It was already cold in the room, but now after opening the window, the cold wind outside the window poured in at an instant.

But neither of them cared very much.

Although Xiao Congee was not afraid of the cold, Zhou Yan still found a small quilt to wrap her.

It looks like a small rice dumpling.

And her hair has not been taken care of at this time, it is slightly pulled back, and there is a little cute silly hair on her head.

It's just that my sister didn't care about these, just like the little girl who saw her beloved Barbie doll in a fairy tale, enjoying the same look in front of the window with her chin half-propped up, slightly puffing out her cheeks, with a little innocence and innocence, if it is matched with the snowy color outside, it is definitely a moving picture.

Zhou Yan was beside Lin Congee Congee, looking at the land covered by plain snow, today's temperature is extremely low, and the snow can remain on the land for a longer time, especially on the eaves of the non-open-air playground of the Normal University not far away, covered with a thick layer of snow, and Congee's eyes have been falling there.

"Have you seen snow before?"

"I've seen it, the winter in Daliang Mountain is full of snow."

Lin Congee said in a low voice, her eyes seemed to have a little more yearning and reminiscence, but her tone was unconsciously lowered.

For example, when a girl is resting, only a soft and long nasal voice comes out.

"There is snow and herdsmen in Daliang Mountain, at that time, my grandmother often carried a bamboo basket on her back, followed the cattle and sheep, and the porridge and porridge followed my grandmother, and when the sun went down, I would come to the place where a group of herdsmen and uncles lived, and my grandmother would take some picked herbs to exchange food and vegetables with them, and if there was time, I would see a doctor."

Lin Congee looked at the snow-covered roof like a flat ground, and whispered, as if telling a story.

Perhaps it was an inherent impression, Zhou Yan thought that the mountains where Lin Congee lived would be the type of spring all year round, but he didn't expect it to be a snowfield.

If so, the altitude should be quite high.

I don't know what kind of place the small porridge lives in, a cold environment.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that her body temperature is always a little cooler than ordinary people.

And the ultraviolet rays on the mountain are very strong, whether it is cloudy or sunny, it is estimated that this is exactly the case, and the porridge porridge was dark at that time.

"If you stay for a long time, you will fall asleep under the grass hut, there are two horses next to you, and you will always be so noisy that you can't sleep, and at this time, grandma will always light a candle and weave grass rings for porridge, and every time the pattern is different."

Lin Congee said quietly, his eyes darkening at some point.

"After grandma was gone, Congee Congee was sent down the mountain by the herdsman's uncle, at that time I saw the world under the mountain for the first time, there are many colors, there are cars, there are roads extending in all directions, the dean's grandfather gave Congee Congee a lot of books, let Congee Congee go to school, take exams, and then came here."

The speed of her speech was not fast, as if she had returned to when she had just started to speak, and Zhou Yan listened very seriously.

Because this is the past of porridge.

When the loved ones leave, the mountains and the mountains are completely two worlds, strange, isolated and helpless, and even alien to this world.

If he hadn't forcibly broken into her world, maybe she would have lived alone as she had been.

Zhou Yan didn't know that Lin Congee's thoughts drifted back to Daliang Mountain ten years ago.

On Daliang Mountain, an eight-year-old girl wore a skirt woven of red linen, maybe not a skirt, but the cloth was cut a little too big, and it covered the girl's legs loosely.

Her hair was always wrapped, there was snow in the sky, and she wore a large army-green hood.

Every time I walked, the pockets on both sides of the hood would be flicked one by one.

The girl carried a small cloth bag and followed behind an old woman wearing a red cap.

The old woman had a kind face, and the full black hair under the cap made her not look very old except for her face, not to mention, she always had a smile on the corner of her mouth, and the herdsmen who passed by would also stop, taking advantage of the kung fu of taking down the water bag to drink water, and shouting with a smile Mama Su, seeing the porridge, she was also honest

He said, "I'm coming out with my pocket again."

An eight-year-old girl knows her name, but she knows that others always call her by her name, and she doesn't know how to pronounce her name, and she often thinks that Douzi is her name.

The old woman could not speak, she always took one hand in her pocket, and walked slowly forward, where the sun shone on the snowfield, the snow melted, and where it did not shine, the color would darken when she stepped on it.

Sometimes the pocket squats down, picks up small pieces of snow, and puts them in his mouth to taste the taste, but it doesn't taste at all, and it melts away and turns into water.

