Starting from Taohuawu, kilometers away

When Li Cheng was going to bed after the party, Layue and Chuqizhisheng discussed an event to hold a snowman family portrait event.

The forest at the foot of Changbai Mountain was covered in silver by a sudden heavy snowfall.

Snowflakes fall lightly, like flowers scattered by fairies, silently covering every inch of land.

The branches are heavy, as if unable to bear the weight. Occasionally they sway, scattering crystal clear snow beads all over the ground.

In the white snow, squirrels shuttled through the woods, leaving behind a series of footprints of varying depths. They searched for food in the snow, occasionally making shrill calls, breaking the silence.

In the snow, occasionally a roe deer or hare would pass by in a hurry, leaving behind a series of jumping footprints, adding a touch of vividness to this white world.

The sky was gray and snowflakes were dancing in the wind, sometimes as soft as feathers, sometimes as fierce as arrows.

The cold wind howled through the woods, blowing on the branches, making rustling sounds, as if telling the story of winter.

The snowflakes fall on the cheeks, cold and pure, bringing a hint of coolness, but also making people feel relaxed and happy.

The mountains in the distance are covered with snow, as if they were covered with a thick layer of white brocade. The tops of the mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, appearing and disappearing, like a fairyland.

The nearby river has frozen over. Occasionally, a few thin pieces of ice are blown by the wind, making crisp sounds when they collide on the river surface.

In this quiet world covered with snow, time seems to have stopped, giving people a feeling of tranquility and solemnity.

The foot of Changbai Mountain after the snow is not only a masterpiece of nature, but also a comfort to the soul, allowing people to forget the hustle and bustle of the world and indulge in the purity of the snow.

For the people in the south, snow is a distant and mysterious dream.

When the flying snowflakes fell on their shoulders as softly as feathers, they seemed to have entered another world.

The branches in the woods were covered with thick snow, as if they were wearing silver clothes, sparkling brightly under the sunlight.

The people in the south opened their eyes wide and couldn't help cheering as if they had discovered a new world.

A figure rolled excitedly on the snow, fully enjoying this white world he had never seen before.

They filmed everything with their mobile phones, afraid of missing any details. Laughter and shouts echoed in the woods, reflecting their love and surprise for the snow.

However, Li Cheng, Li Xueqin, Wang Sulong and others on the side seemed particularly calm.

They were wearing thick cotton coats, their feet were down to earth, and there was not much expression on their faces.

To them, this is just routine.

They walked skillfully on the snow with steady steps, occasionally looking up at the sky, as if recalling something or feeling unsurprised by the snow.

The contrast between the two emotions is so stark.

The excitement of the southerners and the calmness of the northeasterners are like a dialogue between two worlds.

And the snow, this familiar yet unfamiliar guest, quietly weaves vivid pictures in this woods.

Zhang Guoli panted and looked at Tianqi and said, "Oh, God, this is so powerful!"

Wang Hedi supported his old man and said, "I suggest playing a song called Lone Brave Man at this time!"

Li Cheng and others were full of questions.

Wang Hedi sang with a smile: "I love you walking alone in the dark alley! I don't kneel! I love you right"

Li Cheng quickly quickened his pace, as Wang Hedi's singing voice could easily attract wolves in this forest.

When they were almost at their destination, Song Dandan looked at the people at the back of the team who were still taking pictures and said, "Come on! Hurry up!"

Lamu Yangzi saw that it was almost time and said, "Then can we line up and get ready to start?"

"Come!"

Lamu Yangzi heard Li Cheng's voice and said, "Brother, you design it."

The organizers began to call the troops! After all, it was snowing and we couldn't see who was who. We could only listen to their voices.

Li Cheng was appointed as the commander-in-chief and said, "Come on! Give me a microphone!"

The director team immediately handed over the microphone.

The sports committee member came online, Li Cheng raised his voice, stretched out his long arms and shouted to the villagers: "Come on! Line up in the groups you have divided into!" He saw Wang Hedi, Wang Chuanjun and Ren Ke in front of him and said: "The three crazy ones are here."

The others immediately stood in order.

"A surprise victory!"

