"Ah, it's snowing!"

Song Ci's biological clock is rarely advanced, and before he opens his eyes, he feels that the indoor light is dazzling.

The quilt quickly lost the warm heat as she got up.

Sijiu chirped twice in protest, and was about to drill into her arms, but she fished it in her arms, and excitedly raised it and pointed to the snow flying outside the window to show it.

"Look, it's snowing, it's beautiful!"

Song Ci held the soft and warm "hand stove", and he didn't have time to put on his clothes, so he quickly leaned down in front of the window and looked at the beautiful scene outside in fascination.

"The first snow of 1976 came a little later than usual......"[1]

Song Ci casually hummed a brainwashing tune, and her two big eyes were full of excitement!

It's a lifetime series!

In the past, Song Ci didn't make such a fuss, she always had to see a few snows every year, and she went to skiing snow with her family, and her skills were still very good.

But there are some things that are really only cherished after they are lost.

It's snowing!

Mom, it's real snow!

White, unblemished, pure hexagonal snowflakes fell like this, as if they were a gift from the Creator.

According to Song Ci, the reason is nothing more than the lack of attack power of the snow form, and the ability cost is too much.

With the same amount of ability control, an ice pick and a snowball are condensed, and there is little debate about which attack is stronger or weaker.

And in battle, where is the strength of snow than ice?

Since the end of the world, not to mention snow, even pure water is rare, everywhere is gray, and even daylight has become a luxury.

The Adepts awaken a variety of abilities, some can control water, some can melt ice, but very strange, no one can control snow.

It stands to reason that ice and snow are all mutated forms of water, and if you can control ice, you must be able to control snow, but because of this and that consideration, snow has been abandoned.

"The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow.

Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is only recklessness, and the river is up and down, and it is suddenly surging. Mountain dance silver snake, the original Chi wax elephant, want to be higher than the heavenly public test. ”【2】

Thinking of the poems that wrote about snow, the first poem that popped up in Song Ci's mind was this one, and he read it out casually.

Win by quantity? Create a beautiful snow scene to kill the enemy?

The survivors who are struggling on the line of life and death do not have this extra romantic mind.

So unconsciously, even a plain white and unsullied snow scene has become a pastime only in the peaceful and prosperous era, which makes people have the heart to appreciate, chant, and praise.

"Chirp!"

Sijiu struggled to protest coldly, and it wanted to go back to the bed. What's so nice about snow?

"Sijiu, you just don't know the blessing in the blessing, my sister is going to give you a good lesson today to improve your aesthetics. ”

It's really atmospheric, it's very arrogant!

Song Ci excitedly pulled out the latch, wanting to open the window to take a closer look, but noticed the small ice flowers formed in the corners of the window glass, and couldn't help but look at the beautiful lines a few more times.

She was afraid that if she didn't look at it again, she would melt.

Why don't you tell you the story of Su Xiaomei first?"

Song Ci struggled to hold Sijiu, who was rising in weight with one hand, and in a happy mood, he didn't release his spiritual power to suppress and restrain it, and he had to have an equal and friendly exchange with it.

In a sense, Sijiu is about her closest friend now.

Song Ci struggled to hold the warm "hand stove" and taught it with a smile on his face.

"You've learned several poems, and you have to learn to slowly touch the beautiful mood in them. I know this is a bit difficult for you, but that's okay, let's teach in real life today.

The poem Qinyuan Spring just now is described magnificently, let's only look out from the corner of the window, and we can't experience the kind of artistic conception in the poem, right?

Even if it were written in human form, no one would believe it, because the fact that it could write is not scientific in itself.

Song Ci had the audacity to talk to it about everything, including her origins.

Sijiu bears the weight that its small body should not bear, and every day it is pressed by secrets and depressed, and it needs a lot of food to relieve it.

She can communicate with it without fear and share all kinds of secrets.

Forty-nine can give her a response, and she will keep her mouth shut.

It can't tell anyone else.

And Song Porcelain, the source of depression, is still under the guise of a friend, wishful thinking, and increases its burden as he wants.

Who wants to listen to the weird and dark story of the collapse of the world! Negative energy exceeds the standard Song Ci, do you hear? It's not a garbage can!

It doesn't want to be friends with her either, thank you.