The young man looks quite upright, with perseverance and stability in his eyebrows, giving people a very upright feeling. He doesn't talk much. When he meets villagers who greet him, he will stop and talk patiently. Without being rude.
I watched him working back and forth for several days in a row. In a few days, he did almost half a month's work of others. He had enough firewood for the lame Liu couple to use for the whole winter. Who saw it? Don’t say a word about your ability!
It fits the image of filial piety that others say.
Liu Qingshan doesn't come back every year. In the past, the old couple could save whatever they could in the winter. The lame Liu couldn't cut firewood because his legs were inconvenient. Wang Guihua could only rely on Wang Guihua to go up the mountain every day to pick up some firewood for cooking. When winter comes, we ask the young men in the village to exchange a few loads of firewood for the winter. After a winter, it will be over.
In fact, Liu Qingshan would send the allowance back every month, but the old couple were reluctant to spend it. They always wanted to save the money for their son to find a wife, and would rather be more miserable and tired themselves.
Liu Qingshan came back suddenly this time, and the old couple didn't know. After he came back, they found out what kind of life his parents were living at home. A grown man sat there in shock for a long time and shed tears.
So I went to the mountains to cut firewood the next day, and found people I trusted in the village. I took money and asked them to help carry firewood to the old couple every winter.
Everyone is from the same village, so they will definitely help if they can, and they have money to take. Naturally, they happily agreed. After Liu Qingshan left, there was a burst of sadness, wishing that this was his child.
After their son came back, the old couple became happy and went out more often, smiling wherever they went.
Suddenly, the whole Liu Village was talking about the lame Liu family. Even Song Yingwan heard Aunt Guihua say it several times, and her words were full of envy.
Compared with other people's children, the aunts and ladies felt more and more that their sons were nothing, and the more they looked at him, the more they disliked him.
When the first snow of winter fell and Liu Qingshan stopped running up the mountain, everyone stopped.
Goose-feather-like snowflakes fell all over the sky, and within a short while, the houses, fields, and mountains all turned into a silvery white color, which was so beautiful that it was intoxicating.
People who grew up here and old educated youths were already used to it, but it was the first time for Tang Xiaotang, Yang Xue and others to see such heavy snow, and they were not too cold anymore, so they happily ran over to see Song Yingwan. Snow.
The last time there were a few pitiful snowflakes floating in the sky, Song Yingwan was very disappointed. Today, he was able to have enough fun. Xu Lang also came over, and the yard suddenly became lively.
At this time, the ground was covered with a thick layer of white snow. Tang Xiaotang clamored to build a snowman. Yang Xue was the first to agree with both hands and feet. Song Yingwan also bent her dark and clear peach blossom eyes, looking across the person's bright eyes. Looking at the words of thanks, his eyes were full of expectation and excitement.
He thanked her with a slight raised corner of his lips, stared at her face, and said slowly, "I'll help you boil a kettle of hot water and soak your hands later."
Xu Lang walked over and put his arm on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Brother Ci, boiling water is just a matter of a fire. It won't be too late to burn it again later. Let's make a pile too."
Yang Xue also said: "Yes, don't you want to build one with my Wanwan family?"
When Xie Ci heard this, his mind changed. He looked up and saw that the girl was also eager to give it a try. He smiled at the end of his voice and said, "That's okay."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his head and glanced at the person next to him, with a chill in his eyes, and then he ducked sideways and distanced himself.
Xu Lang was staggered by his sudden movement. Before he could figure out what was going on, he heard the only male voice present, "Let's go."
There was not enough space in the yard, so we simply went to the door to have fun. The three girls were weak and the snowballs they rolled were not too big. After beating them firmly, the two snowballs were piled together and the prototype of the snowman came out. Tang Xiaotang ran back I found a few wilted carrots and dead branches to use as the snowman's nose and mouth, and used two buttons to replace the eyes.
This is how a snowman was made. Although it looked simple, they were busy for most of the day.
Song Yingwan stared at it for a while, feeling that it was a little unsatisfactory. After thinking about it, she took a handful of snow and made a crown on its head, and then went back to the house to find a jar of ink pad.
After Yang Xue saw it, she was confused and asked, "What are you doing with this?"
Song Yingwan smiled lightly and said, "You'll find out later."
Then he dipped his hand in red mud and drew two lumps of blush on the snowman's cheeks. He then drew a small red tongue on the smiling lips, and the snowman suddenly became lively and flexible.
Tang Xiaotang and Yang Xue stared at it with their eyes wide open. They wanted to hold it in their arms and make out with it. This was so cute!
Tang Xiaotang said with starry eyes, "Wanwan, it's so beautiful, I like it so much."
Yang Xue coughed lightly and said, "I like it too."
Sure enough, no girl can resist cute things.
Song Yingwan blinked at them and said mysteriously, "It's not over yet."
Without caring about their reactions, he got up and went to the kitchen to find a long and strong wooden stick. He randomly added a ball of snow on it and a scepter was ready.
Then I made an arm for the snowman, put the scepter into its hand, and you're done!
This is of course the 'Snow King' who will become a household name and beloved by everyone in later generations.
It's a pity that the only thing missing is a red cloak, but the fabric is so expensive now that no one would use it to play with, let alone Song Yingwan.
But it's cute now.
Waves of exclamations here attracted Xie Ci and Xu Lang. Xu Lang's eyes lit up when he saw it, and he said loudly, "Wow, this is so awesome!"
I turned around and looked at the one the two of them had piled together. It didn't have any special features except that it was big.
He said resentfully, "Brother Ci, why can't you even build a snowman?"
Xie Ci almost laughed angrily, stood there with his pockets in his pockets, and lightly sneered, "Don't you also have a pile of stuff?"
Xu Lang, "How can it be the same..."
Before he finished speaking, he met a pair of serious eyes, shuddered inexplicably, and closed his mouth suddenly.
The next second he turned his head back and continued admiring the little thing in front of him.
He announced that Brother Ci's perfect image in his heart had been shattered!
Seeing that the other three people were surrounding the snowman, he excused himself and walked slowly to Song Yingwan and touched her head, "It's very beautiful."
"Huh? What did you say?"
His voice was so soft that Song Yingwan didn't hear him clearly.
Xie Ci lowered his eyes and looked at her. His fair and flawless skin showed a light pink color, his face was clear, his lips were pink and plump, and he was smiling slightly at the moment.
His dark eyes reflected the girl's face, his eyes flickered, and he whispered softly, "I said... the snowman is very beautiful..."
"You look good too."
