Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

After listening to Song Tingran's explanation, Shi Yan felt much more comfortable and had a smile on his face.

"Shi Yan, do you still remember that when you were in Furong Town, you said that roses looked beautiful. I also told you that roses represent undying love."

"I remember, Mistress Wife."

"Then let me conjure a rose for you, okay?"

"But now is not the season for flowers to bloom. There are no roses. Wife, you are trying to deceive me, a young gentleman."

Song Tingran ignored Shi Yan's questions and walked to the roadside where there were no footprints.

"My wife, the snow is deep over there, please be careful."

"I'm just standing here. It's okay. Come over and help me. Otherwise, it will be difficult to make these roses."

The two of them were like children, staying away from school and playing in the snow on the roadside.

Song Tingran first casually broke off a branch from the willow tree on the roadside and selected a stronger part. "Look, this is the branch of a rose. Although there are no green leaves, there are no thorns."

Shi Yan took the flower stem, stroked it carefully, and looked at Song Tingran with love in his eyes.

The snow on the ground was all clean. Song Tingran casually grabbed a little snow and pinched it directly at the top of the flower stem. The flower stamen was ready.

"My wife, do you want to make a rose out of snow?" Shi Yande held her hand with his other hand and warmed it.

"That's right. As expected of you, sir. He is very smart. This is only the second step, and you can see it."

"Master Wife, you teach me and I will do it."

Song Tingran withdrew her hand, never using Shi Yan, because this was a gift she wanted to give him, and she had to finish it with her own hands.

She kicked the snow on the ground under the tree, trying to find something like a wood chip. This road led to the mountain, so the most indispensable thing on the road was sticks and the like.

"found it!"

Song Tingran put a piece of wood in front of Shi Yan as if he were offering a treasure, "Although it's a bit bumpy and not that smooth, it's okay. Let's make an agreement first. If the rose I make is ugly, you will want it too." like."

"My wife, how could the thing you made be ugly? This is a winter rose. In addition to unwavering love, it also represents eternity and white hair."

Sometimes Song Tingran really couldn't say these sweet words to Shi Yan. She loved hearing them, as if they were exaggerated, she also liked them.

Song Tingran spread the snow flat on the wooden board, pressed it hard, and then slowly lifted it up from the corner. Unfortunately, the wood piece was not particularly flat, and the snow piece she wanted was broken into pieces.

Shi Yan looked at it and said, "My dear wife, the moment it shattered was like a star twinkling, and when it fell, it was like seeing a shooting star. It's just that I reacted slowly and didn't have time to make a wish."

"you...."

Song Tingran blushed when he heard this, turned his back, and continued to make snow flakes. This time, he pressed harder and his palms turned red.

But it doesn't matter. The first snowflake was successful. The thin piece was placed according to the position of the stamen just now, and it was gently attached. After a slight adjustment of the curvature, a beautiful petal was completed.

"My wife, my hands are too cold. Let's go home. I like this rose petal very much."

"No, I said I would give it to you. I just want to give it to you. It will be ready soon."

Shi Yan looked distressed and made a small snowdrift with his hands, then inserted the branches on it and began to make petals like Song Tingran. This was indeed difficult, so he did it bit by bit.

There were more than a dozen petals, and both of their hands were red before they were finished, but this rose made of snow was so beautiful.

Although it is not red, it is bright and attractive.

"Give it to you, Shi Yan."

"Thank you, wife. I like it very much and I will keep it well."

The two held hands and went home.

As soon as he entered the door, the roses in Shi Yan's hand caught the attention of the family.

Xiao Yuchen thought of what happened yesterday and felt that the roses were beautiful, but the hearts of him and his wife were even more precious. Moreover, they were still hanging on the tree. He saw them when he went out. How nice it was.

Qiao Jinshu was stunned and said, "Brother, where did this come from? It's so beautiful, does it come from heaven and earth?"

"No, my wife did it on the way back." Shi Yan told the truth.

Qiao Jinshu felt a little disgusted, but he didn't show it on the surface. At this time, Yan was his second favorite person. His first favorite person gave an ice rose to his second favorite person, and he was happy.

"It's so beautiful, brother, why don't we get a nice-looking bottle to put it in."

"Okay, but it seems like home is..."

While Shi Yan was still thinking about whether there was a suitable bottle at home, Qiao Jinshu had already found one from the storage room. He remembered the new things at home most reliably, and the vase he found was also very accurate.

It's a red and white bottle, just high enough to put the ice rose inside.

Song Leyu: "It's so beautiful. It's even more beautiful than a real rose."

Song Changyue: "Yes, mother, I also want to learn how to do it."

The boys were hanging around Song Tingran, while the husbands mostly went to see Ice Rose.

Shi Yan placed the vase on the windowsill outside his house, which happened to be a beautiful sight.

"Stop pestering your mother. Her hands are all red from the cold. I'll warm them up in the house before I teach you. Besides, Big Daddy has also learned it and will teach you together."

The cubs cheered and dragged Song Tingran into the dining room to warm up.

Song Leyu poured hot milk tea, which Sang Cheng had just cooked; Song Changyue brought cut fruits; Song Can tapped her shoulder, and Song Qingyi told interesting things in the book school... Everyone No one is idle, and the husbands can hardly get involved.

Song Tingran's hand was already burning due to the cold outside, and now she felt a little uncomfortable. She touched Shi Yan's hand, and it was the same, but both of them felt sweet.

Qiao Jinshu was almost broken. He stood aside and walked out of the dining room when no one was paying attention. He didn't want to drink milk tea at all.

Walking on the stairs, I saw that half of the stair blankets made by Sang Cheng were already covered. He had made this blanket for a long time, and there were stairs from the first floor to the third floor, just to make it easier to go up and down the stairs when it snowed.

It seems that I am the most useless one, Qiao Jinshu thought to himself, quickened his pace and returned to the room.

After a while, there was a knock on the door. Qiao Jinshu thought it was his wife coming to coax him, so he opened the door arrogantly, and it turned out to be Xiao Yuchen.

"Second brother?"

"My wife and brother are down below teaching us how to make ice roses. You are nowhere to be seen. I have been looking for you for a long time. Let's go down and play together."

"Second brother, I don't..."

Before he finished speaking, Qiao Jinshu was pulled out of the door by Xiao Yuchen. Seeing that he was wearing less, he took off his cloak and put it on him.