There is still snow on the green bamboo leaves, and occasionally when the wind blows, the snowflakes fall from the branches like flowers. Those pure white flowers seemed extraordinarily quiet and gentle in the early morning, and for a moment the whole world was so quiet that there was no sound, only the white petals scattered in the sky.

"Sister Miao, Sister Miao, it's snowing, it's snowing." Yueyue greeted her with her hands raised not far away, and her little hands that were red from the cold could be seen from afar, and her face that was red from the same was excited.

This little girl, when she is excited, likes to repeat her words, as if others can't understand what she means when she shouts over and over again.

Song Miao tucked her coat, a bright smile appeared on her face, she squatted on the ground and grabbed a handful of soft snow, crumpled it into a ball of stones in her palm, and threw it steadily in the direction of Yueyue's beckoning.

The sudden small snowball smashed on the thick winter coat, and there was no pain, but the snowball exploded and scattered on the snow slag on her face and neck made the little girl giggle, she rubbed a few small snowballs according to the gourd drawing, and smashed them in the direction of Song Miaomiao.

I have to admit that children's ability to learn things is too strong.

After a few rounds of fighting, Song Miaomiao was left with only the share of hiding and begging for mercy.

The winter morning is occupied by two girls, one older and one younger, and the air is filled with a warm and pleasant atmosphere.

The old man came lightly and came behind Ning Jian, who got up at some point and was leaning against the door in a trance.

A crow-like voice rustled, "Boy, you're finally awake." ”

Ning Jian looked back and was stunned, and immediately guessed a rough idea, and responded politely.

The old man's old face relaxed, and he glanced at Song Miaomiao, who was smiling and playing like a child in the snow, she turned her head sideways and said meaningfully: "This girl is a good one, you have to cherish it, don't let her down." ”

The old man's sudden and incoherent words made Ning Jian stunned for two seconds, he was not a person who was good at expression, and he did not respond to the advice of the strange old woman in front of him at the first time.

didn't get a response from the man, the old man's thin face sank and said: "I can see that this girl has affection for you, you haven't eaten or drunk for a day, she doesn't eat or drink for a day, she takes care of you, obviously her back and shoulders are all bruises, and she has been worried about the abrasions on your body, and when she saw that you had a fever, she didn't sleep much at night, and the little girl named Yueyue." ”

"Eccentric and alienated, let such a little girl open her heart to her, this girl should have taken a lot of effort, and she treats people sincerely and not hypocritically, she is the only good girl she has seen in her life, if you can't protect her life, stay away from her as soon as possible, don't hurt other good girls."

Ning Jian listened carefully to the old man's words, and there were a little stars in his eyes.

After the old man finished speaking, his sunken eyes looked around the handsome man with low eyebrows.

I have to admit that this man did give birth to a good skin, and she didn't need to think much to know what a hot character he was, although she didn't know much, but she could assert that this man was the best looking man she had ever seen in her short life. Compared with Song Miaomiao, who was laughing and playing with Yueyue in the snow, although she had a good face and delicate facial features, she was still far from standing with this man in terms of appearance.

But the older you get, the more you can see through, what's the use of this good skin, there will be a day when you will grow old and disappear, as the saying goes, red face is bad water, but this man's face is too prominent, and it is not necessarily a good thing.

"Grandma, thank you for the reminder, Ning Jian wrote it down." It took a long time to hear Ning Jian's low, hoarse voice sound.

It seems to be a response, it seems to be a promise.