The little guy got up early this morning, because she had already found it snowing outside when she got up last night. A few times it snowed, he was thinking about pulling his elder brother to build a snowman for her. Unfortunately, when it snowed, she was either still in school or had no good chance. The snow melted early, which made her little wish never come true. Since she noticed it was snowing last night, she wanted to get up all night and drag her elder brother to wait for the snow to get thicker, and then build a snowman. If the little guy hadn't known that it would be inappropriate in the middle of the night, it would be impossible to do this.

Just now, just seven o'clock, before dawn, the little guy started to rush on the bed, pinched his nose, covered his mouth, and itched, and forced Xue Xiang, who was playing chess with Zhou Gong, back to reality. The little guy started to wear clothes without saying a word, and threw Xue Xiang's clothes on the head of the bed. Xue Xiang knew that the little guy had been talking about building a snowman for a long time, and this time she had to catch the opportunity, but she didn't want to sleep in the future. He had no choice but to get up and leave the warm bed.

The snow was falling down, and the birch in the yard was cloaked and felt hat. There was no color in the flower bed except snow white. No, it should be said that the whole world had no color except snow white. If we had to dialectically identify some strange colors with small and large, the little guy's outfit was undoubtedly suitable. The little guy was wearing a fiery red wool velvet coat and hit the bend of his legs. He was wrapped in red wool trousers on his legs, and a pair of pink inlay duck-down leather shoes on his feet, and a purple sable fur scarf wrapped around his neck. He had no decoration on his head and had a tomboy hairstyle. The colors on his body were all passionate. I don't know if the little guy was dressing like this on purpose. The silver-white world seemed to suddenly penetrate a fire fox. This bright color contrast made Xue Xiang feel the urge to splash ink.

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After memorizing a poem, the little guy didn't wait for Xue Xiang to praise him for a long time. Xiao Jingsi was a little dissatisfied, and his tilted head straightened up, he lifted his feet, and gently stepped on Xue Xiang's leather shoes. Xue Xiang was finally pulled back by the little guy and said with a smile: "The little guy is so smart, he is better than the eldest brother. When the eldest brother recited this poem, it took him a whole day." The little guy couldn't tell the poem, and Xue Xiang didn't bother with him, so he followed her.

The little guy finally got praise and shook his little head with a side parting smugness. His delicate smile suddenly bloomed. In this pure white world, it seemed like a red rose was standing. "Long guy, the snow is getting smaller, let's build a snowman. Before the second sister and lazy brother are gone, they won't come out for a long time. They are really lazy."

As soon as the little guy finished speaking, a young tenor came from a distance: "Who is lazy? You just got up earlier than me today, and when did you get earlier than me? Several times didn't I help you pack your schoolbag?" It turned out that Xiaowan and Xiaoyi came out of the main hall. As soon as Xiaoyi stood in the corridor, he heard his sister making arrangements for herself, especially staring at her and talking lies. Perhaps he was slandered. For a moment, he forgot about the "source channel of the story" that he always "slowly put on small things" and even refuted.

Xiaowan and Xiaoyi's dress is also good. Xiaowan's dress is almost the same as the little guy, but the size and color have changed; while Xiaoyi imitates Xue Xiang, military coat, big-headed leather shoes, and leather hats, which are not bad. These are all purchased by Xue Xiang early after he got rich. If it weren't for the influence of concern, he really wanted to dress up the third little guy, and buy whatever it was expensive.

When the little guy saw that his second sister and third brother had come out, he didn't care about counterattacking Xiaoyi. He cheered and ran into the snow, shouting that his elder brother came down to build a snowman.

There was a row of clearings between the two rows of flower ponds, which were seven or eight meters apart, and the width of the clearings was naturally seven or eight meters. The snow had fallen so thickly. Xue Xiang stepped into the snow, and the snow was as deep as ankle. He took off his thick gloves and started to make snow. The little guy was dragging a dustpan and strapped a rope on his shoulders. His little guy twisted and twisted his body and walked with great enthusiasm. The dustpan was like a swimming fish behind her little body, swaying on the snow. Xiaowan and Xiaoyi also dragged shovels, and the wooden shovel came to help, but were blocked by the little guy. It turned out that the little guy thought their tools were dirty and afraid of staining the snowman. As he said that, he proudly introduced that his dustpan had been washed in the washing sink.

Xue Xiang did not use these tools when he made snowmen, but when he saw him squatting down, his hands were like doors, like wind, and suddenly became a circle, surrounding all directions, with an infinite sea (to study the specific moves to make the world successful), a circle with a diameter of more than meter suddenly appeared in the snow, and the circle was round, as if measured by compass. The original snow in the circle was piled up in an instant. Xue Xiangru repeated, and the snow was piled up more and more, which made the three little ones applaud.

According to the little guy's requirements, four snowmen were shaped, and the four brothers and sisters of the Xue family were used as prototypes. Xue Xiang was excited, rubbed his fingers into a knife, flexed his palms as brushes, shaped the body, formed, outlined the outline, fingers, punches, and palm brushes. After a while, the snowman was born. But the snowman was as tall as the little guy, with an apple face, big eyes, and a small mouth, and his expression was very similar to the little guy. After a snowman piled up, the three little guys would not blink around the snowman. Big brother, the pile of land was too similar. Well, the little guy was so happy that he untied his scarf and put it on the snowman. He patted Xiaoyi's hand out of his way and tried to touch the snowman. After a while, the little guy rushed back, holding a pink hat and a blue windbreaker in his hand. After carefully dressing up his "self", he began to circle around him. Even Xue Xiangdui had no intention of watching the other three snowmen, and just wanted to get close to him.