At this time, the old woman would knock on the big hood of her pocket and tell her not to eat dirty snow, but the pocket at that time did not know what it meant, and would often squat down, taste the snow, and then wait for the old woman to knock on her big hood, which was always a bit of a repeated meaning.

Walking on the snowfield, sometimes for a long time, the girl wanted to let the old woman carry it, but the old woman ignored it, but just helped her shake the snow chips on her cloth shoes quickly, so that she would not be so cold.

As for the snow on the hood, it is left to be kept, and when she walks to the village, the girl's big hood will be covered with a layer of snow, and the old woman will shake off the clean snow and put it in the basin after she settles down, and let the girl pinch the snowman to play, and even if she tastes the snow with her fingers, the old woman will not knock on her big hood.

She'd be thinking, why don't you knock, don't knock, and then the snow slowly melts.

Lin Congee's thoughts returned to reality, and she saw the big boy next to her looking at the snowy scene in the distance just like her, but his hand was always held, very warm, as warm as a tandoor stove built with firewood and cow dung when he slept at night.

Lin Congee leaned closer to Zhou Yan's side.

Feeling his sister approaching, Zhou Yan smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Homesick." Lin Congee said.

When Zhou Yan heard Lin Congee's words, he asked understandingly, "Is it the home that used to be with grandma?"

"Well, I want to go back to Daliang Mountain to have a look, is it okay for my brother to accompany me." Lin Congee Porridge whispered.

"Okay, when are you going?" Zhou Yan also wanted to see where his sister once lived.

"Spring, go in spring." The girl said.

Maybe spring has some special meaning for my sister.

Zhou Yan thought to himself.

Just like today's snow.

"Have breakfast, and we can go down and play in the snow before the game starts." Zhou Yan gently stroked Congee's head and said with a smile.

"Okay."

....

Breakfast was eaten in the restaurant on the top floor of the hotel, in the form of a buffet, and the style was quite rich.

Porridge porridge drank white rice porridge with pickles, very clear, but my sister herself called porridge porridge, porridge porridge and porridge porridge, which is quite interesting.

Zhou Yan ate a meat bun and two steamed buns, to be honest, he still misses the meat foam cooking rice in his hometown, that is the soul breakfast.

Out of the hotel, it's actually quite cold.

There were no people in the morning, and the snow had not yet melted, so the ground was white.

At this time, the snow day was pure snow, unlike the later generations, which were all half-hung snow, and it didn't last long before it turned into water.

Even in the evening, there is a chance to have a snowball fight, and in the early morning you don't see the whole snow at all.

Now there is snow not only on the ground, but also on the grass, and on the cars parked on the side of the road.

All of this symbolizes the arrival of real winter, although this real snow scene does not last long, but it is enough to make people cheerful, make people excited, and make Zhou Yan's childlike innocence beat again.

Taking advantage of the fact that Congee Congee was not paying attention, Zhou Yan pulled down a ball of snow from a car next to him and kneaded it into a snowball, and then threw it out directly, about to smash it on the back of the cotton clothes wrapped in Lin Congee Congee.

It's just that Lin Congee seemed to have eyes in the back, so he dodged directly, and then looked back at Zhou Yan.

"Brother sneak attack." Lin Congee said.

Zhou Yan: ...

So I played snow with the girl who opened the hanging

Isn't it a loss?

Lin Congee also responded to her "ruthlessness" with facts, and also kneaded a snowball and threw it towards Zhou Yan not far away.

Zhou Yan smiled and dodged directly.

It was just that the small snow block that followed and accurately hit the head quickly made Zhou Yan's smile freeze.

"This is a sneak attack." Zhou Yan said helplessly.

Lin Congee Congee turned around, and Zhou Yan didn't want to know that Lin Congee Congee was snickering.

However, this snowball fight technique has been learned by him, Zhou Yan took advantage of the gap when Lin Congee Congee turned his back, pinched two snowballs, one large and one small, with both hands, and then threw them towards Lin Congee Porridge one after another.

Lin Congee dodged the first two, and there was still a gap to dodge the last two, which she could do with her reflexes, but she still let one of the snowballs smash on her head and shatter into snow wool.

Lin Congee winked at Zhou Yan, as if to say that it was evenly matched.

Zhou Yan was also playful for a while, and said to Lin Congee, "Let's make a snowman and see who makes the snowman."

"Hmm."

