This year is the first reunion year that Zhen Shi Niang's family of four has spent together.

Maybe it's the last one.

Although she persuaded Shen Zhongqi to have confidence in herself, Zhen Shiniang had no confidence in herself at all, the doctor did not treat the dying person, so many famous doctors were helpless, and her illness was probably incurable.

Because of this, Zhen Shi Niang cherishes it very much.

It snowed for two nights in a row, and early in the morning of the thirty-first morning, Zhen Siniang saw through the window that Jian Wu Jianwen was building a snowman with Sister Xian and a group of little maids in the small garden in front, and Zhen Siniang simply changed into thick cotton clothes and ran out.

Seeing his mother, Jian Wu and Jianwen were overjoyed, "...... Mother, mother, I want to make eyes out of eggshells! While rolling a big snowball with Jian Wen and pressing it on the piled snowman's body, Jian Wu looked at the snowman's head with white flowers and said.

"Okay!" Zhen Shi Niang wore thick gloves while patting the snowman, and said in her mouth, "Don't forget to paint your eyes black with ink." ”

"Hmm!" Jian Wu turned around and instructed the little maid, "Go and bring my ink, and make two more empty eggshells." "Weigh it with your hands," told Xu Ma to just make a small hole in the egg, and the egg whites and yolks could be poured out and stir-fried. "When I was a child, I was reluctant to waste it, and Zhen Siniang often played with eggshells for Jian Wu Jianwen like this.

Seeing that they still remembered these details, Zhen Siniang nodded with satisfaction.

Parents' words and deeds can always imperceptibly influence children.

"I'm going to make a nose out of this!" Sister Xian also plucked a fiery red tortoiseshell hairpin from her head, "The red nose is beautiful!" ”

That's a priceless tortoiseshell!

The little maid who was chattering suddenly fell silent and looked at Zhen Shi Niang.

Feeling that the atmosphere was wrong, Sister Xian didn't know what was wrong, her little hands froze in mid-air, and her little mouth was deflated and she wanted to cry.

I didn't expect Sister Xian to take out such a valuable thing to make a snowman's nose, which is even more ridiculous than the little county lord who took jade for a puppet. Zhen Siniang was also taken aback, and was about to say that it was too expensive to use it as a toy, seeing Sister Xian's posture of crying, Zhen Siniang's voice couldn't help but pause, "Okay." She smiled and took Sister Xian's hand, "It's just that Sister Xian has to remember to take it back when the snowman is turned in." He put the tortoiseshell hairpin in the snowman's face, and carved an angular mouth under the nose with Sister Xian's hand.

White snow. A dazzling red that shines brightly in the sun.

For a moment, the snowman grinned at everyone as if he had come to life.

Sister Xian slapped happily, "The snowman is alive." The snowman is alive! Mother ......" She took Zhen Shi Niang's hand, "Let's call her Xiaoxue, okay!" ”

"He's a man!" Jian Wu objected fiercely, "It's good to call Dayong!" ”

Zhen Shi Niang took the little maid's straw bun and pressed it on top of the snowman's head, "Now, I will become a woman!" ”

"Mother!" Jian Wu's face turned red.

This is something he and his brother have worked so hard to put together.

“…… My brother has to let my sister! Zhen Shi Niang lowered her head and arranged the flower bun on the snowman's head.

Jian Wu pinched his nose and grimaced at Sister Xian.

Sister Xian hid behind Zhen Shi Niang in a flash.

Seeing Sister Xian secretly poking her head out from behind her and sticking out her tongue towards Jian Wen and Jian Wu, Zhen Shi Niang nodded with satisfaction.

Since Yang Lan's death, Sister Xian is so lively for the first time.

This later. The old lady became more and more confused, especially the people and things in front of her who forgot in a blink of an eye, and correspondingly, she didn't look at Sister Xian so closely. If she can escape the confines of the old lady, she will soon forget the shadow of that night and return to her former liveliness.

"Madame ......" is always a little worried about using priceless tortoiseshell hairpins to make a snowman nose.

“…… I'll mention her later. Zhen Shi Niang commanded in a low voice. There are no people in this yard, you will find a little maid to watch later. Put it away as soon as the snowman melts. ”

Dong Ju whispered.

The snowman was piled up in the small garden, and seeing that the garden was empty, Zhen Siniang remembered the ice lantern in her previous life, and simply took a few children to pour the ice lantern in the garden...... On the cold day of the number nine, the dripping water turned into ice, and soon, everyone poured out large ice cubes of different sizes.

When Shen Zhongqi came back, the family was playing hotly, especially Jian Wu Jianwen, it was rare for the mother to accompany them so crazy, as if they had returned to the past, the two little guys jumped up and down happily, their heads were sweating, and even Sister Xian shouted loudly, which scared Shen Zhongchi.

"God, it's a cold day, you're freezing carefully!" stepped forward and wanted to carry Zhen Siniang back to the house, but saw that the three children had stopped screaming and were looking at him with wide eyes, and Shen Zhongchi's hand stopped at Zhen Siniang's side.

"Dad, my mother will take us to pour the ice lamp." Jian Wu Jianwen shouted first, "Mother will take us to pour the ice lamp!" Sister Xian also shouted, her eyes were shining, she forgot to call her mother, followed Jian Wu Jianwen and called her mother, and was about to drag Zhen Shiniang into the house, Shen Zhongqi froze there, and looked back at Sister Xian in a daze.

Sister Xian, it's been a long time since I've been so happy.

Thinking of how she teased herself in the past two months, Sister Xian was timid, and without saying a word, Shen Zhongqi turned her head to look at Zhen Shi Niang.

