Mr Snowman's Story

Mr. Snowman woke up to a sunny and gentle winter day, and the moment he opened his eyes, he fell in love with the feeling that almost melted him.At that time, Mr. Snowman didn't know that this feeling was called warmth, because he was still a newborn snowman who didn't understand anything.

But soon Mr. Snowman became familiar with the little friends in the yard, especially the big dog with uneven coat color in the yard. After all, he was the guy who talked the most in the yard.

"Hey, buddy! You look so cool. If only the hostess would cook for me like this. You know, she graduated from the famous Sunda Academy of Fine Arts!"

The big dog's nose sprayed white air, and Mr. Snowman grabbed the scarf around his neck in embarrassment, feeling a sense of pride in his heart. He also liked the body the mistress gave him very much. He heard the mistress The owner said it was as perfect as a statue of David.

The appearance of Mr. Snowman made the yard lively for a few days. After everyone visited Mr. Snowman in turn, the days returned to calm.It was only then that Mr. Snowman heard that there was a very arrogant fellow in the house, and everyone loved him very much.

Everyone calls that guy Mr. Fireplace. I heard that he has been on a plane for a long time, and he came from the far east, and his whole body has a different style.Mr. Snowman was extremely curious, and this emotion that could kill cats continued to infect his short life until one night, Mr. Snowman sneaked into the hall where Mr. Fireplace slept.

If Mr. Snowman had learned idioms, he would definitely understand what it means to be moths to the flame at this moment, but at this time, Mr. Snowman just walked towards the house with enthusiasm, where it was glowing red, warm, Like the smell of the sun.

Mr. Fireplace has a very beautiful dress, just like what Mr. Snowman has heard these days. The mahogany base is carved with dragon and phoenix patterns, which are out of tune with the whole room, but it has attracted Mr. Snowman's eyes.

Mr. Snowman felt that his legs were a little weak, just like his heart, which began to melt the moment he saw Mr. Fireplace.Mr. Snowman shook his dizzy head and stopped four or five meters away.

"Hi, I'm Snowman, I just moved in in the last few days."

Mr. Fireplace was motionless.

"Well, I heard Mirka say that you need some shaved ice to quench your thirst, you know this is my specialty!"

Mr. Fireplace said nothing.

"Oh, well man, do you know who Mikal is, the big talking dog."

Mr. Fireplace as always.

"Maybe you don't want to talk to me right now?" Mr. Snowman shrugged dejectedly, "God bless, this is not a gentleman's way."

Just when Mr. Snowman was about to leave, Mr. Fireplace finally took two steps forward, pointing at himself in doubt: "Are you talking to me?"

Mr. Snowman looked confused: "I've been talking to the air for so long."

"I'm really sorry. I only came here this year. I can only understand part of what you said, so my reaction is a bit slow." Mr. Fireplace said every word very slowly, and there was a very vivid charm when connected together.

Mr. Snowman listened in a daze, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he had been in a daze for a long time. My God, he actually lost his mind during the conversation. This is really ungentlemanly.

Mr. Snowman straightened the scarf around his neck angrily, trying to alleviate his impoliteness just now: "It's okay, I was just asking if you want a glass of shaved ice."

Mr. Fireplace smiled softly: "It seems that I heard correctly. It's a pity that I can't touch ice and water, otherwise Tomikal would have brought a cup to taste your craft."

Mr. Snowman was so ashamed that he was about to explode, so he casually pulled Mikaal's big dog to set up a relationship. Who knew he would be exposed as a big liar!

"Then, let's do this first, I just asked casually, ha, that, um, good night."

Mr. Snowman left a sentence incoherently, and ran out in a hurry. At this time, he really wished that he would never see Mr. Fireplace again, even though he wanted to make friends with him every moment before that.

But when Mr. Snowman ran to the door, he couldn't help turning his head back: "If possible, can we be friends? It makes me very happy to talk to you."

Mr. Fireplace smiled and said, "If this is your request, then how can I have the heart to refuse, God bless, I am a kind Hearth."

Mr. Snowman stood at the door stupidly, and it took a long time to realize the meaning of Mr. Snowman's words. My God, he actually agreed to be friends with me!Unexpectedly, Mr. Fireplace would also say God bless, oh, his expression at that time was so charming!

In the hall, Mr. Fireplace pressed his body with his hands. It was strange. He was obviously a snowman whose whole body was soft and could be broken with a poke, but it made him feel a strong sense of crisis. When he faced Mr. Snowman, his whole body Tightened, but couldn't help but be attracted by the other party.

Mr. Fireplace barely suppressed this feeling, flicked the charcoal fire in his stomach, squinted his eyes, and gradually fell asleep.

