In front of the North Gate

It snowed all night in Pingcheng, and when I woke up the next morning, it was already half a person's height.

Lou Huaiyu didn't have a special person to serve him in the courtyard, and he was the last one even to shovel the snow.

He didn't mind either, but after breakfast, he asked Xiaodong to notify him and let the snowplower leave him alone.

Xiaodong thought about the strange behavior that Lou Huaiyu had sent him to do recently and the huge sum of money in it, stared at Lou Huaiyu's bright eyes, and stopped asking any more questions.

It's just that when walking on the road, I can't help thinking of Lou Huaiyu looking up at the sparrow again, and I always feel a little different from today.

He didn't know that as soon as he left, Lou Huaiyu closed the courtyard door behind him, put the latch on the door seriously, and then ran back to call Shi Jichang: "Let's build a snowman!"

And maybe it was really boring for two people to stay in such a small room, but Shi Jichang, who looked so serious and serious as if he would never be able to play with words, actually agreed.

Lou Huaiyu's yard is not big.

The two of them didn't use tools, they just moved the snow with their hands and piled it together, and it didn't take too long.

Among them, Lou Huaiyu started to push from the other side of the door, making smaller piles, while Shi Jichang's piles were larger.Two white snowdrifts leaning together under a tree.

"It seems that you can make two snowmen." Lou Huaiyu clapped his hands and said.

Lou Huaiyu is not resistant to cold, her knuckles are pink from the heartbeat just now, her nose and the corners of her eyes are also red from the cold.Only the body was hot from the exercise, and white mist came out from the bright red lips as he spoke.

Lou Huaiyu seemed to be very happy, panting and laughing, his eyes were bright, and he told how he planned to make two snowmen.

Shi Jichang looked at him through the white mist.

I feel that today's Lou Huaiyu looks finally in line with the innocence on the outside.

Lou Huaiyu's plan was not complicated, so she finished speaking quickly, and happily asked Shi Jichang, "What do you think?"

Shi Jichang didn't listen carefully at all, he was taken aback for a moment when he heard the words, but he thought that making a snowman was similar, so he nodded silently.

The two moved separately.

Lou Huaiyu skillfully separated a pile of snow and squeezed it tightly to make a snowman's head.

In fact, Shi Jichang had never been a snowman before. Relying on his own imagination and memory of his childhood snowman, he squatted down and squeezed the snow into a tall cone shape.

When Lou Huaiyu was almost finished and put the round head on the snowman, he glanced back. Shi Jichang was squatting down with great difficulty, trying to get a neck out for his snowman from the top of the cone.

Lou Huaiyu chuckled: "What are you doing?"

Shi Jichang looked back at Lou Huaiyu's snowman, the contrast between the two sides was serious, forcing him to stop his movements in embarrassment.

Lou Huaiyu laughed while fine-tuning his snowman, and kindly told Shi Jichang: "The head needs to be rounded and put on it.

Ask him again: "Did you not listen just now?"

Shi Jichang stopped talking, and obediently squatted down to fetch the snow from the top of the cone.But in order not to damage the body, the amount of snow that can be collected is limited. In the end, I can only pinch a small ball and press it on the tall and thin body.As a snowman, it looks very weird.

Lou Huaiyu had already finished making her round and chubby snowman, hugged her stomach and laughed at Shi Jichang's work, and then boasted against her will: "You made a very good snowman, and it looks like a tall snowman, very similar to yourself. "

Shi Jichang probably didn't think it was a compliment, and frowned after hearing it.

Lou Huaiyu laughed out loud.

Hot air emerged from his body and face, faintly diffused over his delicate nose tip, curly eyelashes, and black hair, and then disappeared into the sky fluttering.

It's like the short-term happiness of two people, staying in the small courtyard at this moment.

Shi Jichang looked at him speechlessly.

Lou Huaiyu laughed for a while, and finally took a branch over, and squatted down in front of Shi Jichang's snowman.

Shi Jichang thought that he wanted to rejuvenate, so he stepped aside.

Lou Huaiyu scratched the snowman's belly with a branch, drawing something from top to bottom.

After watching it for a while, at the end of it, Shi Jichang realized that Lou Huaiyu was writing his name, but Lou Huaiyu only wrote the specific outline, and the strokes were all messed up.

"Did I remember it right?" Lou Huaiyu turned her head and asked happily, "Is it your name that I saw this morning?"