Zhen Siniang took advantage of the situation and pulled his hand, "...... It's rare that the children are happy, so let's come with the generals. ”

"Your body ......," Shen Zhongqi hesitated.

It's not for these children, her body is more delicate than the daffodils.

“…… Chinese New Year, just this time, I have asked people to boil a cold soup, and everyone will drink a bowl after entering the house, and it will be fine. ”

Maybe it was the last time in her life.

Saying that, Zhen Shi Niang pulled Shen Zhongqi to a large square ice cube that had just been poured, and said with a smile, "We are worried that this ice is too hard for everyone to carve, and the general is here to work as a coolie." He took a blunt knife from the maid's hand and handed it to him, pointing directly above the ice, "The general will dig a hole from here, and he can put candles at night." ”

Temporary, there is no mold at home, all of them are big ice cubes that the little guy moved from everywhere, and put them around the garden, everyone casts them on this basis, and without training, everyone is whimsical, and they can pour how they want, and the result is a bunch of strange and strange big ice cubes, how ugly and ugly it is.

However, being able to pour these out with his own hands, and watching the flowing water turn into crystal ice under his hands, everyone was already very happy with this magical feeling, Jian Wu Jianwen shouted for a while, "Another spoonful of water!" After a while, he shouted, "I've got a bag growing out of my head." It made everyone giggle, but no one cared whether it looked good or not.

Shen Zhongchi, a latecomer, felt particularly ugly, and dug out a diamond-shaped hole half a foot deep with two or three knives, and Shen Zhongqi simply smoothed the edges and corners outside, making it look like a big watermelon.

Jian Wen was dumbfounded.

turned around and greeted his mother, "The second uncle is skillful, I'll call the second uncle to carve!" ”

I'm just temporary, this little guy doesn't want to carve all of this, does he?

Looking at the thirty or forty strange-shaped large ice cubes in the small garden, a layer of black lines formed on Shen Zhongchi's forehead.

This is not something that can be done in an hour or two!

Zhen Shi Niang had already nodded, "Okay!" He added, "Call Feng Shisan and Ji Huaifeng again." As he spoke, he beckoned the little maid to take the water and pour it evenly along the watermelon that Shen Zhongqi had just carved, but in a quarter of an hour, the white notches on the surface of the ice hockey were gone, and a watermelon lantern that was crystal clear jumped in front of him.

Jian Wu and Jian Wen screamed with joy.

He turned his head and beckoned the little maid to take the candle.

Sister Xian first grabbed the fire fold and asked Shen Zhongqi to hold it and step forward.

From the watermelon lamp, there is a touch of orange light, shining in the sun.

The people in the courtyard sighed.

“…… Why isn't it dark yet! Jian Wu looked up at the white sun.

He couldn't wait to come out at night to see the ice lanterns he had made.

The little maidens covered their mouths and smiled.

was infected, and even the corners of Shen Zhongchi's mouth involuntarily rose.

In the end, he was worried about Zhen Shi Niang's body, and seeing that Shen Zhongxin and they still had to carve for a while, Shen Zhongqi urged Zhen Shi Niang to lead Sister Xian into the house to warm up, "...... It's the same with coming out at night. He lowered his voice again, "What do you like, come into the house and draw a picture of me for you." ”

I didn't expect Zhen Siniang to like the ice lantern so much, and suddenly, Shen Zhongqi wanted to carve one for her and put it in the most dazzling place in the garden, so that she could see it every day when she sat in the house.

Zhen Shi Niang's eyes lit up, "Okay, I'll go back and paint." Seeing that Sister Xian was still unsatisfied, she took her hand, "Let's go back to sleep first, otherwise we won't have the energy to watch at night." The tone was intimate and peaceful.

Sister Xian's little face instantly brightened.

When she slept until the time of the lamp, Zhen Siniang opened her eyes, and Sister Jian Wen and Jian Wuxian had already changed her clothes and was lying on the side of the bed looking at her with wide eyes.

“…… Mother can really sleep, I would have woken up a long time ago. Sister Xian blinked.

"Don't talk about my mother like that!" Jian Wu immediately glared, "My mother is not in good health, and my father said to sleep to nourish her body!" ”

Jian Wu has always been domineering, and he will train without speculation.

Sister Xian had long been accustomed to his temper, and turned her face away.

Seeing that the two blushed when they didn't say a word, Zhen Siniang shook her head helplessly, and reached out to drag Sister Xian over, "Who combed your hair, it's so beautiful." ”

"Sister Dong Ju combed the ......," Sister Xian said, glanced at Jian Wu secretly, and whispered in Zhen Shi Niang's ear, "I didn't mean that my mother was snooze, I was in a hurry to come back to see the ice lantern." ”

The first time I made ice lanterns by hand, as soon as the sky was darkened, several children were open, afraid that it would be too noisy to disturb Zhen Shiniang's sleep, and also worried that the children would not want to eat when they were playing wild, so Shen Zhongzhen strictly ordered to eat the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner and order again.

So, the three children waited for Zhen Shi Niang to wake up in front of the bed.

Zhen Shi Niang smiled dumbly when she heard this, "Okay, let's go to dinner." He lowered his voice and said to Sister Xian's ear, "I'm also looking forward to coming back to see the ice lantern after dinner." ”

Sister Xian's little face immediately turned red, like a ripe apple, "I'll go get clothes for my mother!" She turned and jumped to the ground.

This Jian Wu Jianwen was unhappy because her mother bit her sister's ears as soon as she woke up, so she took off her shoes and climbed onto the bed and squeezed into Zhen Shi Niang's arms, holding her tightly and not letting go, as if she was afraid that she would be snatched away.

Zhen Shi Niang couldn't cry or laugh.