Fanyin lowered her head, wiped away the remaining tears, and looked at Linglong and Beiming happily, her eyes were still moist: "Thank you, thank you." ”

"Is this New Year's gift okay?" Linglong proudly spun in circles in the air, flicking his tail one after another.

"Good!" Fanyin looked at it with a smile, happy and excited.

"Whatever voice you want to hear in the future, just tell me, I can pass it on to you!"

"No need, thank you, I'm sorry to always trouble you. ”

"No trouble, no trouble, no trouble!" "Is it enough to listen to his voice alone?" Linglong pointed at Bei Ming with his tail, Fanyin and Bei Ming glanced at each other, "I ......" Fanyin suddenly felt a little shy, and hurriedly looked away, but Beiming kept staring at her, and her face was hot.

"I'll learn from you whether the rain is good, and the thunder, the rumbling is good. Linglong said happily as he said it, his head rushed down and hung upside down in the air, playing with himself with his paws and ears.

"Good. Sanskrit whispered, not daring to look at Beiming.

"Then what gift are you going to give me?" Bei Ming looked at Fanyin, his eyes were good, and he spoke.

"What?" Fanyin looked at him for a moment, and found that his gaze was still so strong, she was embarrassed, turned her head to look at Linglong again, and coughed lightly.

"Why are you like this, the gift was given to Xiaoyin by me, what do you want with others. Linglong angrily blocked the gap between Fanyin and Beiming, and Fanyin laughed all at once.

"I ......" Beiming was scolded by Linglong, and he couldn't care about looking at Sanskrit. "You just met her, and you whispered, are you very familiar with people?"

"Of course, the first voice Xiaoyin heard after she became deaf was my voice, I called her What's wrong with Xiaoyin, you can also call it if you have the ability. ”

Linglong slipped up the pinna of Sanskrit and turned into her earrings.

"I won't go anywhere in the future, it's okay to accompany you every day. Linglong said coquettishly.

"Good. Fanyin said happily.

"Xiaoyin, is my voice good?" "It's good. Sanskrit kept smiling. "Where's his voice?" Linglong asked casually, and Fanyin looked at Bei Ming, who also looked at her. "It's nice too. She smiled at Bei Ming, not avoiding his gaze again. "Where's my voice?" asked Linglong.

"Sounds good. Linglong and Beiming replied in unison. Sanskrit looked at Beiming, "What gift do you want?" "I want to think about it." Linglong took care of himself and flew down from Fanyin's ear, and Sanyin was amused by Linglong.

"It's not snowing today, can it snow?" "You can change spells when Xiaoyin, why are you so demanding," Linglong turned around and said to Fanyin, "Xiaoyin don't pay attention to him, the gift is given to you by me, don't worry about him, just find me a glass of wine." ”

Linglong thought that there was wine to drink, and Beiming was by his side, and he was not afraid of being caught when he was drunk, so he instantly became excited and wagged his tail vigorously. "Okay, okay?" it asked, flickering its wings.

"Of course it's okay to drink, are you afraid that you won't drink with him?" said Fanyin. "Linglong, are you also from the North?" "Yes. "Do you like snow?" "Yes." "Then I'll give you two a snow!" said Sanskrit.

"It's good, it's good, though. Linglong's voice did not fall.

I saw Fanyin ring his hands together, holding Linglong, and his left hand grabbed the sleeve of Beiying's coat, and instantly moved to the empty square. Fanyin let go of Beiming, waved her backhand, and in an instant, a seven-foot long bow flashed on Fanyin's side, high above her head early.

I saw Sanskrit Yin stepping on one end of the longbow with his right foot, stretching the bow sideways, pulling the string with his right hand, and crossing the bow with his backhand. The arrows rang out brightly, pleasantly and crisply, and at this time, the New Year's flowers also burst out together. People couldn't help but be lured by the frost-breaking arrows of Sanskrit, and they looked at the sky one after another.

Flowers fill the sky, beautiful and shining in the night sky. Just as countless bright sparks fell, the sky suddenly lit up with silver spots and quietly fell. People stared wide-eyed at the beauty of the night sky. I have heard someone say,

"Is it snowing?"

Linglong stood in the palm of Fanyin's palm and was already holding his breath and staring at the night sky: "Is it snowing?" It whispered incredulously.

"It's snowing. Sanskrit said.

I saw that the sparkle fell with the spark, the spark dispersed, but the sparkle still fell, and people stretched out their hands one after another, and a little snow foam fell into their hands, and it melted in a blink of an eye.

"Light snow. Someone shouted happily, "It's snowing, light snow." ”

"Is it enough?" said Fanyin smiled and looked at Linglong.

"You really know how to spell!" Ling Long said incredulously as he looked at the crystal on his dragon wings, flickering and writhing from side to side, looking at the beautiful dots.

Sanskrit looked at the night sky, gradually, more and more ceremonial flowers, the fireworks became more and more beautiful, and the snow on the horizon did not disappear, but became denser and denser, with the fireworks, they gradually turned into a snow-white net, and the colorful colors lined with more gorgeous and ethereal. Patches of snowflakes fall and one can see its shape.

"It's snowing, it's getting heavy. Linglong stared intently at the night sky.

The boys and girls in the square laughed happily and said, "It's snowing, it's really snowing!"

Fanyin looked at Beiming, smiled but did not speak, and when she looked at the sky again, the sound of snow was already loud, and the goose feather-like velvet flowers suddenly fell, floating in the palm of her hand, and did not disappear for a moment.

At this time, the heavy snow is lit up by the fireworks in the sky, like daytime, as in a painting, and the beauty is thrilling. People have long stopped praising and are only envious. The guests in the hall also came out one after another, and everyone was amazed when they saw this scene.

Fanyin smiled and looked at the sky, her eyes were full of warm colors, this was what her father taught her, when she was a child, she could only conjure up a little bit of snow, and she couldn't even pile up a snowball. Later, when she grew up and her spiritual skills were better, she was able to build a snowman and give it to Yaya and Thunderfall. Now Yaya and Uncle Qingshan must have seen it at home, and they will definitely like it very much.

The children of the city were playing happily, and some even rolled on the snow, which was already up to the surface of their feet. The adults were also happy to step on it, just like the children.

"Is it pretty?" said Fanyin happily, turning his head to look at Beiming.

"Good looking. Beiming looked ahead, not knowing whether to look at her or the snow.

With a smile on her face, Fanyin lowered her head and held the Linglong, gently touching the top of its head with her fingers. "Is my gift to you pretty? ”

"Beautiful...... Linglong looked at the sky blankly, and suddenly said happily, "I have grown so big, except for a piece of elk leg meat that my mother gave me, no one has ever given me a gift, and then I left my mother, and there was no gift." Linglong said, and he couldn't help twitching his nose.

Sanskrit touched its nose with her hand and helped it wipe off the nose. Linglong turned his head and looked at Sanskrit for a long time.