This year is the first reunion year that Zhen Shiniang and her family of four have spent together.

Maybe it's the last one.

Although he advised Chen Zhongqing to have confidence in himself, Zhen Shiniang had no confidence in him at all. The doctor was helpless and so many famous doctors were helpless. Her illness might not be cured.

Therefore, Zhen Shiniang cherishes it particularly.

It snowed for two nights in a row. Early in the morning of 31st, Zhen Shiniang saw through the window that Jian Wu and Jianwen were taking Sister Xian and a group of little maids to build snowmen in the small garden in front of him. Zhen Shiniang simply changed the thick ones. The cotton coat ran out.

Seeing his mother, Jian Wu and Jian Wen were extremely happy, "...Mom, mom, I want to use egg shells as my eyes!" While rolling a big snowball with Jian Wen and pressing it on the piled snowman, Jian Wu looked at the white and white Snowman's head said.

"Okay!" Zhen Shiniang slapped the snowman with thick gloves, and said, "Don't forget to paint her eyes black with ink."

"Yeah!" Jian Wu turned around and told the little maid, "Go and bring my ink and beat two empty egg shells." He measured it with his hands, "Tell Xu Ma just to punch a small hole in the egg, The egg white and egg yolk can be poured out and cooked." When I was a child, I couldn't bear to waste it, so Zhen Shiniang often played with egg shells for Jian Wu and Jian Wen like this.

Seeing that they still remembered these details, Zhen Shiniang nodded with relief.

Parents’ words and deeds can always subtly influence their children.

"I want to use this as my nose!" Sister Xian also pulled out a fiery red tortoiseshell hairpin from her head, "The red nose looks good!"

That's a priceless tortoiseshell!

The little maids chattering suddenly became quiet and looked at Zhen Shiniang one after another.

I felt that the atmosphere was wrong. Sister Xian was wrong. She was froze in the air, and her little mouth was sagging and wanted to cry.

Unexpectedly, Sister Xian would take out such a valuable thing to make a snowman's nose. It was even more ridiculous than the little county lord who exchanged jade for puppets. Zhen Shiniang was also surprised. She said that it was too expensive and could not be used. Making a toy, when she saw Sister Xian looking to cry, Zhen Shiniang couldn't help but pause. "Okay." She smiled and pulled Sister Xian's hand, "But, Sister Xian should remember to take it when the snowman was melted. Go back." He inserted the tortoiseshell hairpin into the snowman's face and then carved a sharp-edged mouth under his nose.

The white snow, dazzling red, shines dazzlingly in the sun.

In an instant, the snowman seemed to have life, grinning and smiling at everyone with a slightly raised nose.

Sister Xian clapped her hands happily, "The snowman is alive, the snowman is alive! Mother..." She pulled Zhen Shiniang's hand, "Can we call her Xiaoxue?"

"He is a man!" Jian Wu strongly opposed it, "I called Dayong nice!"

Zhen Shiniang took the little maid's bun woven straw and pressed it on the snowman's head. "Now, I've become a woman!"

"Mom!" Jian Wu's face turned red.

This was what he and his brother worked hard to build up.

"...Brother has to give in to my sister!" Zhen Shiniang lowered her head and tidied up the flower bun on the snowman's head.

Jian Wu pinched his nose and made a face at Sister Xian.

Sister Xian hid behind Zhen Shiniang in a flash.

Seeing Sister Xian secretly poking her head out from behind and sticking out her tongue at Jian Wen and Jian Wu, Zhen Shiniang nodded with relief.

This is the first time Sister Xian has been so lively since Yang Lan’s death.

After that, the old lady became more and more confused, especially the people and things in front of her were forgotten in a blink of an eye. Correspondingly, she didn't have that much to see Sister Xian. If she could escape from the old lady's confinement, she would probably forget that soon. The shadow of the night will restore the vitality of the past.

"Madam..." Dongju is always a little worried about using a priceless tortoiseshell hairpin to make a snowman's nose.

"...I'll mention her later." Zhen Shiniang whispered, "There are no messes in this yard. You will find a little maid to watch it later, and put it away as soon as the snowman is melted."

Dongju said in a low voice.

The snowmen were piled up in the small garden. Seeing that the garden was empty, Zhen Shiniang remembered the ice lamps in her previous life, so she took a few children to water the ice lamps in the garden... In the cold weather of nine, water dripping into ice, soon, Everyone poured large ice cubes of different sizes.

When Chen Zhongqing came back, the whole family was having fun, especially Jian Wu and Jian Wen. It was rare that his mother could accompany them so crazy, as if she had returned to the past. The two little guys jumped up and down happily, sweating on their foreheads, and even Sister Xian was He then shouted loudly, which scared Chen Zhongqing.

"Yeah, it's a cold day, you're frozen carefully!" He stepped forward and wanted to carry Zhen Shiniang back to the house. Seeing that the three children were all stopping screaming, he was looking at him with his eyes open, and Chen Zhongqing stopped hand Beside Zhen Shiniang.

"Dad, mother takes us to pour ice lanterns." Jian Wu and Jianwen shouted first, "Mom takes us to pour ice lanterns!" Sister Xian also shouted, her eyes flashing, forgot to call her mother, followed Jian Wu and Jianwen and called her mother, just about to be on the verge of her. He pulled Zhen Shiniang into the house, Chen Zhongqing stood there, turned around and stared at Sister Xian in a daze.

Sister Xian, how long has it been since I was so happy?

Thinking of the past two months, Sister Xian was timid and didn't say a word. Chen Zhongqing turned his head to look at Zhen Shiniang.

