"That's your son's love for you, Haohao, right?" Jiang Ruo's eyes gestured to Wen Hao.

Wen Hao understood, and the mother and son secretly communicated with each other.

"Hao Hao loves Dad, so he loves love." Wen Hao's little mouth is sweet.

As soon as he said that he loved his father, he began to "beat" his father in action.

I saw Wen Hao pick up several snowballs in a row and smash them at Wen Yuan, unceremoniously.

"Hahaha."

This scene of "father's kindness and filial piety" caused Jiang Ruo to laugh out loud, and the laughter echoed in the snow, crisp and pleasant, making people's hearts turbulent.

Father and son both became childlike and played snowball fights.

The atmosphere became particularly joyful for a while, and the laughter and laughter were constantly lingering in the ears.

Wen Hao jumped around flexibly to dodge the oversized snowball smashed by his father, and did not forget to be naughty and provocative: "Dad, you can't hit me, you can't hit me."

Next to them, Jiang Ruo and Wen You admired the snowman built by the father and son.

"Haohao, run, don't get caught by Dad." Jiang Ruo reminded his son.

The corners of her mouth rose in a large arc, overflowing with joy and happiness, and even the smile lines in the corners of her eyes were showing traces, as if she had not been so happy for a long time.

Wen You stretched out his fleshy little hand, grabbed the snowflakes on the snowman with five little fingers, and then opened his palms in a daze, and the crystal snowflakes fell instantly between his fingers, leaving only a few snow particles sticking to his skin.

"Snow snow, snow snow." Wen You muttered happily, and stretched out his little hand to grab several handfuls of snowflakes one after another, and he was very happy.

Wen raised his eyes to look at Jiang Ruo again, and his eyes lit up excitedly, pointing at Wen Yuan and Wen Hao: "Mom, play, baby, play."

Seeing her father and brother having such a good time, she was very excited and wanted to join in the snowball fight.

Jiang Ruo squatted down and patiently coaxed, "Little grapefruit, no, you're still too young."

Wen You pursed her mouth: "Baby play, baby play."

Jiang Ruo pretended to be stern: "No."

In this way, Wen You had no choice but to be obedient and play with the snowman with his little hands.

The cold and bleak atmosphere was brought up by the activity, and even the moon couldn't help but poke its head out of the clouds to watch the world.

The "war" between father and son, which belongs only to men, intensifies.

With Wen Yuan's tall horse, he can completely crush Wen Hao, but he wants to tease his son.

Wen Hao was a little proud: "Dad is so stupid, he can't beat him."

As soon as Wen Hao finished speaking, suddenly, a snowball rushed towards him, and then smashed coldly on his face, so that his arrogance was instantly extinguished.

Wen Hao wiped his face covered with snowflakes, and immediately ran to his mother's side and shouted: "Fairy mother, Dad bullies children, he bullies Haohao."

Wen Hao pounced on him violently, not controlling his strength, causing Jiang Ruo to be knocked back two steps in succession, slightly coquettish: "Oops."

Jiang Ruo touched Wen Hao's head and smiled comfortingly, "Then mom will help you call back."

So Wen Hao, the big filial son, squatted on the ground, pinched a big snowball as much as he could and handed it to Jiang Ruo, "Mom give it."

Jiang Ruo smiled, the tails of his eyes bent into a bright crescent, and praised: "Haohao is really sensible."

She took the snowball that Wen Hao pinched, looked at the distance, and smashed it on Wen Yuan's body accurately, and the snowflakes suddenly scattered and fell in pieces.

Wen Yuan did not dodge it, and willingly became his wife's target.

Jiang Ruo's smile overflowed the corners of his mouth, his face was as white as the moon, and he said happily, "Mom has helped you take revenge."

Wen Yuan's eyes are doting, and he is really a mother and son.

He walked step by step in the thick snow, and came to Jiang Ruo's side miserably, his face pretended to be pitiful, rubbed his head against her, and pretended to be miserable: "Xiao Ruo'er, it hurts so much, quickly touch my body."

Jiang Ruo raised his hand in disgust to push him away, "Wen Yuan, it's just a snowball, when did you become so squeamish?"

Wen Yuan hugged her and tried his best to help: "I don't care, my wife just hurts when she beats me, it hurts."

Jiang Ruo was helpless.

At this time, in the vast and dim world, there was a sudden sound of eagles.

The falcon flapped its wings calmly and soared into the night sky.

It's Wenyuan's pet Hades!

Jiang Ruo hadn't seen it in a while.

The general lifespan of this creature is about fifty years, and it is possible to have a maximum of seventy years, and now it has only followed Wen Yuan for more than ten years, and in the future, it will accompany Wen Yuan for a long time, and can witness the growth of the little master Wen Hao.

If it's not good, maybe Hades can send Wen Yuan away.

Hades bypassed Wen Yuan and landed firmly on the shoulder of the little master Wen Hao, and then turned his sharp eagle eyes, and flew to Wen You's side, but there was no trace of malice, just tilted his head to look at this little girl, and observed carefully.

Wen Hao saw that Wen You was scared, and hurriedly comforted, "Little princess sister, don't be afraid, it won't hurt you."

Wen You, who was already two years old, still retreated behind Jiang Ruo with a little fear, his little hands tightly grabbed his mother's clothes, pouted his pink little mouth, and his eyes were full of tears.

Seeing this, Wen Hao immediately shouted, "Hades, come here."

So Hades obediently flew back to the little master.

At this moment, the sky is full of stars, the full moon covers half of it, and the bright and clear light is widely covered, like a silver veil shrouding the whole world.

The night is endless, and the atmosphere is so peaceful and idyllic that it is too intriguing.

Wen Yuan's eyes were thick with ink, and he couldn't help but kiss Jiang Ruo, and gradually deepened.

Jiang Ruo was overwhelmed by this sudden kiss, and he was secretly obsessed.

In my mind, I seem to be led by a man, reliving the hot old dreams of those years, looking at the flowers and flowers, but it is also vivid, clear and unforgettable.

Pile by pile, piece by piece, the thick feelings flow in the dark like water, as if this is a lifetime.

Wen You tilted his head suspiciously, tugged at Wen Yuan's clothes with his little hand, and then tugged Jiang Ruo, "Dad? Mom?"

Wen Hao walked over and skillfully shielded himself and his sister from the eyes, "Little princess sister, this is not something we children can see."

Wen You couldn't take away his brother's hand, and he drooped his little head for some reason.

Wen Yuan's hot breath burned Jiang Ruo's ears, and his voice choked: "Jiang Ruo, I don't want to give alms."

After a moment of silence, he humbly said lightly, "Charity is fine."

Isn't the stability and beauty of these days her charity?

..

Jiang Ruo was afraid that Wen You would wear too little and play with Wen Yuan and Wen Hao in the ice and snow, and he would be frozen and cold.

Sure enough, I really caught a cold!

As soon as I entered the house from the outside, I started to have a runny nose.

Jiang Ruo: "It's all your fault, I have to take the children to have a snowball fight, and the little grapefruit has a cold."

Gentle and leisurely with his mother, he doesn't like to drink bitter anymore.

Wen Yuan was stunned for a long time, but he couldn't feed a drop of potion, and he was really tired.

This little girl is even more difficult to coax than her son.

There was no way, Wen Yuan and Jiang Ruo had no choice but to coax Wen You and give her a hot bath to ward off the cold.

"Hao Hao also needs to take a bath." Wen Hao joined in the fun.

Wen Yuan blocked the door to the bathroom with his body, "You're four years old, your mother can't bathe you."

Wen Hao: "Why?"

Wen Yuan: "The son avoids his mother."