It hasn't snowed in Jiangnan for ten years.

At midnight on the 27th day of the lunar month this year, not only was it rare to snow, but it was also surprisingly heavy.

The flying flakes continued to fall on the ground, forming a thick layer of snow.

The people of Xihe Prefecture have put on thicker clothes. If it weren't for the warm clothes distributed by the state government, I don't know how many people and how many poor people would not be able to survive this winter.

Still, there are many bedridden elderly people who have been sent away by the first snow in a decade.

Winter has arrived, and the cold winter wax moon is the season of slaughter.

On the twenty-eighth day of the lunar month, the time of Chen, Sima Mansion.

Sima Qin is watching the snow.

He was originally from the north, and he had not seen snow for eight years since he came to Xihe Prefecture to serve as Taishou.

"It's snowy!" Sima Qin said with emotion.

In the past two years, it has been very difficult for him. Especially in the past two years, he has worked too hard for his daughter and the people in the city.

"Father." Not far away, a young woman was walking slowly.

The woman was dressed in a green coat and wore a thick fur.

Her peerless appearance will be shocked by anyone who sees it. A pair of clear eyes, slightly frowning eyebrows, a high nose bridge, lips with a hint of pale but delicate, three thousand green silk neatly coiled behind her head, even more slim and moving.

Sima Qin turned his head, looked at the woman, and said with a smile: "Wen Xin is here, how is her body?" ”

"It's half better." Sima Wenxin smiled lightly.

Her smile is bright and moving, and although her lips are slightly pale, it still does not affect her softness and cuteness.

Recalling all the things in the past two years, Sima Qin couldn't help choking up and said: "That's good, that's good!" ”

Looking at his father's expression, Sima Wenxin's eyes suddenly turned red.

How could she not know that her father prayed to God and worshiped Buddha for herself, searched for famous doctors all over the city, ran around, and worked day and night?

Since the death of her mother, Sima Wenxin has rarely felt so deeply.

The father and daughter just stood like this, watching the snow scene in the south of the Yangtze River together. A thousand words, all in words.

Li Tianhua's annex.

As soon as the boy woke up, he heard Shennong's exclamation: "What a snow!" ”

"Yes, last year, I heard the villagers say that there has been no snow in Jiangnan for ten years. After all, this year should be the eleventh year, but I finally saw snow. Li Tianhua said happily.

"Boy, it's good that I cured Sima Wenxin's illness." Shennong said with a smile.

"How?" The young man was a little puzzled, why did Shennong mention this in a good manner?

Shennong didn't expect to get such a reply, and his smug expression suddenly froze on his face.

He cleared his throat and said, "Look how hard it is snowing and how cold it is. If I don't cure her, the little girl will surely die. ”

Shennong looked at the young man with a smile: "Just in time for this heavy snowfall, maybe you can make some excessive demands to Sima Wenxin." ”

Li Tianhua hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No, no, no, I don't have that kind of mind about Sima Wenxin at all." ”

I saw Shennong smile evilly: "What are you talking about, I didn't say what the requirements are." ”

The young man was angry, ashamed and annoyed, and his face was red to the base of his neck.

After a while, he said angrily: "You play me!" ”

Shennong shook his head, still sneering: "No, no, this is what you said, I didn't fool you."

I just reminded you that you can ask Sima Wenxin for some returns, who knows what you will think in that direction? ”

The young man thought of breaking into Sima Wenxin's room at that time, and he was even more ashamed.

"Knock knock," a quick knock sounded, and Li Tianhua hurried forward to open the door.

I saw a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl standing outside the door, wearing a thick fur, looking delicate and handsome, with a face like a full moon.

The person who came was the little maid in Sima Wenxin's courtyard: Haoyue.

I saw that after Haoyue saw Li Tianhua, she lowered her head slightly, gave a blessing, and said: "A few days ago, Haoyue didn't know how to lift and collided with Gongzi, and today I came to ask Gongzi for guilt." ”

Li Tianhua couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded.

He knew that at that time, Haoyue stopped him for Sima Wenxin's comfort, which was understandable.

This kind of thing, the teenager has long forgotten about it, so how can he account for it?

Li Tianhua said with a smile: "Where is Miss Haoyue, I forgot about this matter, it's all over, what are you doing with it?" ”

Haoyue was stunned. She originally thought that Li Tianhua was the kind of person who was arrogant and arrogant, and he would teach her a hard lesson.

When I came to ask for guilt this time, I was also prepared to be humiliated or even done dirty things by the teenager.

Haoyue couldn't help but glance at Li Tianhua a few more times.

Being stared at by Haoyue, the boy felt extremely unnatural, and his cheeks were slightly hot.

"Tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Eve, the master will hold a banquet in the mansion, and the young lady will order the slave to invite the son. Please invite Li Gongzi to participate. ”

"Okay, I'll go." Li Tianhua was really embarrassed by Haoyue, so he sent her away in a soft voice and in a few words.

On the evening of the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month, the lights in Sima's mansion were bright. Even the two big red lanterns hanging at the entrance of the house were as bright as the sun and the moon.

The whole house is filled with the joy of the New Year.

More than 350 men, women, and children from the house came to the banquet.

This year's Chinese New Year's Eve banquet was not only attended by the heads of major families in Xihe Prefecture, but even Miss Sima Wenxin, who was rumored to be bedridden for a long time in Sima Mansion.

As soon as he arrived in the lobby, Li Tianhua was pulled by Sima Qin to drink.

Sima Qin, this guy is estimated to be drunk into mud. The boy had no choice but to pick up the wine glass half-pushed and half-on.

It's not that Li Tianhua hasn't drunk wine, but he hasn't drunk such a good wine.

When I was a child, Father Chen in the blacksmith shop would come to the house every once in a while to beg for wine, or he would not leave.

My father didn't know how, but he could really get a few jars of good wine.

The two old men drank from day to night, and from night to day, just like Sima Qin in front of them, drunk like mud.

Once when the old man went out, the boy secretly took out his wine and drank it.

I still remember that when I took a sip of wine, the boy was almost gone, he was seriously ill for several days, and he was lying unconscious in bed.

From then on, he never dared to steal his father's wine again.

Nowadays, the wine of this Sima Mansion is really much more delicious than the throat-burning wine in his own house.

In a blink of an eye, Li Tianhua had been poured three full cups of peach blossom brew by Sima Qin.

When the heads of the major families saw this scene, they couldn't help but be secretly frightened, and silently recorded the appearance of the young man in front of them.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food, the next thing is to keep the New Year.

As soon as the night passed, the people slowly dispersed and went back to their homes.

The boy fled the banquet in a hurry.

Looking at Sima Qin's posture, if he didn't run, he might be dragged and poured seven or eight glasses of wine.

The young man walked slowly on the way back to the courtyard, and vaguely saw Sima Qin being supported by two guards, and returned to the courtyard in three steps, one crooked, and seven steps......

There has been no snow in Jiangnan for ten years, and the fall is a grand occasion in the world! This snow scene in the south of the Yangtze River has a poem that praises:

Flying snow welcomes the return of spring,

Fold the willow to find the plum without a trace.

There has been no drifting in the south for ten years,

The cold winter night passed through the Qiongmen.