"Auntie, does the snowman I built look good?" Zhu Guangtai rubbed the tip of his nose that was red from the cold and raised his head to ask Jiang Michia.
"Did you pile this up?" Jiang Michia pointed at the strange thing in front of her.
"Yes." Zhu Guangtai nodded vigorously, "I can do it."
"What about your uncle? He's not with you?"
"Yes, but he said he would pile it first and asked me to pile it the way he piled it, and then I did it." Zhu Guangtai scratched his ears, "But I feel that my pile is a little different from my uncle's pile. picture."
After listening to Zhu Guangtai's words, Jiang Michia raised his eyes and saw Song Jingyun busy in the snowdrift.
Because almost the whole body was covered with a layer of snow, when I first glanced at the yard just now, I couldn't see anyone in the pile of snow. But now if I look carefully, I can see him and the snowman he made.
In fact, the things Song Jingyun built are better called snow animals than snowmen.
They are modeled after the clay dolls that Jiang Michia usually makes, including a smiling kitten, a majestic tiger, and a barking dog standing guard with his head held high...
Each one looks vivid, and because it is made of white snow, it looks crystal clear and looks more spiritual than the clay doll.
"It's not bad." Jiang Michia looked at this and touched that, and she couldn't put it down.
This can’t be called making a snowman anymore, this is a work of art.
"It's really good." Jiang Michia praised again.
Song Jingyun, who was praised by his wife, smiled and said, "It's okay."
"In the afternoon, you can call Chunyu and Maihua over to take a look at the things you piled up. They will definitely like it very much when they see it." Jiang Michia said, "You also lead Zhu Guangtai to play together. Children are easily afraid of strangers."
"No problem." Song Jingyun agreed, and led Zhu Guangtai to repair the strange-looking snowman that Zhu Guangtai had just built.
This patting, that whittling, the original four-dimensional appearance soon took on some appearance.
This time it's a real snowman.
It was piled up according to the appearance of an ordinary woman, and even the hair bun and the folds of the clothes had a preliminary outline.
Because of Song Jingyun's skills in making snowmen, Zhu Guangtai's eyes were full of stars and he was full of admiration, "Uncle, you are so awesome!"
Right, he also thinks he is quite powerful.
After all, he is someone that ladies often praise!
Song Jingyun raised his chin.
In the afternoon, Jiang Chunyu came with Jiang Maihua.
When the two people saw the various lifelike snow animals of different sizes and shapes placed in the yard, their eyes widened, and then they excitedly started playing among the piles of snow animals.
Zhu Guangtai was between Jiang Chunyu and Jiang Maihua in age, and he quickly became friends with the two of them.
The whole afternoon, the children's silver bell-like laughter floated in the yard.
Zhu Yongwu couldn't get out of bed, but he could hear Zhu Guangtai's laughter through the window and see the smile on his face.
He hadn't seen Zhu Guangtai look so happy for a long time.
Zhu Yongwu couldn't help but curl his lips, but he also began to make calculations in his heart.
It has been sunny days with strong sunshine for several days.
The temperature is rising, the ice and snow are melting, and the road will soon be able to be used by people and vehicles.
Jiang Michia made arrangements to deliver the last batch of goods to Zheng Kee for the year before.
When I went to the county town to deliver goods, I took Zhu Yongwu with me to look at the ankle injury at the medical center.
To save time, the two sides acted separately.
Jiang Michia and Song Jingyun went to deliver the goods to Zheng Ji, while Jiang Youcheng took Zhu Yongwu to the medical clinic.
There has been cooperation for a long time, and shopkeeper Sun is very confident about the goods supplied by Jiang Michia's family workshop. He only took a rough look, counted the quantity, and settled the payment.
It can be said that the delivery went very smoothly.
After delivering the goods, Jiang Michia took Song Jingyun to buy some more things.
It is already the middle of the twelfth lunar month, and the Chinese New Year is just around the corner. There is no shortage of meat at home, but we also need some dried fruits and cakes to enhance the New Year atmosphere.
Knowing that her son-in-law was greedy, Jiang Michia was not polite when buying things. She bought some of everything Song Jingyun wanted to eat and liked.
What kind of melon seeds, walnuts, almonds, pine nuts, what kind of dried apricots, pear strips, hawthorn cake, persimmon cake, what kind of lotus root powder and osmanthus cake, date paste yam cake, crystal water chestnut cake...
In short, when he went back, Song Jingyun felt that his hands were running out, but he felt happy in his heart.
What a great time to celebrate the New Year.
It would be great if we could celebrate the New Year every day.
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Jiang Youcheng's place was also quite smooth.
Zhu Yongwu applied medicinal wine on time these days, and listened to what Dr. Yang said and did not get out of bed. His injury recovered well. After seeing it, the doctor at the medical center only gave two patches of plaster and asked him to go back and apply one patch.
In addition, Zhu Yongwu was told to have a good rest, get out of bed less, and move less to avoid getting to the root of the disease.
Zhu Guangtai knew that his father's injury was no longer serious, and his tense little face suddenly softened a lot, but at night, his little face was full of worry.
"Dad, when are we going to find my great-grandfather?"
Seeing his son suddenly asking this, Zhu Yongwu touched his little head and asked, "Why do you suddenly say this? Are you unhappy here?"
"No." Zhu Guangtai shook his head, "Uncle Chunyu is very good, sister Maihua is very good, aunt Misha is good, uncle Jingyun is even better... the people here are all very good, I like them."
"Then why did you suddenly..."
Zhu Yongwu was halfway through speaking when he suddenly stopped talking.
Yes, it is because I like this place that I worry about when I will leave and when I will leave this favorite place.
"Dad, why don't we go find my great-grandfather and stay in Jiangjiacun?" Zhu Guangtai said timidly.
He has never met his great-grandfather, and he doesn't know whether his great-grandfather's family will like him. He feels happier here.
Zhu Yongwu looked at Zhu Guangtai.
During these days in Jiangjiacun, although he did not go out from the house, the Jiangjia was lively, with many people coming and going, and he probably understood the general situation of Jiangjiacun.
Most of the people in Jiangjia Village are friendly and harmonious.
The children were also very enthusiastic towards Zhu Guangtai. Although they brought some of them because they were unfamiliar with the academy, they did not reject him in any way.
To be honest, Zhu Yongwu also had a very good impression of Jiangjiacun, and even had such an idea.
However, settling down is not an easy task...
Moreover, even if they want to stay here, Jiangjiacun may not accept them.
After Zhu Yongwu thought for a while, he said, "Let dad discuss it with your uncle Cheng, okay?"
Seeing Zhu Yongwu relent, Zhu Guangtai was quite happy and nodded excitedly, "Yeah!"
The next day, while having breakfast, Zhu Yongwu tentatively asked if there were any people with foreign surnames here in Jiangjiacun.
"Speaking of which..."
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In order to relieve the pressure of writing, change my mood, and to participate in an essay competition organized by the website, the author took the time to write a realistic short story of about 10,000 words. Recently, I set up a scheduled upload, and the name is "Small Stalls and Big Market" for those who are interested. You can take a look, little cutie~
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