"We're here to enjoy the moon in Mengli!"

"The hot moon is here!"

"Mi Xue Bing Chun is here too!"

"Yi Takipo!"

"We two old ones are here too!"

Seeing that everyone was ready, Li Cheng walked backwards and said, "Come, follow me, don't fall behind, don't slack off, follow the footsteps and walk well..."

"Listen to Cheng Cheng! Follow the steps in the footsteps!"

Song Dandan also gave a reminder at the end of the team. She almost forgot that it is easier to walk on the newly fallen snow by walking on the path that others have walked on.

Li Cheng led a group of people and walked forward in a mighty manner. He was at the forefront. He wore Martin boots today on purpose for fear that snow would get into the shoe shells.

Li Cheng felt a strong wind carrying snow. He stopped and turned around and said, "Everyone, cover your mouth and nose, don't talk. There's wind coming, be careful of snow getting into your mouth. Girls, hide behind boys' backs!"

No one disobeyed. The boys straightened their backs instantly when they heard Li Cheng's words.

"Why does Cheng Cheng give me the feeling that he is the school class teacher?"

Li Xueqin felt that Li Cheng's words were very familiar, they were all what the school teachers said.

"That's right, it's exactly the same as what our teacher said when we were in school."

Lamu Yangzi also felt like she was back in school. The tone and words were almost the same.

Shan Yichun covered her mouth and nose and complained: "My makeup is all ruined!"

"Your makeup is ruined~~"

"How should I remember~"

The Wind and Rain combination merged in the dock.

Just when the two were singing excitedly, Song Dandan at the back shouted, "Hey hey hey, Takitaki!"

"Ah, here it comes!"

"In order!"

"okay!"

“Don’t let a second crack appear.”

Wang Sulong was very obedient and did not dare to resist Song Dandan.

Li Cheng, who was walking in front, luckily wore a mask, otherwise his face would have turned red from the cold. He stopped at the designated location and said, "Okay, stop! We are at the center now."

He turned around and looked at everyone and said, "Everyone is lined up, I'm going to move forward now."

"it is good!"

Just as Li Cheng was about to start, Song Dandan reminded him, "I think your flower stem must be short, otherwise the circle will be out of place when it gets longer."

"Okay, Dan's mother." Li Cheng put on his sunglasses, looked back at everyone and said, "Then I'll take five steps first, and you can see if it's appropriate."

Li Cheng stood in the vast snowfield, with soft and thick snow under his feet.

The sky was gloomy, and the tiny snowflakes were still falling, adding a sense of tranquility to the white world. He was wearing a heavy cotton robe and a fur hat, with only a pair of eyes showing determination and resoluteness.

Under the gaze of everyone, Li Cheng slowly took five steps, each step was heavy and powerful, as if he wanted to leave his footprints deeply on the snow.

His eyes were focused and his feet were like thick charcoal pencils. As he moved, he drew deep lines on the snow.

The rustling sound of footprints rubbing against the snow is a symphony of creation.

Li Cheng's movements were smooth and powerful, and his emotions flowed through his feet and blended into the painting that was gradually taking shape in the snow.

The pictures on the snow seem to be telling a silent story, an emotional expression that transcends language.

Everyone's eyes followed Li Cheng's steps and movements. They held their breath, fearing that their breathing would disturb the artist's creation.

Apart from Li Cheng's footsteps in the snow, the only sound was the occasional rustling of branches in the wind.

Finally, Li Cheng stopped, stood in front of his painting, took a deep breath, and then exhaled gently.

The white mist condensed in the air and then dissipated in the cold air.

A satisfied smile appeared on his face, and he seemed proud of this work created in the snow.

The people around also exclaimed in admiration, but Li Cheng knew that after he left, the painting would gradually disappear in the baptism of wind and snow.

For him, the pleasure of creation and the transience of the work are part of art.

With every step Li Cheng took, the people behind him quickly followed.

In the world covered in silver, 15 people set foot on this white snow.

Their steps were light and firm, and they began a silent dance accompanied by the sound of snowflakes falling to the ground.

