Looking at the snowflakes in the sky, walking in the snow, everything is so beautiful.

"Qiqi Zhuang Master!" A maid held a baby in her hand and handed it to the old owner of Mengjiazhuang: "Madame is born, it's a female baby!"

The old farmer took the girl, put his bearded face on the baby's face, and turned around happily: "It is said that the girl is the little padded jacket of the parents, and now I also have a padded jacket !!."

"Father, father, I want to see it too, let me see it too!" At this time, Meng Heng was only 5 years old, and when he saw his father, who was over forty years old, jumping happily, he also happily pulled the corner of the old owner's clothes, and he had to look at his newborn sister.

The old owner frowned, lowered his body, and looked at Meng Heng very reluctantly.

Meng Heng looked at it carefully, he just wanted to reach out and touch his sister's little nose, but in the end he retracted it.

After a while, someone came to the house, saying that Mrs. Meng also wanted to see the newborn baby.

It just so happened that the sky was starting to snow.

"It's snowing!" Meng Heng ran out of the door, looked at the snow, thought for a while, and hurriedly ran into the house.

"Master, you can name the child!" Mrs. Meng lay on the bed and looked at the sleeping child, smiling very kindly.

"It's called Menghu!" said the old owner of Meng, sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes not taking off the child.

The old lady smiled: "A girl, your name is Menghu!?

"Meng Xue!" Meng Heng lay on the side of the bed gently, his eyes did not leave this newborn sister for a moment.

"No, then it's called Menglong!" The old owner of Meng Zhuang frowned slightly: "The people of my Meng family, regardless of men and women, must definitely be powerful and domineering!"

"It's called Meng Xue!" Meng Heng gave the old owner Meng a slanted look.

The owner of the old village said: "Oh, little cub! If you don't fight for a few days, you will go to the house to uncover the tiles? Even you dare to stare at you."

"I also think Meng Xue sounds good!" said Mrs. Meng.

"Isn't Menghu not good?" said the old owner of Meng, who was a little disappointed.

But Mrs. Meng ignored it: "Heng'er, you must take good care of Sister Meng Xue in the future!"

"Well, I will!" Meng Heng jumped up happily.

A few years have passed in the blink of an eye.

"Brother, are you tired of carrying me on your back?" Meng Xue lay on Meng Heng's back, playing with Meng Heng's hair.

"It's as heavy as a pig, do you think I'm tired?" Meng Heng complained a little.

"If I'm a pig, then what are you?" Meng Xue felt sorry for her brother: "Besides, if you don't want to carry me, then let me go down, and I'll walk home by myself!"

"I think it's better to forget it!" Meng Heng said: "If your old man accidentally falls, my father and mother will definitely pick me again!"

"Brother!" Meng Xue put her face on Meng Heng's face and rubbed it happily.

"What?!" Meng Heng replied.

"I knew that you actually hurt me!" Meng Xue squeezed her nose and smiled happily.

Meng Heng raised his head very proudly, but he hid his smile: "Come less!"

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