"You will definitely get better at chess.

The old lady swears by it.

"Your head is dizzy from playing chess right now."

"You are not as powerful as others, and your brain is still confused. How can you beat others?"

"Go outside and clear your head..."

The old man was almost convinced.

It seems...it makes some sense.

...

"gone."

The old lady pulled the old man.

...

"Why."

The old man stood up somewhat staggeringly, "Slow down."

"Really, you are quite old."

"Still frizzy..."

...

"Who told you to procrastinate?"

The old lady rolled her eyes.

Old man:......

Was it his fault in the end?

...

Xiao Xiao walked behind the two old people.

Watching the two old men’s daily “quarrels” with a smile.

...

"etc."

Xiao Xiao called to the first two old people who were about to walk into the yard.

"It's cold in the yard."

"You can watch it here too."

Xiao Xiao suggested.

...

The old lady shook her head.

"I'm going to go to the yard and watch."

The old man straightened his body and said, "How can it not be cold in winter?"

"fine."

"Your grandpa is in good health."

...

Xiao Xiao nodded with a smile.

"yes."

"Both of you are in good health."

"Then put on your coat."

Xiao Xiao handed the coat to the two old people.

...

"Why."

The old lady in the coat stopped what she was doing because she thought of something.

"Xiaoxiao, let's see if your dad is free now?"

"If it's empty, let him come with us."

...

"good."

Xiao Xiao nodded.

It is a pity that Father Xiao is busy.

...

"Since your dad is busy, forget it."

The old lady waved her hands indifferently.

Today is not the last snow of the year.

My son always has a chance to see Xuedie.

...

Xiao Xiao pushed open the door of the living room-

"Hoo~"

The north wind howls.

Pieces of snowflakes hit my face.

...

"Ouch~"

The old man wiped his face.

"The snow is quite heavy."

...

The wind blew for a while and then stopped.

Several people walked under the white plum tree.

...

The old lady looked around the yard expectantly.

From time to time he looked up at the sky.

The sight of snowflakes catches the eye.

Without the "disturbance" of the wind, the snowflakes appear lighter and lighter.

Like a butterfly flying in the air.

But it's just like.

Snowflakes are snowflakes.

It's not a butterfly.

...

The old lady's face showed some doubts.

"Xiaoxiao."

She turned to look at her grandson.

"Where's Snow Butterfly?"

...

The old man still raised his head.

But it’s not about watching the snowflakes falling from the sky.

It's the "tangled" branches of plum trees above their heads.

It happened to protect them from the snowflakes.

Did the plum tree in their yard originally look like this?

...
To be continued...