and meet

The weather is getting colder every day, and the first two days were still warm, but the wind made people's faces hurt, and winter is here.

This is Luo Qingqiu's first winter here, even if the stove is turned on, there is no heating, and the inside of the house is not much warmer than the outside.She was in the room, still wrapped in the newly bought cloak, spreading the paper on the table.

Glancing at the writing brush worriedly, leaning closer to the paper, he bravely wrote:

Sisi:

I have already been to Kaifeng, and I am working as a cook in Kaifeng Mansion.No worries about food and clothing, everything is fine.Kaifeng is as prosperous and gorgeous as the legend, if you have a chance, you must come and see it.Miss you.

Luo Qingqiu.

Finishing writing, Luo Qingqiu stared at these lines in a daze.

Obviously, there is a lot to say.Why fall on paper and that's all there is to it?

Suddenly, I felt that it was easier said than done to maintain the relationship of best friends only by letters.Talking to a white paper is completely different from facing a real person, you say a sentence and she answers a sentence.

But... what can I do?

Luo Qingqiu reluctantly sealed the envelope, and wrote "Feng Siyu's personal letter" on the envelope.

After taking the trustee to Shuzhou, Luo Qingqiu went to the kitchen.

She was supposed to be resting today.But the weather is cold, and the kitchen is full of fireworks, warm.

"Miss Wang, is there anything else to eat?" Luo Qingqiu knew it was Zhan Zhao when he heard the familiar voice.

"Master Zhan, why don't you eat on time?" Wang Qinghe shook her head, "I'll get you a bowl of noodles."

"Thank you."

"I'll go." Luo Qingqiu said.It was only then that Zhan Zhao saw her and greeted her.Luo Qingqiu smiled brightly at Zhan Zhao.

Boil the water, put the noodles into the pot, put two vegetable leaves, lay an egg, sprinkle with salt, sprinkle chopped green onion after serving, and a bowl of simple noodles is quickly served.

After Zhan Zhao thanked him, he started to eat. Luo Qingqiu was sitting opposite him, watching him eat while holding his chin.

Zhan Zhao felt Luo Qingqiu's gaze, raised his head, and met her bright eyes.

Zhan Zhao felt helpless.He knew that Luo Qingqiu still liked him.

But this kind of liking, apart from her unknowing eyes and tone, there is no other expression.Ever since he told her that he has a sweetheart, Luo Qingqiu has never said that he likes him, nor has he done much intimacy, at most it is the help of words between friends.Zhan Zhao knew that she didn't want to cause trouble between them.Zhan Zhao thought, Luo Qingqiu just couldn't let go of it for a while.I can't be so strict with her, and I still can't let go of her back then, so how can I ask Luo Qingqiu's liking to disappear all at once?Give her time to let go a little bit.If it is brought up now, it will be embarrassing.

But the feeling of being watched by someone eating is really not very pleasant, Zhan Zhao looked away, and suddenly said: "It's snowing."

Luo Qingqiu followed his gaze and looked outside the door.This is not the first snow in Kaifeng this winter, but it is indeed Luo Qingqiu's first since coming to Kaifeng.Helplessly, with Luo Qingqiu's eyesight, he couldn't see whether the flying outside was snowflakes or not.She ran to the door, stretched out her hand, it was cool, it really was.It was snowing heavily, and it was white outside.This was the first snow Luo Qingqiu experienced in the Northern Song Dynasty. She looked at the snow in a daze.

"When I was young, I thought snow was very interesting, but when I think about it when I grow up, I don't know what's so interesting." Luo Qingqiu suddenly said to Zhan Zhao.

Zhan Zhao smiled, only ate the noodles, and didn't answer.

"Maybe it's because it snowed when I was a child, and my father would take me to play snowballs and build snowmen. It would be foolish to do these things when I grow up." Luo Qingqiu said to himself.

"Snowball fights...are you hitting each other with snowballs? What is making a snowman?" Zhan Zhao asked curiously.Is it possible to make a person out of snow, just like making a clay figurine?But if you pinch snow, wouldn't it be easy to melt it?And why not call it "Pinch the Snowman"?

Luo Qingqiu's eyes lit up: "Master Zhan, I think the snow is quite heavy. When the snow stops, how about we build a snowman together? You will know what it is after the snowman is finished."

Zhan Zhao smiled and said, "But didn't you say that it would be foolish to do these things when you grow up?"

"That's what my father thinks, I think, no matter how old you are, you can maintain your innocence." Luo Qingqiu looked at Zhan Zhao expectantly, "I can't make a snowman by myself, so you can help me, okay?" good?"

Seeing her hopeful expression, Zhan Zhao could only nod in agreement.

The snow stopped on the second day, and a thick layer had already accumulated on the ground.

Luo Qingqiu stood on a small open space next to the kitchen, looking at the pure white snow without footprints, he was very satisfied.

"Make it smaller." Luo Qingqiu let out a breath of white air, and then gestured to Zhan Zhao, "Master Zhan, let's make a snowball this big first."