Zhen Shiniang took advantage of the situation to hold his hand, "...It's rare that the children are happy, let's come together."

"Your body..." Chen Zhongqing hesitated.

Not these children, her body is more delicate than that of the daffodil.

"...It's the New Year. Just this time, I have asked someone to make cold-driving soup. After entering the house, everyone will drink a bowl. It's okay."

Maybe this is the last time in her life.

As he said that, Zhen Shiniang pulled the bell and chime to a large square ice cube that had just been poured, and laughed, "We are worried that the ice is too hard and everyone can't move. The general is here to make it. Coolie." He took a dull knife from the maid and handed it to him, pointing directly above the ice, "The general can dig a hole from here and you can put candles at night."

The temporary idea was that there was no mold at home, so the servants brought large ice cubes from all over the garden. They were placed on this basis. In addition, they had no training, so they were whimsical and watered whatever they wanted. When pouring, it turns out to make a pile of large ice cubes with strange shapes, which are as ugly as it is.

However, if you can pour these out with your own hands and watch the flowing water turn into crystal ice under your hands, everyone is already very happy with this magical feeling. Jian Wu and Jian Wen shouted for a while, "Another spoonful of water!" He shouted, "I have a bag growing on my head." Everyone giggled, but no one cares whether it looks good or not.

Chen Zhongqing, a latecomer, found it particularly ugly. He dug out a small diamond hole half a foot deep in two or three knives. Chen Zhongqing simply smoothed the edges and corners outside, making it look like a big watermelon.

Jian Wen was stunned.

He turned around and greeted his mother, "Uncle II is skillful, I'll call Uncle II to come and decorate!"

I just made a temporary decision. I didn’t this little guy want to carve all these out, right?

Looking at the thirty or forty strange-shaped large ice cubes in the small garden, a layer of black lines appeared on Chen Zhongqing's forehead.

This is not something that can be accomplished in one or two hours!

Zhen Shiniang nodded on the other side, "Okay!" and said, "Call Feng Shisan and Ji Huaifeng and the others." As she said that, she called the little maid to take the water and follow the watermelon that had just been carved by Chen Zhongqing. The ground was poured down, and in just a quarter of an hour, the white mark on the surface of the ice hockey disappeared without a trace, and a natural crystal clear watermelon lantern appeared in front of you.

Jian Wu and Jian Wen screamed happily.

After turning around, he greeted the little maid with candles.

Sister Xian first robbed the fire and asked Chen Zhongqing to carry it forward and click it.

A trace of orange-yellow light emits from the heart of the watermelon lantern, and is crystal clear and bright under the sun.

The people in the yard sighed.

"...Why isn't it dark yet!" Jian Wu looked up at the white sun.

He could no longer wait to come out to see the ice lamp he made by himself at night.

The little maids covered their mouths and smiled.

Infected, even the corner of Chen Zhongqing's mouth couldn't help but lift it up.

After all, I was worried about Zhen Shiniang's body. Seeing that Chen Zhongxin and the others had to be mowed for a while, Chen Zhongqing urged Zhen Shiniang to lead Sister Xian into the room to warm up, "...... It's the same as seeing when I came out tonight." He lowered his voice again, " What do you like? I painted my sculptures for you when I entered the house."

Unexpectedly, Zhen Shiniang would like ice lamps so much. Suddenly, Chen Zhongqing wanted to carve one for her with his own hands and place it in the most dazzling part of the garden so that she could see it when she sat in the house every day.

Zhen Shiniang's eyes lit up, "Okay, I'll go back to paint." Seeing that Sister Xian was still unsatisfied, she took her hand, "Let's go back and have a nap, otherwise you won't have the energy to watch at night." Her tone was intimate and peaceful.

Sister Xian's face became brighter in an instant.

When he was sleeping until the lights were on, Zhen Shiniang opened her eyes. Jian Wen and Jian Wuxian had already changed her clothes and were lying on the edge of the bed with her eyes wide open.

"...Mother can really sleep, I've woken up long ago." Sister Xian blinked.

"Don't say that to my mother!" Jian Wu immediately glared, "My mother is in poor health, my father said to take care of her body when she sleeps!"

Jian Wu has always been domineering and scolds him if he doesn't speak for a speculative manner.

Sister Xian had long been used to his temper and turned her face away.

Seeing that the two of them had a disagreement, Zhen Shiniang blushed her head helplessly and reached out to pull Sister Xian over, "Who can combed her hair? It's so beautiful."

"Sister Dongju made it..." Sister Xian said, secretly glanced at Jian Wu, lay in Zhen Shiniang's ear and whispered, "I'm not saying that my mother is sleepy, I'm in a hurry to go back to see the ice lamp with food. ”

The first time I made an ice lamp by myself, the children would arrange some things when the sky was dark. I was afraid that it would disturb Zhen Shiniang's sleep, and I was worried that the children would not want to eat when they were wild, so Chen Zhongqing ordered them to eat the New Year's Eve dinner and then ordered them again.

So the three children waited in front of Zhen Shiniang's bed and waited for her to wake up.

Zhen Shiniang laughed silently when she heard this, "Okay, let's go to have a meal." She lowered her voice and said to Sister Xian's ear, "I'm also looking forward to coming back to see the ice lamp after dinner."

Sister Xian's face immediately turned red, like a ripe apple, "I'll get my mother's clothes!" She turned and jumped to the ground.

Jian Wu and Jian Wen were unhappy when their mother woke up and bit her sister. They took off their shoes and climbed onto the bed and squeezed into Zhen Shiniang's arms. They hugged them tightly, as if they were afraid that she would be snatched away. .
Chapter completed!