In the past mornings, Han Cheng would usually be woken up by the rooster who would not bully the little hens but instead crow randomly with a voice as loud as a broken gong. This morning was an exception.
He opened his sleepy eyes and lay on the warm bed. He felt the slight tingling in his lower abdomen and listened to the children's cheering. After listening for a while, a smile appeared on his face, and then he climbed up from the kang.
, I quickly put on my clothes and shoes, and ran out the door.
My love for snow completely outweighs my fear of the cold.
When the door is opened, the cold air rushes into the face. The whiteness outside makes people's eyes light up, and they feel that the whole world has become cleaner.
The snowflakes from the sky are still falling silently, blending into the whiteness of this area. Wanting to cover the earth with a thicker quilt, these snow-crazed children in the tribe are chasing and playing in the snow.
Each one is covered in a thick layer of fur, looking like a chubby bear.
If there are no old farmers at this time, they will definitely be full of longing. They will say "Auspicious snow heralds a good harvest", or "This year I will cover myself with a three-layer wheat quilt, and I will sleep with my head full next year." This is used to express one's expectations for a better life.
Hope and longing.
Han Cheng stood at the door and watched for a while, then ran out of the door happily and ran into the whiteness.
The lucky general, whose belly is already a little big, is still very strong, and he is having fun in the snow with his butt dropped, leaving plum blossoms behind.
The girls Xing, Xiaomei and Xiaoli did not chase and fight in the snow like the boys. Instead, they stood in front of the house, looking at the row of crystal clear ice picks hanging on the eaves, and their mouths grew slightly.
, with a look of surprise and longing on his face.
Many adults, like these children, looked at this sight that they had never seen before in amazement. When they saw the Son of God rising, they all gathered around and pointed to the eaves to ask about it.
Han Cheng had only been looking at the snow just now. When they said this, he discovered the beautiful and somewhat spectacular ice hanging under the eaves.
The entire courtyard and the distance were covered by the silvery white that fell that night, except for one place, which was the roof of the Qingque tribe.
Because these rooms in the Qingque Tribe all have kangs, the roofs are warmer than other places. As soon as the snow falls on it, it is melted into a pool of spring water by the warm embrace.
After sliding down slowly along the fish scale-like tiles, it solidified at the eaves.
This is good. You don’t have to worry about the heavy snowfall that will collapse the roof, and you don’t have to clean the snow on the roof from time to time. It saves a lot of work.
After Han Cheng explained the reason to everyone, he asked a few adults to break off the ice hanging at the door.
This thing is a safety hazard. If the ice falls off when you reach the door, and you are hit by this hard ice pick, it will be unpleasant, especially if you are stung by the sharp ice point.
The broken ice has become the favorite of these children. They all hold it in their hands and refuse to throw it away even if their little hands are red from the cold.
Those who had no ice begged the adults to pick some. The adults asked the Son of God that they did not dare to act lightly in the face of something they had never seen before.
After getting a positive answer from Han Cheng, he broke off some ice in other places.
Those who couldn't resist the temptation of this crystal clear thing quietly put the ice into their mouths, biting the ice with their white teeth.
As their divine son, Han Cheng is naturally better at playing than these children.
Under the extremely regretful looks of Xing, Xiaomei and others, Han Cheng broke the big and good ice in his hand.
These children who got the ice for the first time couldn't help but hide the ice in their hands, fearing that the Son of God would break them too.
In the midst of everyone's extreme confusion, Han Cheng came back with ten small tree sticks of about 30 centimeters and ropes, and the other one held a few pieces of thatch in his hand.
He overlapped the tree sticks and tied them together from the middle to form an irregular circle. Then he broke the thatch pole in the middle, put it in his mouth and started blowing on a piece of ice.
The warm air passed through the hollow thatched pole and flowed out from the other end. A small pit soon appeared on the solid ice.
Han Cheng often did this when he was a child, but at that time he only used ballpoint pen holders.
I don’t know if it’s because his body has become smaller, and his mental age has also become younger. He is so childlike that he does these things with great interest.
The children watching on the side were wide-eyed. They had never thought that there was such a way to play.
The Son of God is the Son of God. Not only is he far behind others in serious matters, but he is also far behind others in playing games.
When Han Cheng saw this, he gave each of the children a piece of thatch pole and asked them to blow holes in the ice just like him.
The children, who had been eager to try it out for a long time, let out a cheer, took the thatch pole, squatted on the ground and started this fun thing.
Han Cheng stopped and threaded the ice cubes with the thin rope he took out. After tying them, he tied them to the round wooden frame he had made not long ago, and tied them three times in total.
Han Cheng held up the rope left on the skeleton and lifted up this icy version of the wind chime. The crystal clear ice icing collided with each other, making a pleasant sound.
The children standing around grew up and had big mouths. They stared intently at the unknown but very beautiful thing in the hands of the Son of God. They were a little stunned for a while.
They couldn't imagine that the ice they were afraid of breaking in their hands would become so beautiful and undergo such a big change after being manipulated by the Son of God for a while.
This is true for boys who like movement rather than silence, let alone girls who are naturally fond of these things. Looking at this crystal clear and unusually beautiful wind chime, my heart is about to melt.
Han Cheng stepped on the wooden pier and hung the wind chime on a wooden stick nailed to the wall under the eaves. He clapped his hands and looked at the fruits of his morning's labor, feeling very satisfied.
The appearance of Bingling Wind Chime suddenly opened a new window for these children in the tribe.
The boys who used to like running around in the snow and throwing snowballs at each other became quiet and stuck out their buttocks and worked hard to drill holes in the ice. The girls who originally wanted to wait until the snow was thicker to build snowmen.
The child had already put aside the matter of building a snowman, and only wanted to make a wind chime as beautiful as the Son of God.
Han Da Shenzi also forgot about the charcoal. Firstly, he was excited to see the first snow. Secondly, not long after he finished making the wind chime, Junior Brother Sha with red eyes came to look for him.
