Song Cheng glanced at Song Qi without any lewdness. He then withdrew his gaze thoughtfully and said coldly: "People's business."

Song Qi raised his eyebrows and looked idle. He stood up with one hand on the table, and his feet seemed to be a little inconvenient, so he limped when he walked. While trying to walk around, he sighed with complaints: "Hey, there are some things you can't care about. You would rather die than be scolded by others than be too kind and be suspicious."

Song Cheng raised his foot and kicked Song Qi from behind, and kicked Song Qi. Song Qi's already unstable legs and feet. He knocked and fell two steps. Fortunately, he still stood firm. He turned back at Song Cheng angrily, but he said annoyedly, "You..."

Song Cheng stopped his words and said proudly: "If you don't want to spend the winter solstice together, you can stay here."

Song Qi had difficulty in legs and feet, so he had to support him, so he naturally could not offend him, so Song Qi could only glar at Song Cheng angrily and ignored him.

Song Cheng smiled secretly and calmed down for a moment. Song Cheng packed up his playful heart and said a little serious: "Tonight Anle and they have their own winter solstice dinner, don't forget to spend more time with them."

Song Qi no longer nodded so hilariously. The relationship between brother and sister has always been their most precious maintenance. Whenever there is an important festival, they will not only gather together, but also talk about all the experiences they have experienced. However, they basically listen to Song Cheng’s speech alone, because he is the only one who goes out the most time.

Song Anle and the others were busy until the afternoon and kept working hard. Perhaps it was too careful or too much desire to win, so they didn't realize that white snowflakes were floating outside.

For several hours, Qing'er was not good at such meticulous work, so she could not hold back. In addition, Gao Yuanshang was in the house, and her heart had already flown without a trace. She peeked at Song Anle and Song Xiaojing from time to time;

Their speed has always been faster than her, and they are both impatient and uneasy, so they are still happy. Qing'er doesn't want to break the promise and really doesn't want to persist, which leads to her depressed look on her face.

Song Xiaojing sat opposite Qing'er, so even if she didn't open her eyes to look at her, she could still see her from the outside. In fact, she had already discovered that Qing'er's popularity had faded, but she wanted to see how long Qing'er could last, but she seemed to have reached her limit in the current situation.

Song Xiaojing simply helped Qing'er, but she hadn't figured out how to help her. At this time, she looked up accidentally and saw that there was a white snow scene outside. She said excitedly and surprisedly: "Wow~ It's snowing."|

Qing'er quickly dropped the dumplings in her hand and turned around to look. Although this was not the first snow in winter, she still stood up and ran out excitedly, and said in surprise: "It's really snowing, it looks so beautiful."

I originally thought that the winter solstice would not fall again this year, but I didn't expect it to come sooner or later, so Song Anle also stood up in surprise and walked at the door. Looking at the snowflakes dancing on her forehead, she was stunned and was fascinated when she remembered the heavy snow before.

Song Anle lowered her eyes and showed a faint smile on her face. It was obvious that she was immersed in her thoughts. So when Qing'er consciously looked at her, she said curiously: "Anle, what are you thinking? You are so enchanting?"

Song Anle immediately withdrew her thoughts, but she obviously seemed a little anxious. She had a little dull consciousness, so she could only hide it with an unnatural smile, "It's nothing, I'm just surprised that this snow came at the right time."

"That's right, I thought it wouldn't snow this winter solstice." Qing'er was still overjoyed and looked at the snow scene.

Song Anle smiled and said, "So, it is better to come early than to come just right, and everything is like this."

Qing'er always has simple thinking, so she just smiled meaninglessly. However, Song Xiaojing appreciated Song Anle's words, and she had to admire that Song Anle always reveals the cultivation of both inside and outside.

Qing'er has been thinking hard about how to get rid of the task of making dumplings and not seem to have failed her appointment. She looked at the ground that was already white, and then she thought of building snowmen. Every year on the snowy day of the winter solstice, they not only gather for meals, but also have a project to build snowmen.

"By the way, let's build a snowman, right?" Qing'er looked at Song Xiaojing and Song Anle excitedly and surprisedly.

Song Xiaojing looked at the snow outside, and at most she could barely cover the ground. She was far from the requirement of building a snowman, so Qing'er clearly made an excuse to escape, so she simply used it to help her.

Just when Qing'er realized her proposal and was a little unreasonable, Song Xiaojing said at the right time: "It's good, but there is not much snow at the moment. Why not Qing'er go to find a good place first. When the snow is thick, it's not too late for us to go again."

