In the snow, one big and four small began to build snowmen.

Yu Ping took a small shovel to shovel a pile of snow and piled it up into a small mountain.

The little face was flushed, and the whole person seemed to be bubbling.

Yu Fei rolled a disappointing snowball in the evening.

The details that are not rounded enough are perfected by Lin Haihong.

Then he used the buttons that Yu Shuishan found to make eyes, then used radishes to make noses, and brooms to make hands.

As for Yu Peng, he always pinched the little snowball and smashed people when they were unprepared.

Building a snowman developed into a snowball fight.

In the small courtyard of the blue brick house, the sound of laughter constantly echoes.

Seeing whether Yu Shuishan was rubbing his stomach, Yu Feiwan hurriedly stepped forward, "Dad, go back to the house and rest for a while." ”

Yu Shuishan smiled gently and lovingly, "You guys play for a while and go back to the house, don't suffer the cold, your mother should say that we are messing around when you come back." ”

"If you are sick for the New Year, you will have no appetite for delicious food."

Yu Shuishan patted the snow on his body, said a few words, and then bent down slightly and returned to the house.

Yu Feiwan pressed Yu Peng, who was fluttering with his little short legs and was about to smash the snowball: "Let's stop building a little snowman and go back to the house." ”

Yu Peng couldn't break free, and under Yu Feiwan's enslavement and oppression, he snowballed himself, and finally succeeded in piling up a four-like one.

But Yu Peng, who is hands-on, has a sense of accomplishment and keeps showing off.

This aesthetic is easy to inject lonely life,

He stamped his feet and patted the snow off his body.

The room was steaming, and there was warm water in the cup that Yu Shuishan had cooled in advance.

Yu Feiwan leaned lazily on the chair, swaying his legs, squinting and drinking the water in the cup, the whole person was very comfortable.

"Why haven't grandma and mom come back yet?"

"Does it take so long to go to the temple to burn incense?"

Hearing this, Yu Ping baked her socks and looked sideways at the old wall clock on the wall, "According to previous years, it's time to come back." ”

"It may have been snowing all night, and there was a lot of snow on the road, which made it difficult to walk, so it was delayed."

"It's been going for two or three hours." Yu Feiwan frowned, and couldn't help but be a little worried.

Although the old lady's body bones still look very strong and strong, she will eventually reach her old age.

I knew that she should have gone with her despite the old lady's objections.

When Yu Feiwan said this, Yu Ping was also a little absent-minded, looking at the gate from time to time.

Yu Shuishan's voice came from the back room, "Maybe there are more people who are with each other, so they will wait for each other, and it will be a long time." ”

Yu Feiwan blinked, thought about it and felt that it made sense.

A group of people walking, talking and laughing, always have to be slower.

However, she was faintly flustered.

Otherwise, she might as well open up a new perspective.

Anyway, it's not a disposable, even if it's unfounded this time, it won't be wasted.

"Open Zhang Yingying's perspective."

"Ding~ Zhang Yingying's perspective was successfully opened, and seventy points will be deducted."

Yu Feiwan: !? (_;?

Is this going to go up in price?

Yu Feiwan didn't care about bargaining with the system.

The old lady sat in the ice and snow, her face was pale and pale, her facial features were slightly hideous and distorted because of the pain, and Li Lan wanted to help the old lady up with a panicked face.

Not far behind the old lady was Mrs. Fu, who was lying in the snow with a black blue on her forehead.

The people around him were pointing and scolding.

At the back of the crowd, Yu Feiwan saw the gloating Wang Qinxiu.

"Something's wrong, there's something wrong."

Yu Fei swooped down from his chair in the evening.

Yu Ping is the one who knows Yu Fei's background best, so it was Yu Ping who reacted first.

Yu Ping put on her shoes neatly, "What's wrong?" ”

Yu Feiwan lowered her voice: "I saw my grandmother and Mrs. Fu falling in the snow. ”

In this matter, Yu Shuishan has to come forward.

In this era, people in the village only believed that men could set up a household.

Just, what to say?

Yu Feiwan trotted out and deliberately made some noise and ran in again, shouting at the top of his voice, "Dad, there is an aunt who said that grandma had an accident." ”

"Let's go check it out."

Yu Shuishan, who was groggy and about to fall asleep with a thermos, was startled: "What about people? ”

"After passing the news, I left." Yu Feiwan blurted out.

Yu Shuishan wrapped himself in a padded jacket in a panic, his expression was full of anxiety, "Did you say anything?" ”

Yu Feiwan nodded, "Dad, I'll go with you." ”

"I'm ......," Yu Ping was about to speak.

Yu Feiwan shook his head without a trace.

Since Wang Qinxiu stood by and watched whether the old lady lived or died, he always had to let Lin Haihong see this scene and then cut off Lin Haihong's thoughts.

If you don't recognize Wang Qinxiu clearly, if you don't give up completely, it's a mess.

She can basically be sure that Wang Qinxiu is hopeless.

Yu Ping comprehended, "Dad, you can take Fei Wan back to your cousin with you." ”

"Fei Wan knows a lot, my cousin has a lot of strength and can help."

"I'll be optimistic about Peng Peng at home."

Yu Shuishan did not hesitate and nodded.

The snow was thick on the road, and every step was difficult.

Under Yu Feiwan's lead, he was out of breath in a hurry, and it took twenty minutes to see a group of people in Wuyang.

Wang Qinxiu, who was wrapped in a headscarf and bowed her head vigorously behind the crowd, had nothing to hide.

"Mom?" Lin Haihong muttered.

"Get out of the way."

Yu Feiwan turned into an angry calf and rushed out of the way.

In the crowd, Li Lan helped the old lady to stand reluctantly, and the carefully divided incense was scattered in the snow and broken into pieces.

Mrs. Fu was stunned, desperate and numb lying on the snow, still clutching a long strip of red cloth from the temple in her hand.

Yu Feiwan knew about this tradition.

Many people go to the temple to burn incense and pray for a piece of red cloth, which is cut into strips and tied to the door, wrapped around the belt, or sewn into a square with cinnabar inside.

"Water and mountains, it's not too late."

As soon as he saw Yu Shuishan and Yu Feiwan, Li Lanqiang's composure collapsed, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

"Mom, let go."

Lin Haihong's eyes were cold, and he looked at Wang Qinxiu hatefully.

"That's grandma."

Wang Qinxiu pulled Lin Haihong's clothes tightly, and there was unconcealed happiness in her voice.

"Bad luck, who told your grandmother to protect the mother-in-law who killed several members of the family."

"Broom Star."

"You are a reader, you can't be influenced."

Lin Haihong's eyes were full of disappointment, he couldn't struggle, and lowered his head and bit the back of Wang Qinxiu's hand.

Wang Qinxiu let go of the pain, and Lin Haihong took the opportunity to rush into the crowd.

The old lady tilted her head to Yu Feiwan, Yu Feiwan bowed her head, and wanted to help Mrs. Fu up first, but Mrs. Fu whispered to herself, "I was wrong, I will never come out again, I was wrong, don't fight." ”

Yu Feiwan's eyes were sour, and he said warmly, "Grandma Fu, I'm not late, don't be afraid, don't be afraid." ”

Mrs. Fu should have mustered all the courage to dare to step out of the deserted north of the village, and wanted to take advantage of the good days of the year to burn incense and let God bless her relatives under the spring, so as to seek peace and stability, so that she could live her life well in the future.

(End of chapter)