"It's snowing!" The white area covered the whole village in white, and An Zai-sing walked out of the room and saw that the yard was covered with snow.

Wearing only a thin shirt and wearing a pair of slightly squeezed slippers, An Zhixing came to the courtyard in the middle of the house. Sliced ​​snowflakes were floating, and the crystal clear snowflakes fell on An Zhixing's head and shoulders like a poster.

I reached out to catch the falling snowflakes. The snow-white and almost transparent hexagonal snowflakes floated on the palms of a little wide, and quickly melted into water stains. People always hoped to hold beautiful things in their palms but didn't know that the better it would be, the fleeting.

"Why do you wear such a little while outside? What if you get sick?" The voice was not nice and even a little hoarse. A middle-aged woman in her forties poked out from the kitchen. She was seen wearing simple and simple clothes and only ordinary appearance, but she had the strength unique to a mountain village woman. This woman was Li Meishu, the mother of Anjie.

"It's okay, mom, didn't I just play like this when I was a child?" An Jae-sing said coquettishly with a smile. Only in front of his mother at home would he show a childish side.

"You really are, you haven't grown up after being outside for so long." He shook his head helplessly and joyfully and said.

"Isn't this great? No matter what, I am your son." I spread my arms to welcome more snowflakes. An Zai-shaped felt that his body and mind were all back in the past. At this moment, the troubles in the city seemed to have left him.

Looking at her son standing in the snow, Li Meishu's heart was filled with joy of her son's return, but she did not complain about her son's separation. After all, if it weren't for the acquiescence of the child's father and herself, how could An Zai-sing have the chance to get a pig and sell it? She could not have let her son be trapped in the mountains for the rest of her life. She spent half of her life in this small valley, and she didn't want her children to be the same as hers.

"Come on, eat more at the sing." Sitting around the table, An Zai-sing sat opposite her father An Daguo. In front of her, Li Mei-sook looked at her son's face and showed a gratifying smile. The child grew up and matured. For her, the two most important people in life were by her side and she felt happy.

"After the meal, I will go to the mountains with me to cook some wild game... to replenish your body." An Daguo ordered his son in a hard tone.

He raised his head in surprise, and An Jae-sing looked at the deep wrinkles depicted on An Daguo's expressionless face. His father in my memory has never been a person who is good at expressing his emotions. He is as stubborn and rigid as most Korean men. He said such caring words from his mouth, which made An Jae-sing, who has only heard his father's majestic reprimand from childhood to adulthood, was a little flattered.

"What are you looking at? Eat! Do you still want to go?" An Daguo was uncomfortable staring at An Zai-speaking and started scolding An Zai-sharp.

"Go!" He nodded heavily, and An Zai-sing began to eat the food that was stuffed into a lot of money by his mother.

I saw the conversation between the father and son. Since my son came back, Li Meishu has been smiling.

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Because of the snow, the entire forest has become white and there seems to be no other color. In this kind of place, it is difficult for ordinary people to find food, not to mention finding some wild vegetables that can be eaten. However, An Zai-sing, who grew up in the mountains since childhood, knows that it is precisely because of this time that it is easier to catch those cunning animals.

Especially the hares, because they lack food in winter and have no threat from natural enemies, become very rampant and are also very easy to be captured. Following their father, An Zai-sing did not make any noise, both father and son did not speak. The relationship between father and son is different from that between mother and son, and men are always silent.

Suddenly stopped, An Daguo began to bend down and carefully observe the traces on the snow. An Zaiying also followed An Daguo's appearance and saw a row of clear plum petal marks extending on the snow. This is the trace of the hare.

After finding the mark of the hare, An Daguo began to bulge around the footprints and started to trap next to it. The path they found in An Zai-sing is called the animal path. As the name suggests, it means that wild animals walk to the path. Most of them set traps on this type of path. As long as they have enough patience, they will usually catch them.

"Is the situation outside okay?" asked a little stiffly, but An Zai-sing heard a deep concern in it.

"Not very good." He didn't want to hide his situation. In the face of his father's inquiry, An Zai-sing truthfully told the truth without hiding it at all.

Listening silently as his son talked about his situation, An Daguo did not interrupt, nor did he accuse An Zai-sing of something wrong. His eyes were always staring at the trap he set, and all he did was listening and waiting. An Zai-sing didn't care. He just wanted to say something that could not be said in front of others.

"Catched." After a brief interruption of the conversation, An Daguo got out of his hiding place and walked towards the trap. A dark gray rabbit was struggling violently on the trap. Its neck was trapped by a rope and could not escape. Seeing someone approaching the rabbit, struggling even more intensely.

Still following his father, watching An Daguo walking in front of him with a rabbit in one hand, his back was actually a little hunched. An Zai-sharp also could catch hares. When he was still young, he had learned how to capture and set up a condom with An Daguo. But today he did nothing but just watched his father take action and saw that he was still catching rabbits with agility.

"Don't be too impatient. If there is a chance, you will catch it." As if considering what he wanted to say, An Daguo said word by word to his son behind him, as if he was talking about the method of arrest and seemed to be talking about other things.

Without a response, An Zai-sing listened silently to his father's words, and An Daguo didn't care about everything, just like the scene of the conversation between the two of them just now. There was only one person talking and one person listening, but the corners of his slightly raised mouth began to hang on An Zai-sing's face.

‘It feels so good to go home!’
Chapter completed!