After the father and the widow moved to the kiln, they posed in a face-to-face position and pulled up the saw non-stop.

At first, he was curious for a while, but after a few strokes, he was tired and paralyzed, and he lost a little curiosity.

By now, he felt that his wrists were about to break, and they were as soft as worms burrowing into their bones.

"Ahhh Wait, wait, wait, I'll change hands, ouch yo ......"

After changing hands, I pulled it up again.

"Ouch yo ......"

Weiyang's father was accustomed to the drudgery of see-sawing, and he sat and waited for the greedy Weibiao to propose a change of hands every time before he agreed to change.

And he himself never offered to change hands, even if his muscles were so sore that he cramped, he was silent.

The father of the sheep is like a child sulking, full of complaints. In fact, children are often free to get angry and vent at will; And here, once it is put on an adult, it can only be gracefully held and sinned alive.

The snow looks like it's getting heavier and heavier, and it can't stop at all.

At this moment, the wind was blowing rapidly, and the wind was blowing melodious trumpets, whirring and patrolling.

On the ground, I don't know when, a thin white blanket has been laid.

Wei Yang entertained himself in the yard for a while, and for a moment, he finally realized that his body was getting colder and colder, and his little hands were now red from frost, and his snot was little by little, as if it was about to freeze to the tip of his nose.

Under the tip of the nose, a crystal ice drop is clearly visible.

It seems that Weiyang's father roared loudly just now, so scared that Weiyang didn't dare to walk into the kiln rashly at this time.

So little by little, he snuggled against the kiln wall and crawled into the kiln like a little gecko.

When he reached the door of the kiln, he tilted his ears to listen, and at the same time, to see if his father was still muttering.

In the kiln, he saw his father pulling the saw with relish, and he looked like a stuffy gourd, and he was silent for a long time.

So he boldly poked his head out of the collar of his padded jacket, glanced at his father, who was expressionless, and suddenly retracted his head.

In this way, I did the same action several times in a row, and then, I laughed inexplicably.

Once, when he was sticking out his neck for a long time, he was suddenly discovered by his father:

"What are you hiding there?" His father asked him fiercely.

He didn't say a word, and then retracted his head again.

His father said, making a quick eye to him, and then laughing strangely, but without making a sound.

When Weiyang retracted his head, he couldn't help but 'poof', and another, as if he had been holding back for a long time, sneezed out according to the door panel, and his forehead slammed on the door frame.

This scene was seen by his father.

"You little rabbit," said the father of the sheep, as if warning, "you are not cold, come in quickly, and you don't give me a cold." ”

Xiao Weiyang ignored his father and continued to stay in the yard.

By this time, his little hands were numb from the cold. The remaining snot on his hands has been scabbed by the wind.

His ears are no longer his own ears, and his nose is no longer his own nose.

Finally, when Weiyang felt a faint pain in his little hand, he timidly walked into the kiln.

However, he was still afraid that his father would be unguarded and give him an ear scraper from the back.

He tiptoed, and when he saw that his father was not paying attention, he casually pinched a handful of snot and quickly rubbed it against the placket of his clothes.

By this time, the placket of his clothes had been smeared with snot, and after frost, it had now frozen into ice.

In this way, Weiyang watched the two adults pull the saw like ploughing oxen.

He was bored of watching, so he took advantage of his father's inattention, reached out and prepared to grab a handful of sawdust, and as he had just done, he raised his hand casually, and let the sawdust dance in the wind.

He had almost forgotten his father's stern warning to him.

But before he could reach the sawdust heap, he was stopped by his father, who shouted like a thief:

"Hey! You little naughty ghost, I told you, don't catch sawdust, you baby, you are disobedient, your skin is itchy, isn't it? Belch? When the time comes, if it's itchy on your body, don't call me wow. ”

Wei Yang's eyes were blank, and by this time his father had been frightened to put away all his thoughts.

Then he stood far away, his eyes staring, and the two boring guys in front of him had been tirelessly pulling and pulling.

"Change the handle! Change the handle! ”

Weiqi suddenly shouted as if he couldn't step on the brakes.

Weiyang's father then stopped and switched to his other hand.

After changing hands, he hurriedly shook his sore hand in the air to relieve the pain.

After the relief was relieved, he opened his eyebrows and smiled, and did not forget to tease Weiyang.

"Hey, young man, are your paws cold?"

Weiyang ignored it, quickly wiped his snot again, and said a word as if he wanted to cry, "Frozen." ”

Before he could finish speaking, he sneezed again, and his snot spurted out, pulling into a filament thread on the upper lip.

He waved his little hand, busy, one handful after another, rubbing it on the placket one after another.

"Oops, hey! Weiyang, look at your old man's clothes, they have become shit, and you are still wiping them up; Shame on you, hey! Bah! Shame on you, ......"