So early in the morning, the brother and sister began to wander between the parking lots, hugging the snow.

The snow was cold when it was in the palm of his hand, but it had been automatically ignored by Zhou Yan, who was playing at the top.

Soon, Zhou Yan and Congee Congee also made snowmen in a vacant field.

It is said to be a snowman, but in fact, it is a large ball with a small ball on top of it, and then two branches are inserted.

The snowman of Lin Congee Porridge was bare and had no branches, and Zhou Yan also picked up two branches for the snowman to plug in.

Zhou Yan's snowman is a little bigger than Lin Congee's snowman, and he can see it clearly, and he doesn't know if his sister is deliberately letting him.

"Senior, you don't call me when you play in the snow with Congee Congee." A female voice with a little resentment came from her ear.

Zhou Yan looked back and saw Xing Xuan wearing a cotton jacket, a pink scarf, and a pumpkin hat standing not far away.

Xing Xuan's dress looks very beautiful, and she has a bit of a simple temperament.

After all, he was wrapped so delicately in the morning, and as a result, he still had flip-flops on his feet, which was also Xing Xuan's only one.

"We got up early, did Xiaoxuan get up early?" Zhou Yan asked with a smile.

Xing Xuan walked over, and when she heard Zhou Yan say this, there was a narrow smile on her face: "Did you get up early? So last night's porridge porridge was slept with a certain senior brother?"

"Xiaoxuan thinks too much, I and Congee Congee are very pure, my room has two bedrooms, and Congee Congee sleeps on the other." Zhou Yan said seriously.

Faced with his brother's serious lies, Lin Congee lowered his eyes slightly.

"Oh? Is that the case with porridge?" Xing Xuan looked at Congee Congee.

"That's right." Lin Congee Porridge whispered.

"You never lie, it seems that your brother is very honest." Xing Xuan joked with a smile.

Lin Congee's face flushed slightly, but he still nodded his head "honestly".

It is definitely inappropriate to let Xing Xuan know that she and her brother slept together last night.

Lin Congee Congee was still thinking about it, Zhou Yan was still reminiscing about the quibble just now, Xing Xuan made a move at this time, and a small snowball flew out with both hands, directly hitting Zhou Yan and Lin Congee.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that." Xing Xuan smiled and said, "You two are too vegetable, you were attacked by me so easily."

Xing Xuan, who left the campus, obviously let go a little more, in the campus she is a bookish temperament + out-of-the-box personality, so on the snow, she is more like a happy elf.

Zhou Yan smiled helplessly: "The clothes are going to get wet."

"Senior, you were playing crazy with porridge just now, and you didn't even take me with you for a snowball fight." Xing Xuan was dissatisfied.

She noticed the two snowmen beside them, and she rubbed her hands together and said, "Miss Ben will build one too."

Of course, she wouldn't wrap snowballs directly with her hands like Zhou Yan and Congee Congee, she wore gloves to avoid the cold.

Soon two snowballs, one large and one small, were piled up

A small snowman prototype appears.

Xing Xuan was obviously not satisfied with her work, she picked up two branches, a leaf, the branch was like Zhou Yan's porridge as a hand, and the leaf was inserted diagonally on the top of the snowman's head, which looked more cute.

There is one last step to come.

Xing Xuan directly "uprooted" the snowman she had built, moved it next to Zhou Yan and the porridge snowman, and landed on the left side of Zhou Yan's snowman.

In this way, on both sides of Zhou Yan's snowman, one is the porridge snowman and the other is Xing Xuan's snowman.

It really looks like a family of three.

"Senior." Xing Xuan winked at Zhou Yan and motioned for him to come over.

Although Zhou Yan was puzzled and leaned over slightly, Xing Xuan also covered his hand in a trumpet shape, and whispered to Zhou Yan: "Senior, can I also be your sister?"

Xing Xuan didn't wait for Zhou Yan to respond, so she jumped away and grinned at Zhou Yan.

She looks like a funny little witch now.

It's just a magic wand left.

And she obviously didn't ignore the existence of Congee Congee, the words just now were very quiet, although Congee Congee may not have heard it, but Xing Xuan still came to Lin Congee Congee and took her little hand: "Congee Congee, I really envy you for having a senior brother, let me do it."

"Don't." Lin Congee said anxiously.

Xing Xuan was amused: "Don't worry, don't worry, I won't rob my brother with you."

As she spoke, she took off the scarf on her body and brought it to the porridge quite gently.