On the table was freshly hot dishes, and white smoke was billowing from the pot, but soon it was calm, and the smell of winter was tainted, and things without a constant heat source would soon lose their temperature. They are not among them, the warm heart is bubbling with blood, and the happiness of reunion after a long absence is catalyzed, and naturally they have not lost their vitality.

The dishes are fried with shredded artichoke, rotten cowpea meat, and pickled bacon, and cabbage and tofu soup in the soup bowl. There is not a lot of time to sit at the dinner table, and there is no serious atmosphere, they all want to go out with the rice bowl to see, the snow in the mountains has not stopped, the group of guys who heard the news are pumping their heads to test the minds of the masters, examining and pacing, when Shi'an rushed the snow-white rice grains to all directions with chopsticks, they have red eyes, fluttering wings and sprinting, even the big red crown high on the branches on weekdays has set off a storm, impatiently galloping.

Planing the still hot meal, he ate hard, he had some plans in his heart, he wanted to bring some happiness to Yuhua and Shi'an, but what was the happiness in the winter? He only thought about snow. This mountain road is not easy to walk, not to mention that the weather has become more difficult, breathing dry and cold air, he clearly thought of the flat land in the ravine, which is a good place for snowball fights, he can finally make up for the regret left in the Yan Mountain, the thickness of this snow accumulation even if a few more people play together, there is no problem.

So they went back to their houses, put on their thick winter coats, and walked hand in hand to that place. Shi'an was surrounded in the middle, as a medium of connection, she also enjoyed playing some swinging games, her happiness was very simple, she was already laughing before the time came, and he was more confident that what he proposed could bring her more joy. Holding Shi'an's warm little hand, his heart was also a lot more stable, Yuhua's visit without telling must have some purpose, but he hadn't found the right opportunity to explain, he was very sure of this, Yuhua's mood he could see that it was a pair of eyes with a story. But now he didn't want to think about it, he just wanted to go and play in the snow as soon as possible, at least until he knew it, and have a common happiness.

Before she could officially shout to start, a few snowballs flew in the whistle, and when she turned to look, she was already cold by this raid, Shi'an had already planned, she and Yuhua seemed to have reached a mutual agreement, and began to fight side by side.

"Okay, you two actually dare to sneak attack me, watch the fight!"

"Haha, second brother, you're too stupid, don't you often say that soldiers don't get tired of cheating? What are you doing here, having a snowball fight! ”

"Brother Aning, you don't need to shout to start a war, you forgot it!"

He quickly threw a few balls at them, but because he was always thinking about the weak woman, he threw them with much less force, so he began a clumsy but sincere performance, with the pleasure they needed.

As if alarmed by the noise of the two women, another team soon appeared, which was the children who lived nearby led by Xiaohong. They were much more enthusiastic than they had been, their red faces and big watery eyes hidden under their pockets, perhaps because they were shy at the sight of the living.

Yuhua was born delicate, in this ice and snow, more and more delicate, he looked carefully, actually felt a little strange, her experience in the past few years has nurtured her temperament, from the inside out to manifest a contradictory temperament, just like the mural on the goddess is unpredictable.

"Let the children play by themselves, so many people are lively, I think Shi'an will be even happier, we are a little inappropriate here, why don't we go and build a snowman." By the way, we still need to prepare some materials to make the snowman look better. ”

"Let's go, let's go home first, I've already figured out what to use." She smiled, took his hand, and began her speech.

A girl's hands are always gentle, otherwise how can she say it softly. But this is only for the group that has not worked too much, he clearly remembers his mother's hands, which are thick, wide and rough, he listens to Yuhua tell him stories, and his heart can't help but think of his mother, the taciturn and even a little wooden soul of suffering. But he couldn't think about it and soon arrived home.

With coal as buttons and eyes, sharpened corn cobs as long noses, bamboo strips as arms, ink-stained red scarves around them, and straw hats borrowed from the scarecrows, the snowman is almost complete, and the grinning face must be portrayed by Shi'an, a project left to her alone. So in the laughter of Shi'an, the snowman, who smiled no more than her, was born, and it smiled silently, standing on a slightly higher slope and looking into the distance.

The happiness did not last long, and soon at noon, the children were scattered back to the warm room, and the three of them should also go back to their homes to prepare lunch, and soon the white tiles rose white smoke, which was the smell of fireworks in the world.

A few new things were added to the dinner table, which was the number of courtesies he used as the host to entertain guests, and in order to make Yuhua feel at home, he had to be as thoughtful as possible. The food at home does not pay attention to the science of plating, but he tries hard to put together the regular shapes, as if he has learned all his life, and the subtle movements are as if he is doing a chemical experiment. Yuhua finally couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud, "Brother Aning, don't bother, who will pay attention to the shape when picking up vegetables, and they don't deliberately go to the competition..."

