Xing Feng looked at the wooden shelves with neatly arranged books with various covers, which were more than the small drawers of the medicine in the town's pharmacy, and his mind suddenly became a mess. A little sober, he subconsciously wanted to quit.

As he turned around, he looked at the little girl. I saw the little girl walk to a low table, brush aside the black and white round particles scattered on the table with her hand, and then turn up the side of the plate that originally contained those black and white round grains, and said to Xing Feng: "Big brother, do you think this is it?" ”

Xing Feng looked at the neatly drawn lines and frames on the board, although he didn't know that thing, he vaguely felt that it must not be an ordinary wooden board, so he said with some worry: "Don't scoop that, it looks like it should be very expensive." ”

The little girl tapped her finger on the board, and after listening to the voice for a while, she said, "It's only made of wood, and if it's gold or silver, it's expensive, but if it's gold and silver, it's so big that we can't move it." ”

She didn't wait for Xingfeng to answer, and climbed into a chair in front of a large table. His eyes swept over the things on the table, then he reached out and scooped up a disc-shaped thing on the table, shook it at Xingfeng, and said, "This one is small but very strong, and I haven't broken it after falling a few times." My snowball is small, so I use this, and my big brother's snowball is big, so I use the big plank just now. One for each person, this is just right. ”

So, after scooping up their snow shoveling tools, they came out of the house. Xing Feng couldn't help but glance back when he was about to walk to the gate, and saw that the originally smooth ground between the halls and halls had two drenched footprints at this time, and he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Back next to the two large snowballs in the courtyard, Xingfeng took the first step and began to chop the snowballs with the plank. The little girl stood aside scooping a disc, which seemed to be a stone, and watched him peel and shoot at the same time, her eyes a little confused.

Xing Feng glanced back at her, and then said with a smile: "Come on, when the snow melts a little and becomes firm, it will be difficult to shape." ”

The little girl stretched out a hand in front of her mouth and sighed, then rubbed the corners of her clothes and said, "What should you do?" I don't usually go out, and I haven't seen a lot of things. ”

Xing Feng thought for a while and said: "Be the person or thing you are most familiar with, and we will guess the riddle later, to see who can guess what the other party is doing, do you think it is okay?" ”

The little girl thought about it and nodded with a smile.

So, in this small square house, the two children, one older and one young, were happily busy. Although their labor seemed to have no real meaning, and no matter how big the snowball was, it would eventually melt away, but they still forgot to wield a high-quality spruce chessboard and scoop an inkstone, one of the four treasures of the study, and sharpened and knocked on the two large snowballs.

It didn't take long for the two to announce the completion of the work. Although the little girl is much younger than Xing Feng, she completed the work first, but when Xing Feng looked at her work, she couldn't help but be stunned.

Strictly speaking, the little girl's work is not a snowman, but more like a relief. It's just that Xing Feng has never seen a relief, so he doesn't know how to describe it in his heart.

The snowball was reluctantly cut into a thick square by the little girl, and then she discarded the inkstone, but found a dead tree in the yard to make a pen and carved it on the snow wall. Therefore, compared with the three-dimensional snowman created by the torture style, the little girl's work is completed much faster and with a lot less effort.

The little girl looked at Xing Feng's somewhat stunned eyes, poked his leg with the wooden stick in her hand, and asked in a low voice, "Big brother, what's wrong with you?" Is my snowman too ugly? ”

Xing Feng thought to himself, what kind of snowman is this, except for the front, it is a snow wall from other directions. But on his face, he still replied very plainly: "It's not too ugly, or it's a little different, from behind, like a wall, but I don't want a snowman, what are you doing?" ”

The little girl didn't answer after thinking about it, but asked, "It's not fun to tell you so quickly, guess what, if you can't guess, you'll take me out tomorrow." ”

Xing Feng hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Take you out to play?" That's not going to work! He saw the little girl flatten her mouth at a glance, and then he realized that he had refused too quickly, and he seemed insincere, so he quickly changed his words and said: "Then you can guess me, if you can't guess, we will cancel each other." ”

When the little girl heard this, a confident color appeared in her words, and she bit her lower lip and said firmly: "Okay, you have to count!" ”

After agreeing, the two children exchanged places with each other and stood in front of each other's works to observe carefully.

From the beginning of the agreement, Xing Feng was determined that he would not be able to guess the snowman created by the other party, but he believed that the little girl would not be able to guess the snowman he had built.

His father's appearance is too ordinary, it's not that he is disrespectful to his father, if he doesn't scoop the bow in his old man's hand, his father's dignity is not as good as an ordinary farmer. The image created in the hands of his third-rate sculptor is even more difficult to guess. Besides, that little girl has hardly ever been out of the house, and she must have never seen who her father is, so no matter how smart she is, she shouldn't be able to guess who the snowman is, right?

