His bony hands held a black umbrella, and the snowflakes fell on his umbrella. His eyes never left the building.

Coincidentally, around ten o'clock in the morning, Nursery Rhyme came out of the house. She was going out to cut wintersweet!

The flower branches cut by the servants were never satisfactory to her, so she went out to pick them herself.

But grandpa doesn't know that he is watching TV at home.

Nursery Rhyme held an umbrella alone and went to the nearby plum garden. It was not far from here, only a dozen steps away.

When Wen Lu saw her, his eyes straightened, and his gaze stayed on her body for a moment.

It's a nursery rhyme, his rhyme.

She was wearing a thick dark green long down jacket, a knitted hat, a scarf, and gloves that covered her whole body tightly, but her figure and eyes made Wen Lu recognize her at a glance.

Wen Lu was fascinated by what he saw and froze in place. After several minutes, he chased out along the city wall in the same direction as the nursery rhymes.

The snow is still falling.

The nursery rhyme walked very slowly, and Wen Lu also walked very slowly, almost keeping the same pace, one at the top and the other at the bottom. The straight line distance was very close, but it seemed as if they were separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

White snow flakes fell on Wen Lu's down jacket. The snow flakes melted away as soon as they fell, leaving only a few water stains.

There was melting tenderness between Wen Lu's cold brows, and there was only Tong Yao in his eyes.

When the nursery rhyme reached the plum garden, he stopped chasing and stood on the ancient city wall, motionless, staring at her admiring the plum blossoms in the plum blossom forest.

There are many varieties of plum blossoms in the plum garden, including rose red, white, light yellow... The fragrance is so fragrant that nursery rhymes stand in this plum forest, as if they blend into it and become one with the plum blossoms.

But, her eyebrows are more beautiful than the flowers.

Wen Lu was distracted and his heart was pounding.

After a long time, he took out his mobile phone and asked the nursery teacher to call Mo Mo over.

Wen Lu started the video call. His hands were cold, but he grabbed the phone and stretched the camera lens, trying hard to let Mo Mo see the nursery rhyme.

The little one has very sharp eyes, and he can see the nursery rhyme at a glance in the distant white snowy scene!

Although it was just a very small shadow, Mo Mo immediately shouted: "Mama! Mum!"

"Well, it's mom."

"Mommy, hug Mo Mo! Hug! Hug!" Mo Mo opened his arms, and there was happiness and innocence in his big, spiritual eyes.

"Mo Mo, look at mom more, and look at mom some more." Wen Lu's voice was trembling as he spoke. It was too cold, and he would breathe from time to time to dispel the cold.

There were crystal drops of water hanging on his eyelashes. He held an umbrella with one hand and held the mobile phone with the other hand. He gritted his teeth and held on.

"I see." Mo Mo danced, "I want a hug! I want a hug! I want it!"

"Mo Mo, just look at mom, look at her more..." Wen Lu knew that he couldn't promise Wen Mo anything, and he didn't dare to promise easily. He was afraid that he would even let his son down.

He could only let Mo Mo watch the distant figure in the small video over and over again, and even the figure was not very clear.

Suddenly, he felt sorry for Mo Mo, his heart trembled, and he almost shed two lines of tears.

"It's snowing." Mo Mo was very happy to see the vast snow, but after a while his expression became serious again, "Mom...it's cold."

"It's okay. Dad is here and Mom won't be cold." Wen Lu stopped talking and let Mo Mo quietly look at the snow behind him.
Chapter completed!