Shi'an Xu was tired and didn't speak, and the two also tacitly agreed that they were speechless, just after the meal was finished.

It seems that the time at home has passed long and monotonous, and the ice-covered world does not need to be taken care of, so the smoke is long and straight as a trumpet of injustice. Eating is a big thing, and it is a daily routine that everyone needs, so there is no need to care about what people say, and the words of eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating, have repeated the same process for thousands of years. In such a situation, how about enjoying the fruits of hard work in the past year and raising yourself.

Shi'an had fallen asleep, and had gone to her dream to find her mountain spirit friend, and it was estimated that she would not wake up until dusk. She has a beautiful and colorful dream, which is a time that belongs only to a beautiful soul, he has a haircut that is not long, and his doting and gentle eyes have just been put down.

"Yuhua, what's the matter with coming back this time?"

"Brother Aning, I just haven't been at your house for a long time to play, I'm afraid you'll forget me, so I'll come back, by the way, I still have a letter I forgot to give you, you wait for me for a while, and then go get it." Yuhua quickly disappeared at the entrance of the building, and the sound of knock echoed in the not spacious room.

"Well, take it apart and take a look." Yuhua handed it to him with both hands, her big eyes rolling around, as if trying to read something from his expression. She was honest after all, and she didn't peek into the contents of the letter, nor did she ask what was written on it.

His expression changed for no reason, like a cloud in the mountains rubbed by the wind, like a plucked string on the piano platform, and in short, his heart was disturbed by this letter.

The windowsill shone obliquely in the sun, which was not warm but projected on the letter paper pressed under his palm. The dragon and snake on the paper danced wildly, and the scales and claws seemed to cut it, and the handwriting with distinct personality characteristics was the message left by his father, whom he had not seen for a long time.

He should have been happy, but the credible admonition weighed him down. He shouldn't have been so out of shape in front of Yuhua, just crying and laughing, and even forgetting that he was angry, so that she could see it clearly.

It is impossible for him to weave any decent lies in front of acquaintances, but fortunately, his father has a wise foresight and leaves a key text that can be torn up, as well as a small note written to Yuhua.

In Yuhua's concerned inquiry, he showed her the letter, and sure enough, Yuhua quickly burst into tears.

"Brother Aning, why are they hiding it from me, I'm their own daughter, what's the matter that can't be faced together, just leave me aside, saying it's for my good, I don't want their good..."

The small note briefly wrote about her father's blackmail, but there was no specific process, and there was a plan to place Yuhua here.

He naturally has love and pity for Yuhua. Her family suffered a change, and he couldn't watch Yuhua make any unusual moves, so he took the initiative to hug her and give her a warm embrace as much as possible. In this small village with no relatives, only he could provide shelter to comfort this sad woman.

"Yuhua, relax, don't be afraid, I'm still here, Brother A-Ning doesn't say anything else, you can still eat for a lifetime..."

Yuhua's crying became smaller, his breathing became much weaker, and the ups and downs caused by sadness had subsided, and he only lay on top of him like mud with his legs. Her eyes were blank, her eyes were filled with tears that seemed to never stop, and her eyebrows trembled slightly, and she finally closed her tired eyes.

He picked up Yuhua, who was already sleeping soundly, gently put her into the bed, compacted the quilt for her, and then lifted the long hook of the mosquito net.

The lamp rope swayed, and a remnant sun penetrated through the white tiles in the dark space, and time couldn't help but come to the moment of dusk.

Shi'an listened to his brother's words and didn't disturb Yuhua's rest. The two siblings were eating on the same bench next to the fire pit, and the fried rice with the sound of oil was hanging on the fire, and the bright flames were rising, which also dispelled the coldness in his heart. He didn't feel sad, but he still had to be strong, because there were still people who needed his encouragement to get over the hurdles.

"Shi'an, sing a song to your second brother, the one your sister Yuhua taught you before."

"Good!"

"Don't ask why you need to suffer for thousands of miles, the long road is long and endless, pedestrians wander outside the mountains, and you don't see the sound and tears rippling in the books..."

"Brother, do I sing well?" Shi'an looked at him and asked.

"Nice, my sister is the most capable."

Yining's mood still can't calm down, he has been remembering the content of the letter, although the letter has become dust with the charcoal fire, he has to inject the surging thoughts into the pen, he can no longer stop the blood surging in his heart.

So the thick stack of paper appeared on the following line of text:

Winter snow and ice are not cold

But the calamity that comes is worse than the wind and frost

Where do I go to find a pure land of peace?

Come and return a happy abode in the world