The snow was falling from the ground, as if it was about to cover the world with purity and flawlessness.

Ning Yunxi recalled the first winter she spent with him. At that time, they had just gotten married and she soon had a child.

Their son is now over two years old and sensible.

When the child sees snow, he is always inexplicably excited, just like two-year-old Leilei. When he returns home, Leilei is reluctant to go upstairs, follows the butts of the fourth uncle and aunt, and runs happily to the lawn opposite to play with snow.

"Leilee, come on, let's build a little snowman." Meng Chencheng said with his nephew.

Leilei's little face was red in the cold or excited, and he turned around his aunt.

Meng Chencheng used his little hands to make snow, and the speed was slow.

Seeing this, Meng Chenjun found a shovel to shovel the snow faster.

Meng Chenyi saw that he also put on gloves and walked over to help.

Grandma Meng threw two carrots upstairs to several children, and then put her eyes and nose on the snowman later.

Ning Yunxi stood not far from the children, listening to his son's giggling chants and Xiao Wu's voice soaring into the sky. At this time, peace and happiness were exchanged for countless blood from that era. As Commander Hou said, this is a history that cannot be forgotten. To teach children, happiness is hard-won.

Her shoulder suddenly increased, and when she turned around, she saw that he had put his military coat on her shoulders.

Meng Chenhao's fingers gently wiping on her face, as if stroking the tears she had just cried.

Her sad look for his family made him feel distressed.

"Thank you, Yun Xi." He murmured in her ear.

"Okay, OK, the snowman is ready!" The little girl Meng Chencheng said, clapping her little palm.

When he heard that his aunt had prepared the snowman, Leilei ran to his parents to report the good news.

Meng Chenhao and Ning Yunxi all turned around.

Just looking at the sunlight of Canyeol, a magnificent snowman stood there, digging two eyes and mouth, and a carrot stuck in his nose. His expression was a little silly and silly smiling at everyone.

Meng Chenjun raised his son and walked over with his wife.

Several children argued about how to name the snowman they had built.

"Call it Xiaoxue!" said the little girl Meng Chencheng.

"Xiaoxue is so girlish. She calls her Xiaoti. She is piled up with my shovel." Meng Chenjun raised an objection.

"Call Tiantian." Meng Chenyi said.

Meng Chencheng and Meng Chenjun immediately looked at the second brother of the academic master: "Every day?"

"Yes, we can see it in the window every day. It is a gift from heaven."

What the second uncle said makes sense, Leilei applauded with the first little hand.

Meng Chenjun suddenly burst into laughter as he thought: "If Li Qiutian comes and sees him, he will be brothers with Snowman."

"It's sister Tiantian. Brother Qiu's sister Tiantian." The little girl Meng Chencheng added.

When my younger brother and sister suddenly remembered Li Qiutian, the second student, was embarrassed.

In any case, the name Tiantian was approved by everyone. My aunt Meng Chencheng took her nephew Leilei to write its own name to Tiantian Snowman on her chest, called Tiantian.

Ning Yunxi was afraid that the children's hands and feet would be frozen, so he rushed the children to go upstairs.

"Where is the third sister?" Meng Chencheng suddenly remembered that his sister was not building a snowman downstairs and asked.

"Sister I'm busy listening to the radio," Meng Chenjun said.

The third brother's art exam is approaching.
Chapter completed!