In the snow in front of the yard, the Christmas tree was also covered in white.
Both mother and son were wearing thick clothes, and Jing Jiaren worked hard to make snowballs.
SUN was depressed at first, closely observing Jing Jiaren's every move...
Seeing that Jing Jiaren was in good condition, with her enthusiastic instigation, she finally felt relieved and started making snowmen.
They worked together to make a female snowman, using carrots, buttons, etc. as the nose and eyes of the snowman.
Jing Jiaren took off his hat and scarf and put them on the snowman. This is the snowman’s mother - Jing Jiaren.
Then I made a little snowman...
SUN also took off his scarf and hat and put them on the little snowman. This is the snowman’s son—SUN.
The two snowmen consumed a lot of Jing Jiaren's energy, and she sat exhausted on the snow: "It's done! Go get the camera!"
Who knows that SUN is still snowballing in earnest.
"Who else are you going to do?"
SUN's busy little figure turned his back to her: "Old man."
"What did you say?" Jing Jiaren thought she heard wrongly, "You want to make your father?"
SUN was stunned for a moment, as if he suddenly reacted, and dropped the snowball on the spot: "I won't do it anymore."
"Do it, mom will do it with you."
"Don't do it!" SUN was arrogantly angry.
Jing Jiaren cheered up and started rolling the snowball.
SUN suddenly rushed over and stepped on the snowball: "Don't do it!"
Jing Jiaren was so tired that she had no energy left: "Mom, take a rest and I'll make it for you later."
“╭(╯^╰)╮”
"You'll see it when you wake up tomorrow."
Jing Jiaren fell to the ground, snowflakes drifting towards her face, with a soft smile on her lips.
The memory goes back to four years ago after Christmas and before the Spring Festival...
She and Ximen Longting had a happy snowball fight in the snow.
There are also Wen Xinnuan, Luo Jian, Bill...
"Queen, get up, you will catch a cold if you sleep here." SUN took Jing Jiaren's hand.
Jing Jiaren's lips were sickly purple and white, and her cheeks were hot and bright red.
SUN's little hand touched her forehead, and she was instantly startled.
"Mom, you are sick!"
Sickness comes like a mountain.
Jing Jiaren was lying on the bed, and SUN was busy bringing her hot water, applying towels, and feeding her medicine and water.
Jing Jiaren looked at his busy work with relief: "SUN, mom is just sick for a while. Cough cough cough."
"You cough, don't talk!"
"You haven't told me...your Christmas present?"
SUN paced like an adult: "You have already given me a gift."
"What?"
"You are God's gift to me," he said seriously as he lay beside the bed and held her hand. "SUN wants the Queen to be healthy forever and stay with SUN forever and ever."
Jing Jiaren's heart felt sour again, and tears welled up in her eyes.
She laughed with tears in her eyes: "Fool, it's my mother who should say this. You are the best gift God has given me."
SUN pursed her lips and asked, "You will get better, right?"
"..."
"SUN takes care of you."
"certainly."
"Queen, you are too thin! I like you to be fatter!" SUN put her hand on his little face.
Jing Jiaren refused to give the infusion because if a needle was inserted into her hand, she would not be able to knit her sweater.
She asked her servant to find a doctor to give her two injections. She thought that as long as she covered her body with sweat and took medicine, she would be fine.