This winter's snow is heavier than usual, and it rains more frequently, and it will come in ten days and a half.

The snow in the valley was so deep that it was knee-deep for adults. The wind in the mountains is fierce and hard, often whirling a gust of wind to the sky, carrying the glittering snow powder, flying among the mountains and jungles, flowing freely in the streets and alleys, and scattering the cold snow dust among the deep ditches and potholes. The snow in those ditches and forks is even more unfathomable. Once people fall into it, most of them are buried over their heads. As far as the eye can see, the whole mountain is white. The trees and rocks all over the mountain are exposed, like a three-dimensional landscape painting scroll of the ancients. In the midst of it, people have become part of this huge picture. There is a painting in the eye, there are people in the painting, the person is one, and the heart is one. It's wonderful.

There is not much snow on the roofs and courtyard walls of the houses in the village, and there is a thin layer of snow. I think that either the cold and hard mountain wind blew away, or the people in the house were steamed. When it was steamed, it dripped water and froze into a row of shiny ice cubes on the eaves. The babies in the courtyard who were never at peace used wooden poles to knock down the ice. Then, he frantically grabbed the ice cubes that had fallen to the ground, stuffed them into his mouth, chewed them with relish, and from time to time stretched his little red paws to his mouth, and breathed hard.

The snow on the street is also as thick as the legs. In order to make it easier to walk, every time it snows, every family has to mobilize all ages and children to go into battle to sweep the snow out of the courtyard. On the snow in front of the door and on the street near the door, a narrow passage is cleaned to connect with the passage cleaned by the surrounding neighbors to facilitate access. So, at a glance, the whole village is like a cobweb of dense paths. The mesh is the many winding paths, and the knots are scattered in the valleys of uneven heights, distances and distances, and the courtyards of farmhouses. The babies who have watched the movie "Tunnel War" always joke that this is a tunnel trench. They imitated the characters in the film in the tunnels, and played the repertoire of the Eighth Route Army beating the little devils with their teeth and claws.

Jing'er and Ye'er's unexpected encounter was in the snow passage on the road west of the village. The white snow here and there completely blocked any path that could be avoided, leaving the two men to stand facing each other inescapably, looking awkwardly at each other, who had not seen each other in nearly two years.

Ye Er went to Jin Lian's house to thank her, and gave Jin Lian some thank-you gifts. In Jin Lian's house, Ye Er saw that there were only the two of them, so she told all the hidden worries in the family. Please Jin Lian to break it, is there something going on. Since beating Jin Ye and asking Jin Lian to tinker with it, Ye Er convinced Jin Lian's methods from her heart and regarded her as an immortal who knew everything. What's more, I am stuck in a mess, and my heart has long been chaotic, and I always want to listen to other people's opinions. The so-called parties are obsessed with bystanders.

Jin Lian was always smiling. After Ye'er finished talking about her worries, she said slowly, if you don't talk about it, I know it. It seems that something is going to happen to the family. You've got to take care of it. This year, you're out of luck. On the day of your wedding, you meet the hanged man. It's time for her to ruin your luck this year, so that she can live in the next life. Bear with everything that should be tolerated, and be accommodating if you should be accommodating, and maybe you can get out of this calamity. After this year, by next year's Qingming, your luck will be on the right path. From now on, it's a wide road, so you can go.