The sun always comes very late in winter. Mr. Snowman looked towards the courtyard gate and found that Mikaal was very quiet today. He secretly gathered a snowball and threw it over: "Good day, Mikaal! Why is it so quiet today?"

Mikaal snorted: "Isn't it because the master invited their friends to be a guest? Huh, they said they came to appreciate the fireplace from the East. Although that guy is not bad, there's no need to be so, so..."

"Big fanfare?" Mr. Snowman continued with a smile.

"Oh, that's the damn word, you know, of course Mr. Fireplace is nice, but I always think everyone takes him too seriously, don't you? Especially Shirley that guy! You know she used to stay in the winter By my side!"

Shirley is a Persian cat that the hostess has raised for many years, and her satin-like white hair is often shown off by the hostess.

"Okay Mikaal, Shirley still loves you, didn't she give you half of her little fish yesterday?"

The big dog immediately turned around in the snow: "Yes, hey, it's all my fault that I like Shirley so much, but it would be great if Shirley could stay away from Mr. Fireplace, that really makes me jealous."

While talking, the hostess brought her friend to the courtyard, which is said to be her friend in the Academy of Fine Arts. This lady-like woman is not as interested in oriental fireplaces as her husband is. Mr. Snowman goes around in circles.

"Honey, this snowman is so perfect. If you can show this level when you graduate, the old hag who teaches statues will definitely give you full marks!"

"Yes, I also like him very much, and I even named him Angelo, the messenger bestowed by God to the mortal world!"

"This name is really wonderful. A handsome man like a god, it would be more perfect if he added a handkerchief." The lady friend smiled and put a handkerchief neatly into Mr. Snowman's chest pocket: "Dear If you have time, please ask someone to take a photo of An Qiluo, otherwise it will be a pity if you don't see him in the future."

The hostess smiled and nodded, looking at Mr. Snowman with a bit of pity.Can the messenger of God stay in the mortal world forever?

The noisy day was finally over, and Mr. Snowman was staring at the handkerchief on his chest in a daze. It was embroidered with a vigorous green bamboo, and the color scheme was very refreshing.Mr. Snowman had heard about Huaguo embroidery from Mikaal, and he guessed that this handkerchief was embroidered with that magical technique.Would Mr. Fireplace be pleased if this handkerchief was given to him?After all, this is their country.

Mr. Snowman was thinking about it in a trance, and when he came back to his senses, he found himself standing in the hall, and Mr. Fireplace was smiling at him not far away.

God!The familiar limp legs came to him again!Mr. Snowman is desperate to find a snowdrift to get into, but before that, he still has to bravely send the first gift among friends.

"Mr. Wall, Fireplace, I, I met a generous lady today!" Mr. Snowman had to admit that his brave beginning had been greatly compromised.

But Mr. Fireplace still smiled softly: "That's really great, it seems that you have a very happy day, my friend."

"Yes, Mr. Fireplace, I think I did have a good day, but it won't be complete until I give this gift." Mr. Snowman said and took out his handkerchief. Mr. Fireplace laughed, and somehow he became less nervous.

Mr. Fireplace saw the embroidery on the handkerchief at a glance. In his country, this kind of craftsmanship can be seen everywhere, but in a foreign country, this not-so-delicate handkerchief gave him an inexplicable sense of warmth.

It was only at this moment that he really saw this guy who had been clamoring to be friends with him. This white, soft guy is really good at coaxing people.

Mr. Snowman was completely unaware of Mr. Fireplace's psychological changes. He walked up to Mr. Fireplace in a few steps, and stretched out his hand holding a handkerchief: "You are my first friend to give gifts..."

Mr. Fireplace took the handkerchief in his hand and said with a smile, "Then I am really honored."

Mr. Snowman felt that feeling of weak legs came again, he hurriedly looked away and looked around, just in time to miss the sudden change of Mr. Fireplace's face and the handkerchief that was clenched even tighter.

"Hey, my friend, why didn't I see Shirley? That big fool Mikael was still looking for her just now."

"Shirley?" Mr. Fireplace hid the hand holding the handkerchief behind his back, looking at the dodging little snowman in front of him: "Who is that?"

Mr. Snowman raised his head in shock: "My God, it's that white cat who comes to strike up a conversation with you every day. How come you don't even know her name?"

"I don't even know the names of my friends, why should I know the names of people who have nothing to do with me?"

Mr. Snowman froze in place, because he didn't seem, did, say his own name to Mr. Fireplace!

"That, that, I, my name is..."

"Angelo." Mr. Fireplace called out his name gently.

"Mr. Fireplace..."

"You can call me Yan."

Mr. Snowman smirked dazedly, Mr. Fireplace looked at him tenderly, his hands behind his back loosened slightly, and a little black ashes floated out of it.