The thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve has passed, and a new year has begun, which is the Year of the Rat.

"Yan'er! Come on, try on new clothes. Wang Jingli got up early in the morning and wrapped the dumplings and dumplings, and was busy for a while.

The sun after the snow looked very bleak, not a few dark clouds drifting through the sky, the sun through the dark clouds very gently wiped away a little snowflake, and then the snow melted, and the cold wind blew through and became ice.

The wall clock was almost dialed to 9 o'clock, Wang Jingli had to call He Yan who was lying on the bed, a new big red cotton jacket, which was very foreign on He Yan, and wore the dark black cotton pants that Jin Xiaofeng had been driving for several nights, these cotton pants had been knitted when Jia Xuan was hospitalized, just so that Jia Xuan could wear new clothes and pants on the first day of the New Year. Jia Xuan happily ran around the room in new clothes, this was the first time he had grown up and worn new clothes, not to mention how happy he was in his heart.

"Yan'er, there are dumplings here, and there are your favorite black sesame seeds in it, go brush your teeth and wash your face, and then come and try grandma's craftsmanship." Jin Xiaofeng smiled and looked at Jia Xuan, who was as happy as a bird, and felt very content, another year passed, Jin Xiaofeng was a year older, and Jin Xiaofeng was a lot older during that time in the hospital.

He Yan chewed slowly, and the sweet rice balls were wiped out in his mouth.

On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, firecrackers came from time to time outside, the community was very lively, many people came to pay New Year's greetings, of course, there were many people who drove the car with a big bag of gifts to visit the New Year, but Jia Xuan and their home was very quiet, only the three of them sat on the old-fashioned sofa, enjoying the warmth of winter brought by heating and the fun brought by TV. Jin Xiaofeng and Liu Hongliang have no relatives and friends in this city, and their parents have long since left, so a home seems very quiet.

He Yan looked at the snowman that was built last night in the square from time to time, and the snowman had a red hat, which was the hat that Xue'er wore last night, and then He Yan suddenly remembered Xue'er's mother's words, and felt uncomfortable.

While the two old men were watching the TV very intently, Jia Xuan was a little sullen, sitting on the sofa watching the boring replay of the Spring Festival Gala, but he had a lot of thoughts in his mind.

At this time, Wang Jingli found out, looking at He Yan's unhappy appearance, watching him keep sticking his head out to look, and there was a number in her heart, children are all playful.

"Yan, do you want to go down and play?"

Jia Xuan nodded desperately, Wang Jingli looked at Jia Xuan, whose face was very ugly, and was a little worried that he would catch a cold, so she took out a scarf from the room and firmly wrapped it around her neck, which was warmer.

"Old man, I'll take Yan'er for a walk below." Wang Jingli herself put on her clothes and wrapped a scarf, because it was really cold outside, and it was snowing.

"Well, okay, come back early, stay safe."

"Uncle Li, are you there?"

"In, in." Liu Hongliang replied eagerly, and he immediately heard that the voice was Ma Ying, and hurriedly ran to open the door.

"Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year, Ma Ying, has Uncle Li done what Uncle Li entrusted you?" Liu Hongliang looked at the bright smile on Ma Ying's face, and a smile was squeezed out of his face, but his heart was as anxious as fire, and his hands kept fiddling, looking uneasy.

Ma Ying looked at Liu Hongliang's anxious appearance, so she took out a file bag from behind, then handed it to Liu Hongliang, and said with a smile indifferently: "Uncle Liu, don't worry, everything has been done." ”

Liu Hongliang excitedly held the file bag, his hands trembled, he didn't know what to say, and kept muttering: "Now Zixuanxuan's living expenses are not worried." ”

After Ma Ying talked to Liu Hongliang for a few more words, she waved goodbye.

On the square, the snowman experienced the warm winter sun, and the remaining snow had turned into ice, standing there hard, holding a broom in his hand, and two specially enlarged eyes loaded with two stones of different sizes and colors.

