On the covered bridge, the snow has not completely melted, the ground is very slippery, and the little girl is stumbling while running, looking like she is about to fall down at any time.

Ye Mian was so frightened that she couldn't help but walk out of the pavilion quickly and greet her.

Jojo watched her mother walk towards her, pouting, tears falling even harder, and at this time, her feet slipped.

The small body fell forward.

Qiao Zhanbei, who chased out, his face sank: "Qiao Qiao! ”

Ye Mian shouted in a panic: "Bao-"

She quickly ran to Little Jojo's side, bent over, clasped her waist with both hands, and picked her up.

She knelt on one knee, half-squatted on the ground, looked at the little man carefully, her face was concerned, and her tone was full of worry, "Little baby, where did you fall?" Does it hurt somewhere? ”

Less than a meter tall, the little girl who looked to be two or three years old, with black hair, tied with a high ponytail, and a pair of big black eyes like black grapes on her small pink carved face, were full of tears, and tears kept falling.

She shook her head, choked up and said strongly: "It doesn't hurt......"

Looking at her tearful face, Ye Mian was so distressed that her throat was blocked, and she didn't know if she was crying.

She gently helped her pat off the snow in front of her creamy down jacket.

Qiao Zhanbei stood in the middle of the covered bridge, looked at the mother and daughter at the end, paused, and forgot to breathe for a while.

Worried that Jojo would irritate her.

It took him a moment before he took a step towards them.

Little Qiaoqiao blinked his eyelids vigorously, blinked away the tears in his eyes, and his vision became clear.

It's really mom.

It's sleep.

Little Qiaoqiao looked at her mother, who she hadn't seen for a long time, opened her arms, hugged her neck, and lay her little face on her mother's shoulder, sucking her nose hard and sucking the smell of her mother's body.

Ye Mian's heart warmed, and she couldn't help but hug her backhand.

The little girl was dyed with a faint milky fragrance, and her warm little body was lying in her arms, as warm as a little padded jacket.

Mom also hugged her.

Qiaoqiao pursed her little mouth coquettishly, tears kept falling again, tears flowed down her neck, she opened her small mouth, and choked out: "Mom-Auntie......"

As soon as she spoke, the first syllable had not yet been pronounced, and she remembered what her father had said yesterday, so she hurriedly changed her words.

Ye Mian gently patted her back, pulled her away from his arms, helped her wipe her tears, and said with concern: "Little baby, what's your name?" Have you lost your parents? ”

She remembered that the little girl had been crying and screaming.

Mianmian forgot her name.

Xiao Qiaoqiao felt very aggrieved, and shed tears again, her face was cold, "Auntie, my name is Qiaoqiao." ”

Ye Mian noticed that a man was walking towards her, and she looked at it fixedly.

In the vast white landscape, tall men in dark woolen coats had already arrived in front of them.

He is Qiao Zhanbei.

Could it be that this little girl is his daughter?

Qiao Zhanbei listened to Qiao Qiao call her "auntie", he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, watching the mother and daughter see each other and not recognize each other, all kinds of feelings came to his heart.

He approached them, his eyes fell on Ye Mian's face, and he said softly: "Miss Ye, Qiao, this is my daughter." ”

It's really his daughter.

Ye Mian looked at him and hurriedly shook his head, his eyes were full of concern for Xiao Qiaoqiao, "She just fell and asked her if it hurts." ”

Qiao Zhanbei half-squatted, "Qiaoqiao, where did you fall just now?" Are there any injuries? ”

He checked Jojo's palms, which were not torn, and his leggings were wet on his knees, stained with scattered snowflakes.

Qiao Qiao shook her head and said firmly: "Dad, I didn't fall in pain." ”

"Qiaoqiao said it's okay, it's okay, she has a strong ability to take care of herself." Qiao Zhanbei turned his head to look at Ye Mian and responded to her concern.

It can be seen that even if she doesn't know her, she still cares about Qiaoqiao from the bottom of her heart.

Ye Mian relieved his heart at this time, "That's good, it scared me just now." ”

"Auntie, there is a lot of snow today, can you please build a snowman with me?"

The little girl looked at her with anticipation in her big dark eyes.

She was also very polite.

Ye Mian looked at such a beautiful and pitiful little baby, she nodded almost without thinking, the corners of her lips rose, "Okay!" ”

What about her mother?

Ye Mian was a little puzzled in his heart, but he didn't ask.

Seeing that she happily agreed to Qiao Qiao, he didn't say anything polite to her, he stood up and said loudly, "I'll go find tools for you." ”

With that, he turned and walked away.

He remembers that this time last year, he was still paralyzed in both legs.

It snowed heavily that day, and she told him to go home and find Jojo to build a snowman.

At that time, he wished that he could go to their mother and daughter in good health and accompany them to build snowmen and have snowball fights.

Now......

Looking back, looking at Xiao Qiaoqiao's appearance of being very clingy to her, the corners of his lips rose bitterly, in the past, she was all about pleasing the little girl, but now, Qiaoqiao is so sticky to her, but she doesn't remember that it was her baby daughter who was pregnant in October and worked hard to give birth.

Can't remember either.

On the grass of the garden, covered with a layer of white snow, a mother and daughter, one big and one small, squatted in the snow, holding a small shovel in their hands, building a snowman.

Qiao Zhanbei held Ye Mian's SLR camera and took pictures of them.

Little Qiaoqiao said crisply: "Auntie, you are a mother, I am a daughter, Dad, you are a father snowman!" ”

When Qiao Zhanbei heard this, he put down his camera and soon joined in, he built a big snowman.

Looking at the snowman who looked like a family of three in the snow, and looking at Xiao Qiaoqiao, who was still playing in the snow, Ye Mian asked curiously to the man beside him: "Mr. Qiao, where is Qiaoqiao's mother?" ”