her head in surprise. At this time, who else was playing in the snowy night like herself?
Hearing the gentle footsteps, Xiao Bingyue turned around. In front of her was a very handsome young man. He had a pair of deep and charming gem-like eyes. He looked like a fairy boy walking out of a painting. He was about ten years old.
, his stature has not yet fully grown, and he is wearing a large sable cloak.
"Who are you? Are you a god in the sky?" Xiao Bingyue asked curiously. She has never seen such a good-looking person. Although the aunt and brothers and sisters are very good-looking, they are very fierce. They are afraid of being beaten by their father.
I blame my aunt for saying that she only dares to get up at night to enjoy the snow scenery.
The beautiful boy smiled slightly: "Who are you? What are you doing?"
"I'm Luo Bingyue, I'm admiring the snowflakes. I want to see how many petals each snowflake has?" Bingyue stretched out her little hand, (2) but the snowflakes she caught melted quickly.
She liked this brother very much because he was really kind. No one at home spoke to her so gently and affectionately.
"So, have you found out how many petals these snowflakes have?" The beautiful boy never thought that he would be so bored.
"Six." A clear and sweet child's voice rang in my ears, "But my mother said that snowflakes have seven petals. Do you believe it?"
The beautiful boy shook his head: "As far as I know, snowflakes all have six petals. How can there be seven-petal snow?"
"There is, as my mother said, there must be." Bingyue stubbornly raised her head again, and stretched out her little hand to catch the snowflakes, "Wait until I find a seven-petal snowflake for you to see."
Attracted by the stubbornness of the little girl in front of him, the beautiful boy couldn't help but look up at the night sky, letting the falling snowflakes fall on his handsome face.
Bingyue smiled and pointed at the handsome boy's face: "Look at your eyebrows, your hair has turned white. You have turned into an old man."
Looking at Bingyue's happy smiling face, the beautiful boy couldn't help but smile.
Bingyue bent her legs slightly and jumped forward imitating the movements of a little rabbit. A series of cute little footprints immediately appeared on the flat snow. She turned around and said, "Brother, do they look like wheat ears?"
"It's very similar." The beautiful boy said calmly.
"I can also make snow dolls," Bingyue said as she squatted down and started to make snowmen. "I will make a snow doll for you."
As she spoke, she held the snowballs hard with her little hands that were red from the cold. She first held a snowball the size of a watermelon, then a snowball that was a few circles smaller, and put the two snowballs together.
Stack them together so that the head and body of the snow doll come out.
The beautiful boy smiled and found two small black stones. It was difficult to find stones in this thick white snow! Bingyue carefully inlaid the small stones on the face of the snow doll. In this way, the cute snow doll has