Shi Jichang did not point out Lou Huaiyu's mistake.

He nodded, and went to squat down in front of Lou Huaiyu's snowman.

The two snowmen, one tall and one short, one big and one small, stood under the tree not far or near, and they really looked like the two of them.

Lou Huaiyu saw what he wanted to do, and passed the branch over: "Do you know how to write my name?"

Shi Jichang said he didn't know, and he didn't want Lou Huaiyu's branch either.

He unbuttoned the first button of the mandarin jacket, pulled out a long and thick small iron bar from nowhere, and then pressed it somewhere, and a silver knife point popped out from the center of the iron bar .

When the knife came out, Lou Huaiyu shrank back subconsciously, thinking that this was probably what he used to touch his neck that day.

"What is this?" Lou Huaiyu asked him.

Shi Jichang was playing with things in his hands, which was rare, Lou Huaiyu smiled when he saw him, and said, "A gift."

Naturally, a small knife is much easier to use than a tree branch. Shi Jichang easily drew a line on the snow and asked Lou Huaiyu's consent: "I'll give you three words, okay?"

Lou Huaiyu didn't understand it, and in the first half of his life, he didn't have a chance to see his name appear in the form of words, so Lou Huaiyu said yes, and heard Shi Jichang write while scribbling: "Li Lou Zhiming, by Brown Huaiyu."

Lou Huaiyu read it inwardly in a ignorant manner, and asked him, "What do you mean?"

"Praise you for being good-looking and talented." Shi Jichang didn't look at him, and carved three words deftly and forcefully, saying so.

Lou Huaiyu was stunned. Shi Jichang had finished writing, and he handed his knife to his eyes: "Have you seen it clearly? Write and read."

Lou Huaiyu took it hesitantly, the handle was still a little hot.

He squatted down a little bit, imitating Shi Jichang's way of painting gourds.But soon, the back of his hand was held by Shi Jichang.

Shi Jichang finally pointed out: "Writing is not only necessary to write similarly, but also to pay attention to the order of strokes."

Lou Huaiyu showed a puzzled expression.

He felt that Shi Jichang was very different today, he seemed to be more relaxed than ever before, he would build a snowman with him, show an embarrassed expression, suddenly teach him to write his name, and actually said that people like him are talented, He can also laugh, finally like all the normal human beings Lou Huaiyu knows.

Just like now, he and Lou Huaiyu looked at each other for a while, then showed a slight smile, and patiently explained: "The order of strokes is to write a little bit first or a horizontal line first, draw here first, or draw there first."

While speaking, Shi Jichang had already held Lou Huaiyu's hand and leaned up again, copying Lou's characters again.

"Will you meet?" Shi Jichang asked.

Shi Jichang's complexion was darker than Lou Huaiyu's, and his palms were very hot, with a calloused and rough texture.

Lou Huaiyu couldn't concentrate, so he paused, and said honestly: "...No."

Fortunately, Shi Jichang didn't blame him for being stupid, nor did he let go of his hand.

He took Lou Huaiyu to write it over and over again.

The back of Lou Huaiyu's hand gradually warmed up as he wrote, and then it seemed that his internal organs and limbs were also warmed up.

He peeked out of the corner of his eye. Shi Jichang had deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge, and lowered his head seriously, as if teaching Lou Huaiyu how to write his name was such an important and serious matter.

Suddenly, this face turned around, and the white light reflected by the snow reflected into those deep eyes.

"Have you learned it?" Shi Jichang asked again.

Lou Huaiyu was speechless for a moment, Shi Jichang hummed through his nasal cavity, seemed a little dissatisfied, and scolded him: "Did you not listen just now?"

After Shi Jichang finished speaking, he laughed, the kind that showed his teeth.

Lou Huaiyu was stunned for a moment before realizing that this tone was not what Shi Ji Chang usually used, but he was imitating him.

Lou Huaiyu also laughed, and redeemed: "I learned it."

When Shi Jichang asked him to write and read, Lou Huaiyu wrote it carefully.

Click horizontally, vertically press hook.

From Lou Zhiming, was brown Huaiyu.

He proudly wanted to claim credit, looked up at Shi Jichang, but before he could say anything, there was a sudden knock on the courtyard door.

"Xiaoyu." It was Yamaguchi's voice. He tried to push the door in after he knocked on it, causing Lou Huaiyu's heart to stop for a moment. "Why is the door still closed in broad daylight?"