Make dumplings, watch the Spring Festival Gala, and set off fireworks. Yan Murong did everything he could, and after the clock rang at zero o'clock, he pulled Su Qingwu to kowtow to his parents, second uncle and aunt, sister-in-law, and the old man, and got a lot of thick red envelopes.

As the old saying goes, in the year of Ruixue Zhaofeng, early in the morning of the first day of the new year, God is very face-saving snow, and the snow on the ground has reached half a foot thick, and it seems that it has been raining all night.

There are no servants in the Yan family, but there are guards around the old man, the snow has stopped, and a vacant lot has been cleared out by the guards in the small courtyard, and the old man Yan is standing in the small courtyard playing Tai Chi, his forehead is already slightly sweaty, and it seems that he has been practicing for a long time.

"Woke up so early?"

Seeing Yan Murong come out, Old Man Yan laughed, ended his morning exercise with a gesture, grabbed the towel on his shoulder, wiped his forehead, and said with a loving smile. "Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

"Wake up naturally." Yan Murong smiled. "I've gotten used to it all these years, and if I'm not too tired, I'll wake up at this time."

"It's been hard all these years, haven't you?" Old Man Yan asked suddenly.

"Bitter?" Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said with a smile. "What's so bitter about this, compared to desperately trying to live, there's nothing more bitter than this."

"That's right." Old Man Yan nodded, beckoned to Yan Murong, and said. "Come, push the hand with me."

"Forget it." Yan Murong hurriedly shook his head. "Old man, you've been practicing for a while, and it's time to rest—besides, I still have something to do."

"What's going on early in the morning?"

"Build a snowman." Yan Murong pointed to the snow in the small courtyard that had not yet been swept up, and smiled. "Don't you think it's fun to build a snowman? - Old man, why don't we build a snowman together? ”

"You kid - okay, I'll pile it up with you." Old Man Yan wanted to refuse, but as soon as the words came out, he immediately changed his mind.

"Old man, aren't you?" Yan Murong was slightly stunned, looked at the old man who put the towel around his neck, rolled his arms and rolled up his sleeves and was about to start, and said. "I just said it casually, I'll just play by myself, are you really here?"

"Mother-in-law, what are you doing, come, I'll build a snowman with you." Old Man Yan smiled.

"Okay." Seeing the old man's posture, Yan Murong didn't say much, so a scene where others would break their glasses when they saw it really happened in the small courtyard of the Yan family.

Building a snowman is a technical job, don't look at it as just two snowballs stacked together, one large and one small, but it is difficult to roll the snowball round enough without the snowball breaking.

It took a long time for the old and the young to roll up two snowballs, one large and one small, but when the small snowballs landed on the big snowballs, the two snowballs suddenly cracked together.

"Oops, why did it break?" Yan Murong looked at Old Man Yan with a depressed face and said complainingly. "Old man, I'll just say that you can't do that, you have to dig a hole in the middle, now it's okay, it's broken."

"Fart, why can't it, it must be that you cut corners and didn't do what I said." Old Man Yan didn't do it anymore, glaring at him and defending. "Lao Tzu has led his troops to fight for so many years, and he has built more turrets than you have ever eaten salt, can you build a snowman and live with me?"

For the old man's words, Yan Murong couldn't cry or laugh.

Do you always compare building turrets to building snowmen? What are you kidding, you still have nails to build a turret, can you use nails to build a snowman?

Looking at the old man's serious face, Yan Murong couldn't argue anymore.

There is an old man in the family, if there is a treasure, Yan Murong also likes to see the old man's appearance as an old child.

At this moment, an angry shout made Yan Murong tremble.

"Little rabbit, you have itchy skin just after the New Year?"

Looking back, Yan Murong found that his father didn't know when he had walked out, and he was looking at him with an angry face.

"How old is your grandfather? You're still asking him to do this kind of thing with you? - Ah, you say to yourself, how old are you? My wife is also married, and she still does such a childish thing? ”

"Little bunny, you're tickling."

Yan Murong smiled bitterly, and was about to open his mouth to defend himself, but Old Man Yan spoke one step ahead of him.

"What's wrong with me building a snowman with my grandson? Immature? You say it's naïve to build a snowman? You didn't do it when you were a kid? -- Don't think that I don't have a good memory when I'm old, you three brothers and sisters, every time it snowed when I was a child, you yelled the happiest, and you ran the fastest, and you still rolled the snowball the best. ”

"Dad—"

"Dad, come here, let's help." Yan Canghai still wanted to speak, but was glared back by the old man, and finally could only walk over obediently.

As a result, Comrade Yan Canghai, secretary of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection, could only "deignate" and began to do very naïve things in his mouth.

Looking at the snowball of his father, who usually always had a straight face, with a depressed face, Yan Murong couldn't help but want to laugh, but after thinking about the consequences of laughing, he still endured it decisively, but the muscles on his face twitched and twitched, but it revealed his true thoughts in his heart.

The old man was right.

Looking at the two snowballs that rolled round, Yan Murong had to admire Secretary Yan's skills, not to mention the two snowballs, the appearance was still very smooth, as if they had been carved.

Yan Canghai also seemed to be interested, and after piling up one, he continued to roll a snowball, seemingly wanting to get another one.

"Dad, what are you doing here?" Yan Murong asked strangely.

"It's a man, I'll get a woman out." Yan Canghai didn't raise his head, and said while busy with the work in his hands.

"Get out of here, girl-"

Yan Murong was shocked by his father's words, and looked at the two snowballs that were piled together, one large and one small, and couldn't see the man - besides, when did the snowman start to divide men and women?

Thinking of this, Yan Murong suddenly remembered something, turned around and ran back to the house, and after a while, he ran out with a red bucket. After attaching the bucket to the snowball, he picked up a few more stones and made a nose and eyes for the snowman, and then nodded in satisfaction.

Soon, after Yan Canghai decorated the second snowman, the three of them called the guard again and asked him to take pictures of the three of them with his mobile phone, which ended this seemingly ridiculous game.

At this time, the family members all got up, and when they saw the two snowmen in the yard, they all swept around the three grandparents with strange faces, but they didn't say anything.

PS: I wrote this chapter very happily, remembering the days when I used to run out to build a snowman as long as it snowed heavily, and suddenly I found that I really began to grow up slowly, and my family was old.