Thinking of this, Xing Feng's attention was no longer on the relief in front of him. He looked at the little girl beside him from time to time, and saw her meditating appearance, a pair of indifferent thin eyebrows squeezed together slightly, and Xing Feng's heart couldn't help but have a hint of schadenfreude. Little did he know that this pride was based on his inferior carving.

After a while, the little girl's gaze briefly moved away from the snowman in front of her, and when she looked at Xingfeng, she also saw the smugness in Xingfeng's eyes, so she pouted, "It's not that I can't guess what you're carving, it's that you're too badly carved." ”

This was said mercilessly, and the torture wind almost choked, and it took a while to justify: "It's not that bad, at least it looks like a person." ”

"You can still be so generous." The little girl seemed to realize that her failure in guessing the snowman was due to someone's poor manual skills, so she glared at Xing Feng, and then pointed to the snowman's shoulder and said, "I can't see the facial features of this person, what are you?" How can he look like a scarecrow in a field? ”

Xing Feng wrapped his arms around his chest, shook his legs for a while, and said: "You have too little knowledge, this is called Lingyi, rainproof." ”

The little girl hurriedly asked again, "And what is this foot wearing?" The look you make is too far from straw sandals, are you trying to fool me? ”

Xing Feng smiled and said: "This is a shoe made of animal skin, of course it is different from straw sandals" Here, Xing Feng suddenly froze, and some realized that he seemed to have made a mistake and let the other party catch something, but he didn't have time to think about it.

I saw the little girl looking at him, a sly smile slipped in her eyes, and she said slowly: "I know, this snowman is your father." ”

Xing Feng felt that he had been tricked by the little girl, and said a little unconvinced: "If you guess randomly, I won't be fooled, unless you can give me a reason to get through." ”

"You've fallen for my trick, it's too late not to admit it now." The little girl looked at Xing Feng and smiled like a little fox, and then saw her smile gradually retract, and slowly explained: "First of all, your father is the only person in the village who does not farm, but makes a living by hunting, and secondly, at the beginning, you made a snowman in the form of the person you are most familiar with, and then wore a robe to hide from the rain, and at the same time wore leather boots instead of bare feet, I really haven't seen it, but you can see it." ”

Xing Feng listened to her explanation, although he was still a little unwilling in his heart, he hugged his fists in defeat and said, "I lost." ”

The little girl shook her head and said, "Don't admit defeat so quickly!" If you guess what I've engraved, it's a cancellation of the two. ”

Xing Feng stroked his forehead and said, "I'm too stupid to guess." ”

The little girl's face changed when she heard this, and she said solemnly: "You are a boy, how can you give up easily?" Besides, the portrait I drew is much more detailed than the snowman you made, so it should be easy to guess. ”

As soon as the little girl's words came out, Xing Feng realized that he was indeed a little too easy to convinc. He couldn't help but wonder a little that he wasn't so easy to throw in the towel.

After a brief pause, he took a deep breath and resumed his observation of the relief. However, although he was thinking seriously this time, he was not as flexible as the little girl.

After looking at it for a long time, he withdrew his gaze, sighed, and then said slowly to the little girl: "I tried my best to see and guess, but I still don't know who he is." If I guess nonsense, he is your father, but looking at the wrinkles on his forehead and eyes, judging from his age, he can almost be your grandfather. ”

When Xing Feng came here, a hint of strange color suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he said with a smile: "Could it be that your father is also like my father, who looks much older than his real age?" ”

The little girl didn't answer, but asked very curiously, "This is the Bodhisattva enshrined in my house, haven't you seen what the Bodhisattva looks like?" ”

Xing Feng was stunned and said, "Bodhisattva? Although I don't worship Bodhisattvas at home, I've been to the ancestral temple in the county, and I've never seen a Bodhisattva like this! ”

The little girl looked puzzled, she did not speak, but silently took Xingfeng's hand and led him to a house on the left hand side of the main house. Walking into the room, bypassing a huge landscape screen, and coming to the back of the screen, the little girl pointed to a portrait on the wall with her eyes, and then said softly: "Look. ”

When Xing Feng saw the portrait, he immediately showed surprise.

I saw that the portrait was depicted with colored ink of a person sitting upright, with delicate lines and rich colors, making the characters in the painting lifelike. When Xing Feng looked at the portrait for the first time, the eyes of the middle-aged man in the painting looked at the person under the painting as if he had the aura of a living person, which made Xing Feng subconsciously want to look sideways to avoid the sharpness of his gaze after looking at it for a while.

At this time, Xing Feng felt that his hand was pulled by the little girl, and he was taken out of the room again. Walking out of the house, Xing Feng stood in the courtyard and exhaled a long breath, and then heard the little girl smile and say, "Looking at your nervous appearance, you know that he is a bodhisattva, right?" ”