Zhan Zhao followed his advice and played snowballs with Luo Qingqiu.His hands are very skillful, and the snowballs he made are much rounder than the ones Luo Qingqiu's father made back then.

"Get another small one."

Pile small balls on top of the big ball, and the prototype of the snowman will come out.

Zhan Zhao looked at the two snowballs, and was very puzzled: "This...doesn't look like a human?" But that's fine, getting two snowballs out will at least clear up a lot of snow nearby.

"Of course it doesn't look like this." Luo Qingqiu turned around, and it was only then that Zhan Zhao noticed that she had brought a basket.There are a few stones and a few branches inside.

With two stones for eyes and two branches for arms, it looks like a little "human".

"It's a pity that there are no carrots." Luo Qingqiu said, and stuck a short branch into the snowman's "face".Zhan Zhao guessed that this should be the nose.But what is a carrot?

After everything was done, Luo Qingqiu showed his fingers out of his sleeves: "I almost forgot." As he spoke, he drew a smiling face on the snowman with his hands.

"Okay!" Luo Qingqiu rubbed his hands and looked at the snowman with satisfaction, "It's prettier than my father's. If there is a scarf, it will be perfect."

"scarf?"

"You don't know. But it's okay if you don't, it's fine now."

Zhan Zhao looked at the snowman, he had never seen anything like this before.But the white and fat ones are really cute.

Suddenly remembered that Luo Qingqiu said that he came from the future, is this something from there?So I have never seen it before? "Is this... something from your hometown?" Zhan Zhao pointedly.

Luo Qingqiu looked around and said, "Well, this thing comes from the future."

Zhan Zhao felt that what Luo Qingqiu said about crossing time and space was somewhat believable.

"In your hometown, does someone make this snowman when it snows?" Zhan Zhao couldn't help imagining a picture. In the snow-covered world, there is a fat snowman standing in front of every house, guarding the house in a naive manner. with this family.

"Well...not really. There are quite a few people who decorate with snowman patterns, but it's snowing and cold, who wants to come out to suffer from the cold? The ones made are not satisfactory, so there are not many people who make them. Besides, after working so hard, when the sun comes out, there is only a puddle of water left, so I feel sad."

"It's really a pity that a masterpiece that took so much time and energy has melted like that."

"Not only that, the snowman is not just snow, it is also a person. There is a well-known story in our place. I also heard it when I was very young, and I still remember it vividly now. Do you want to hear it?"

"Tell me about it."

"The little rabbit and the mother rabbit made a snowman. The little rabbit likes the snowman very much. It dresses up the snowman very beautifully. It wears its own clothes and hat. When the mother goes out to find food, she talks to the snowman. , playing with the snowman. So, it and the snowman became good friends."

Luo Qingqiu looked at Zhan Zhao, who listened very carefully.He seemed to be very curious about the anthropomorphic story of this little animal.

"Then one day, the mother rabbit went out again. The little rabbit was tired of playing with the snowman, so she went to sleep in the house. But when she fell asleep, the house suddenly caught fire. But the little rabbit was still sleeping, and it didn't know it was on fire. Yes. The snowman saw it outside the house, and it was very anxious. It yelled loudly, trying to wake up the little rabbit. But the little rabbit was too fast asleep, and couldn't hear the snowman calling it. The snowman didn't know when the mother rabbit would come back, but it Knowing that if the little rabbit does not escape, it will be too late. Now, it is the only one to take the little rabbit out. It knows that as long as it is close to the fire, it will melt and disappear. But it knows better that its best friend's life is better than it ——A snowman—a short life is more important. So it rushed into the fire without hesitation, and hugged the little rabbit out. It was melting, but it didn’t regret it. It insisted on hugging the little rabbit out of the sea of ​​fire, and finally turned into a The water on the ground evaporates and disappears. When the little rabbit wakes up, his best friend has left."

The story is over.There are tears in Luo Qingqiu's eyes, she is a sentimental person, this story, she cried when watching cartoons when she was a child, crying very sadly.Now speaking, it is still difficult to hold back the tears.Even though this is a fairy tale with a simple plot, how can it not be moving if people are willing to give up their sincere feelings?

Luo Qingqiu looked at Zhan Zhao, but found that there were also tears in his eyes.Suddenly, her heart sank.It suddenly occurred to him that the girl Zhan Zhao loved seemed to have died in a fire just to save him.How familiar the story was, he must have thought of it.If I had known this before, I shouldn't have told Zhan Zhao this story, it just made him sad.

Luo Qingqiu wiped away tears and smiled: "But I believe that our snowman will not be buried in the fire, but will only be embraced by the sun. When spring comes, with the warm sunshine, it will turn into pear blossoms on the branches."

"Ah."

"By the way, Mr. Zhan, are there plum blossoms in the mansion?"

"Have."

"Is it blooming?"

"not yet."

"Then, when the plum blossoms bloom, let's pick a branch for it."

"it is good."

The sun is warm, and the snowman is smiling and stretching his arms.On its face, there is a red glow painted by the sun.

Is the sun embracing it, or does it want to embrace the sun?