"Grandma, will this snowman go?" He Yan was supported by Wang Jingli, and walked cautiously on the path that had become an ice road, although there was a warm day, but at this time the cold air had just passed, the wind was still blowing violently, and the trees on both sides had lost their spring vitality, but it was not too late to spring at this moment.

Wang Jingli saw that the cold wind was so strong, so she took off the small hat on He Yan's head, took off her big hat and put it on him, this might be better, He Yan let go of Wang Jingli's hand and walked towards the snowman step by step, wanting to get the red hat, but the snowman was too tall, and He Yan couldn't get the hat from that foot.

"Yan'er, the snowman is waiting to bite people." Wang Jingli stood on the side, looking at He Yan's intoxicated appearance with the snowman alone, and she was happy in her heart, her grandson could be happy, and of course she would be happy.

In the distance, there were two little boys, a little girl, they were singing, dancing happily close to the center of the square, they were holding strings of coveted sugar gourds in their hands, the girl was Xue'er, today she was wearing a particularly beautiful dress, a pink down jacket, a pair of dark blue jeans, and a pair of black shiny boots, this dress is the same as the little princess, the two little boys are taller than He Yan a head taller, looking particularly robust, He Yan looks particularly inconspicuous against the backdrop of the two boys, The little face, which was already black and yellow, has now experienced the baptism of the cold wind, and the skin is dry and cracked, and those skin creams seem to be ineffective at all.

"Huh~ Isn't that what he said? Look, my dad put a hat on this snowman this morning, does it look good? Cher stood smug and smiling like a little angel.

"Xue'er, do you know this dirt bun? Look and see what he's wearing! Migrant workers! Ha ha! The two boys sneered on the side, Jia Xuan didn't care, but Xue'er stood up, and the two willow eyebrows were crowded together and said angrily: "You are not allowed to bully He Yan!" The two boys stopped sneering, but those eyes kept looking at He Yan's poor and sour look, with a look of great contempt.

Wang Jingli stood aside, sighed softly, stepped forward to take He Yan's hand and was about to leave, Xue'er suddenly stood up and said with a smile: "Grandma, if you let He Yan play again, I will protect him." Wang Jingli looked at Xue'er's sincere look, and then looked at He Yan's reluctant look, smiled, and let go of her heart, after all, she was a child, why should she care so much.

"Grandma, I want to eat sugar gourds."

"Okay, Yan'er, stay obediently, don't run around, grandma will give you food." Wang Jingli let go of He Yan's hand, and then walked down the stairs step by step and disappeared at the intersection.

"Why, come, how about we build another snowman?" Xue'er is like a little adult, although he is the same age as He Yan, but he is taller than He Yan, but only a little taller, Xue'er took He Yan's thin little hand, held the small hand full of holes, and held the thin hand like a rib, but Xue'er didn't care, she pulled him to the lawn on the side, but the snow on the lawn was still piled up and not yet frozen.

He Yan was very excited and squatted down, suddenly there was darkness in front of him, he plunged into the snow, the whole hat was soaked, Xue'er saw that the situation was not good, and cried anxiously, the two boys were still there to play with themselves, and when they heard Xue'er's cry, they thought that the poor boy had bullied her, and immediately ran straight to her, but saw that He Yan's face was already purple, and his face was covered with nosebleeds.

"Grandma! He bled out! Grandmother! Wang Jingli walked up the stairs step by step with difficulty, but at this time she heard Xue'er's cry, and immediately ran straight up, fell a few times, her heart beat violently, ran past the snowman, and saw that the snow on the lawn had been dyed red, and He Yan was already unconscious.

"Yan'er!" Wang Jingli stepped on the snow, tears on her face, but it was too cold at this time, and the tears just flowed out of her eyes, and they became ice, and Wang Jingli's old body struggled to hold He Yan and desperately shouted "Help." ”