Song Anle naturally knew Qing'er's little thoughts well, so she said gently: "It's good that this is good, but I just want to feel wronged and suffer from the cold."

"It's okay, it's okay, I can resist the cold." Qing'er smiled happily.

Song Anle pursed the corner of his lips. He looked at Song Xiaojing. After Qing'er left happily, she and Song Xiaojing returned indoors because in addition to making dumplings and dumplings, they also needed to make some pastries and other delicacies.

After Qing'er left, she went directly to the place where Gao Yuanshang lived without turning. Because the guests' wings were gathered together, it was easy to find them. It was still the last time that wings, Qing'er came straight here.

Qing'er entered the courtyard and called out, "Brother Yuan Shang... are you here?"

"It's Qing'er, I'm here." Gao Yuanshang said and walked out.

"Brother Yuan Shang." Qing'er ran up overjoyed.

Seeing Qing'er so happy, Gao Yuanshang smiled happily, but he pretended to be blamed and said, "Why did it run out on such a snowy day?"

"Of course I want to see you." Qing'er was very dissatisfied, so she didn't blush and she showed it straightforwardly.

So Gao Yuanshang didn't care too much about Qing'er's words. He pulled her and said, "Come on, come in and Nuannuan."

"No;" Qing'er fixed her body in place, and she said again: "I promise Anle and the others to find a place to build snowmen. Why don't you go find it for me?"

Gao Yuanshang said with a little surprise: "It's such a cold day, do you want to build a snowman?"

"It will only snow when it is so cold." Qing'er's sweet smile even had a naive innocence.

Gao Yuanshang pursed his lips helplessly. He was surprised to find that he had times when he was speechless. After all, only cold weather could cause snow, but Qing'er seemed to have not realized that his words were wrong. No matter what, he was still unintentional.

Due to heavy snow, Gao Yuanshang held an oil painting umbrella and walked side by side with Qing'er. Perhaps the oil umbrella was too small, Gao Yuanshang also took care of helping Qing'er to cover it, so the distance between them was always kept close.

Qing'er did not have any unnaturalness, nor did she express her shyness. Instead, she wandered in the park with Gao Yuanshang, and it seemed like she was looking for a good place with a lot of snow, but the two of them were talking and laughing, and it seemed to be romantic in the snow.

Qing'er said as she walked, "Brother Yuan Shang, you blocked your way back because of heavy snow this time. Wouldn't your family worry about you?"

"Of course, but I have sent someone to bring a letter back to report safety." Gao Yuanshang refused Qing'er's kindness to stay before, but this time he was indeed blocked from the road conditions, which caused him to be unable to rush back, so he was a little worried that he would mind.

"Oh, that's good." Qing'er asked curiously again: "Where will you live in? Will it be far away?"

Gao Yuanshang was not there, and hesitated for a while. Gao Yuanshang had about a few seconds before saying again: "It's not far away, it's not close, it depends on how you go."

Qing'er said with an unknown "Hmm?", perhaps because of the doubt in her heart, and she also stopped and looked at him with an unknown look.

Gao Yuanshang smiled dimly, and he said calmly: "Don't be curious. If you have the chance, you will take you back to recognize the door. But then you should mind."

"How could that happen?" Qing'er said anxiously: "No matter what, I will call you Brother Yuan Shang, so your home is my home, how could I mind?"

Qing'er is rare to have a serious attitude. Gao Yuanshang smiled, but he secretly hoped that Qing'er could really do it, as leisurely as she said.

"I'm very happy that you can think so." Gao Yuanshang was so happy from the bottom of his heart, but the premise was that Qing'er was not instructed by others.

Qing'er smiled even happier. The most precious smile in the world is the sweetness of love. The fate that can be met is right around you, but it is not enough to be found.

Song Anle and Song Xiaojing were busy all day long. The snowy sky had replaced the bright sky. The sky was covered with gray snow, as if setting off the cleanliness of snow.

The table placed beside it is filled with dumplings of various forms, as well as not very round dumplings, and various pastries, but the style of the pastry is particularly unique.

Song Xiaojing watched Song Anle carving a plate of desserts, as if it was also integrated into Song Anle's concentration of attention, but Song Anle was not so full of attention, but she had a feeling in her heart, so the movements in her hands seemed particularly relaxed.

A plate of emerald green dessert is about the size of an egg, with roundness in the square, the next layer is made of fine flour, the previous layer seems to be made of solidified species, and with the fancy style carved by Song Anle himself, the real plate of desserts is exquisite and full of colors.
Chapter completed!