Xue Xiang calmed down and did something, and his speed was naturally as fast as thunder. With his control of power to the extreme, it was hard to get him such a handicraft work (except for carpenter work). In less than an hour, three other snowmen came out together. Xiaowan and Xiaoyi had already left the little guy's snowman and began to pay attention to "self". After seeing that the big brother had finished sculpture, they also learned from the little guy's appearance, went back to the room to get the best clothes, and began to dress up "self". Xue Xiang was not so childish, but the little guy didn't do it, so he sneaked back to the room and helped him get the clothes and hats. Xue Xiang had no choice but to put on "self".

The north wind was flying, the snowflakes gradually became thinner, and the goose feathers gradually turned into catkins, which coincided with what Xie Daoyun said, "It was not as good as catkins rising because of the wind." In the yard, four snowmen were wearing clothes and hats, standing close together, standing in the snow, Xue Xiang's four brothers and sisters had already gone to the corridor, brought stools and chairs, and sat in the corridor to enjoy the snow. As for breakfast, no one mentioned it at all. The little guy has been much more generous recently, and he carried a pack of snacks as usual to give them to everyone to fill his stomach. He was inevitably a little arrogant: At the critical moment, you have to rely on me, hum, in the future, you will not be kind to me.

The whole family was enjoying the snow with joy, and the phone in the main room rang.

"Little baby, go and answer the phone." Xue Xiang lay on the rattan chair that had pounced on the mattress, his legs intersected and placed on the railing. The little guy was leaning on her arms and peeling candy paper, preparing to hand it to the smelly brother.

After asking this, the little guy stopped the chocolate he was going to hand to Xue Xiang. Suddenly, in the air, he put it in his mouth, "Don't listen to the phone, and no one is looking for it." The little superman of the phone completely lost interest in the phone.

Before Xue Xiang could get up, Xiao Wan stood up first and turned back to the main hall. Soon after, a voice came out: "Brother, it's Brother Shijun. He said he wanted you to go to Cricket Yuan to catch rabbits. He had arrived. The phone was Cricket Yuan to catch rabbits. Suddenly, Xue Xiang's mind appeared in his mind. Hundreds and thousands of hairy boys ran to chase rabbits together. Yes, why did he forget this? Every year, when snow falls, isn't it the most lively time for Cricket Yuan?

Xue Xiang held the little guy and jumped up, waved his hand: "Let's go, brother will take you to catch the rabbit and call it from the police station over there."

go."

The two little guys had heard what the elder sister had come over. When they heard that it was so interesting to catch a rabbit, they could not sit still. Xiao Yi had long been winking at the little devil, meaning that she and his elder brother Mushroom, but the little guy rolled his eyes. He thought carefully, this little thing still bothered me, and could he need someone to say something? The little guy was about to use the silent technique, but Xue Xiang agreed in his head, and was so happy that the little guy kissed him on the face.

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Crickets were originally a large meadow, about ten miles long from east to west and four or five miles wide from north to south. Because they were close to crickets, they were named Crickets. Crickets were not in the capital, or even in the suburbs, but at the junction of Yang County and the capital, fifty miles away from Xue Xiang's family. Even according to the traffic speed of later generations, they were not close. But the stubborn rulers of Sijiu City were usually idle and didn't care about this distance. When they waved their bicycles and called their friends, they ran away. This was not to mention a fun trip, but to catch a rabbit for their luck, it was a good thing to sacrifice to the Five Insect Temples?

Xue Xiang's motorcycle was like a small hill, running on the national highway, which attracted passers-by to watch. Why, it turned out that the heavy snow stopped, the weather was so cold, and the north wind was cold. Xue Xiang was afraid that a few small ones would be frozen, so he simply found two quilts and tied the four of them up. Xiaoyi and Xiaowan were holding a quilt on the back seat, and the quilt was on the front chest of Xiaoyi and tied a knot with a hemp rope. Xue Xiang didn't need a quilt, but with his physique, this cold wind was nothing. He was originally going to prepare two cotton blankets for the little guy to cover it. But the little guy was not happy and insisted on learning from Xiaowan and Xiaoyi and surrounded it with a quilt. She thought it was so cool to sit on the motorcycle and cover it. The old Buddha issued an order, and Xiao Xuezi had no choice but to follow the order.

In this way, the most weird combination on the street was born. Motorcycles are rare these days, and those who have run more often than not, especially the fast-moving motorcycles are actually covered with quilts. The old and young men in the city are really open this time. Along the way, wherever the motorcycle passed, their mouths were crooked and their eyes were tilted, the tables and chairs were overturned, and the little guy only showed his big black eyes in the quilt. Seeing the passers-by looking dumbfounded, she hid in the quilt and giggled proudly.

Ps: Some readers said that the previous chapter mentioned that "Xue Xiang painted praises for Mr. An many times" was a bit abrupt. I will say it again, see the PS in Chapter 91, the harmonious era! The abridges are shared in the group.
Chapter completed!