"It's a lot of snow. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "Kaede Li held the trunk of the tree, letting the cold wind penetrate the hem of her clothes.

She was born in a late autumn season in Baitong Village, during that time, the red maple was like fire, and her father passed away at that time, and her mother named her Fengli, a little graceful, but also a little melancholy.

Since she was born, the maple leaf has been red eighteen times, and such a heavy snow has also fallen for eighteen years.

"This wind and snow are coming from the north, and they are very violent, so go home quickly, and don't blow your skin." On the side, a young man of the same age as Fengli stepped forward and gently brushed away the snowflakes on Fengli's body.

"What about you? Aren't you going home? Feng Li turned his head to look at Ju Qing, this somewhat honest boy has also accompanied her for more than ten years.

"Shall I go home and leave you alone here to blow the wind?" Ju Qing smiled, her neat teeth and smiling eyes made this winter a little warmer.

"No, I'll go back too." Feng Li pursed his lips and smiled slightly, with a graceful posture.

"That's good." Ju Qing nodded and said, "Let's go." ”

"Hmm." Feng Li bowed his head lightly and took the lead in leaving.

Ju Qing looked at her back, trotted to follow, side by side with Feng Li, and squinted at her restlessly with his eyes. Along the way, Ju Qing's hand approached Feng Li's little hand several times, but his heart was like a deer hit, and his palm wandered several times, but he still couldn't muster up the courage in the end, and the road in the village was short, it was nothing more than a hesitation, Feng Li arrived home.

"When the snow stops, I'll come out to look for you again." Ju Qing exhaled a white breath and looked at her with a smile.

"Okay." Feng Li nodded, stretched out his hand to open the slightly heavy cotton curtain, walked into the room with half a foot, and turned around and forgot Ju Qing's glance, "I'll wait for you..."

Ju Qing looked at Feng Li in a daze, looking back at the style, his heartbeat seemed to miss a few beats in an instant, and when he came back to his senses and wanted to answer, he found that on the door curtain, there was already a thin layer of snow.

"Mother, I'm back." Feng Li took off his clothes, shook off the snowflakes on them, took off his shoes again, and sat down by the fire.

"Where did you go today?" There is a pot of herbal tea hanging on the stove in the room, the old clay pot has been blackened by the firelight, but it is difficult to hide the fragrance in it, and the woman who is called a mother by Feng Li is sitting in the back, looking at her gently.

"I went to see the snow, but it was a little cold, so I came back." Kaede left the road.

"You don't get tired of seeing this snowy scene, you go there every day." Feng Li's mother used a small hook to hang the clay pot on the stove, and then gently grasped the handmade wooden handle on the clay pot, and poured the tea into the wooden cup.

"My mother seems to have something to say, people don't go to see the snow scene, is it a sweetheart?" Kaede pouted, approached her mother's side, and made a small swipe at her.

"Mother believes in you." The mother caressed Feng Li's long hair dotingly, and said with a smile: "Whatever you say, my mother believes it." ”

"It's so nice to be a mother." Feng Li snuggled sweetly beside her mother, her cold little face, rubbing her mother's sideburns like a cat.

"Okay, don't get tired." Mother picked up the wooden cup that had been sitting next to the stove, put it to her mouth and blew it lightly, and then handed it to Feng Li: "Here, taste it." ”

"What is this?" Feng Li looked at the slightly yellowed water in the cup and blinked.

"It's called tea." Mother smiled: "But it's not those precious teas from the outside world, but I personally went up the mountain to pick them." ”

"Is there still tea this season?" Feng Li was stunned, although she had never drunk real tea, she knew more or less that tea was something that was only available in spring and summer, and it was expensive.

"I went to the mountains to collect some firewood that day and found it by chance." The mother smiled mischievously like a little girl, and picked up a wooden cup, filled it with tea, and a white gas suddenly wafted out of it, "But it tastes good." ”

Hearing this, Feng Li put the teacup in his hand to his lips with some curiosity, took a sip, and savored it. When the tea was full of the tip of his tongue, Feng Li wrinkled his little face and swallowed the tea with difficulty.

"Mother... This tea is so fishy......" Feng Li stuck out his tongue and exhaled continuously, "It's like drinking a mouthful of blood." ”

"Is it fishy?" The mother took a sip of tea according to Feng Li's appearance, but found that the entrance was all sweet, and there was no fishy smell at all.

"You taste it again?"

"No, no, no." Feng Li hurriedly waved her hand, this strong smell made her stomach twitch, she hurriedly bent down, her chest shrank again, and the sip of tea she drank just now returned along the road just now.

"Hmm..."

Feng Li covered her mouth, turned around and pushed open the door of the house, at this moment, the depression in her stomach was another top, and a mouthful of clear hot tea spit out of her mouth.

Feng Li, who straightened up, looked at the large piece of melted snow on the snow in front of the door, and suddenly felt a sweet smell between his tongue, the taste, a little bitter, but more of an indescribable sweetness.

Stretching out her sleeve and wiping her mouth, Feng Li looked at a wet mark between the cuffs, thought for a while, or curiously put her nose up, the bad smell she imagined did not appear, on the contrary, on the cuffs, a fragrant aroma of tea wrapped in a cold wind lingered on the tip of her nose.

"Li'er, are you alright?" The mother's concerned voice was heard in the room.

"It's okay, mother." Kaede replied, glancing at the puddle of tea that had melted into the snowdrift under his feet, and swept his toes to cover the surrounding snow a little, so as not to slip when his mother went out, and then turned and went into the house.

"If you can't get used to drinking this tea, then don't drink it." Mother took Feng Li's hand and pulled her to sit down by the fire.

"The Holy Hand Chen family comes here every three years to draw dings, and the day is almost up, do you want to go?"

"Mother, I don't want to." Under his mother's expectant eyes, Feng Li bit his lip and shook his head.

"Why?" Mother was a little surprised.

"Nothing... I just don't want to..."Feng Li still shook his head stubbornly under the gaze of his mother's gaze, but a touch of Feixia couldn't stop jumping on his cheeks.

Mother looked at Feng Li's reaction, first stunned for a moment, and then laughed out again, "Tell me about my mother?" ”

"Say what?" Kaede stiffened away from her body, and her face became more and more red.

"Is there a wishful husband?" The mother smiled teasingly like a little girl.

Feng Li looked at his mother's delicate expression and was slightly stunned, and suddenly thought in his heart for no reason: "If you go back ten years, my mother is probably also a great beauty." ’

"Hey, what do you want?" The mother arched Feng Li with her shoulder, and suppressed her voice with a smile: "Tell my mother." ”

"Don't ask!" Talking about this again, the red cloud on Feng Li's cheeks has not faded, and it has been burning on her face, provoking her

Shame and annoyance, he slapped his mother's shoulder twice, and coquettishly lied to her mother.

"Okay, my mother won't ask." The mother was very doting and took Fengli in her arms and gently scraped the tip of her nose.