The biting cold wind could not stop their enthusiasm. Every step they took was deeply imprinted in the snow, as if leaving their mark in the cold silence.

They seemed to be guided by invisible lines, and everyone's movements were just right, without any error. As their footsteps moved, a huge flower shape gradually appeared on the snow.

Each person followed closely in the footsteps of the previous one, being careful not to disrupt the overall pattern with their own footprints.

There was a chill in the air, but everyone's face was filled with warmth.

Their eyes sparkled with excitement, and even in this cold environment, their hearts beat faster from creating together.

The snowflakes fell on their hair and shoulders, blending into them, as if they had become part of the snow.

As time went by, the outline of the pistil became clearer and clearer, and finally, they formed a circle in the center of the pistil and stopped.

Looking around, everyone can see the work they and others have done together.

At that moment, their hearts were filled with an indescribable sense of accomplishment. Without words, they could feel the power of tacit understanding and unity.

The stamens on the snow are silent and solemn. They are not only a masterpiece of snow, but also a reflection of the human heart.

In this pure white world, they weaved a warm memory with their footsteps, and the snow became more vivid and meaningful because of their existence.

Li Cheng looked at everyone and said, "Form a group with your own pair. Come on, draw the petals yourself."

"it is good!"

"go!"

The white snow covered the ground, and the snowflakes flying in the sky were spinning and fluttering in the cold wind.

The fifteen figures stood out against the snow. They formed a circle with thick snow under their feet and a gray sky above their heads.

Their breath formed white mist in the cold air, as if they were a group of warm elves creating their own warmth in the cold nature.

As the snow stopped falling, the ground was covered with a flawless white canvas.

Everyone found their own partner, and they began to squat down and use their fingers to outline petals on the snow.

Their movements were light and focused, with happy smiles on their faces. Although their fingers were red from the cold, no one stopped because they were immersed in the joy of creation.

The petals on the snow gradually increase, each one is unique, as if it is a masterpiece of nature.

People talked as they painted, and their laughter echoed in the air, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding silence.

Their joy infected everything around them, even the pine branches swaying in the wind seemed to be dancing for their happiness.

As time went on, more and more petals appeared on the snow, eventually forming a huge flower pattern.

This painting not only demonstrates people's creativity, but also serves as a testimony to this heavy snow.

When they stood up and looked around, there was a gleam of satisfaction and pride in everyone's eyes.

In this land sealed by winter, their laughter and joy became a force that warms people's hearts, and the happiness that comes from their hearts slowly drifts away in the cold wind.

"Come! Lie down!"

"1! 2! 3!"

"1! 2! Go!"

On this snowy field dotted with peach blossoms, every pair seemed to blend into these artificial flowers. Their bodies gradually adapted to the coldness of the snow, yet they enjoyed the comfort brought by each other's body temperature.

They closed their eyes, letting the snowflakes fall on their faces, feeling the tranquility and beauty of the moment.

The wind also seemed to be infected by this peace. It was no longer so violent, but gently brushed through everyone's hair.

Although the outside world is still cold, fifteen people have found their own spring on this snowy land warmed by peach blossoms.

"what!!!!!!!"

"Wow!!!!!!"

"oh!!!!!!!!"

When everyone was shouting, Li Cheng picked up the microphone and said, "Come on! Everyone, make a heart shape on your head."

Everyone was very obedient, put their hands towards their heads and started making a heart shape with their hands.

Li Cheng began to sing: "It just so happens that the weather is sunny~"

"The peach blossoms are blooming again~"

"Just a quiet window~"

"A beam of morning light falls~"

"Just on your face~"

“There is a gentle ripple!!!”

Everyone sang very enthusiastically.

When everyone stopped to sing to the climax, Li Cheng sang again: "Just in the vast sea of ​​people~"

“We are looking at each other!!!”

Shan Yichun patted Li Xueqin beside her and said, "Xueqin, it's so fun."

"Is it fun? Do you like this activity?"

Li Xueqin really takes good care of Shan Yichun in this season of Taohuawu.

"I feel cold, but I think it's worth it!"

Shan Yichun feels that Taohuawu is really different at this moment. She was very afraid of performance art, but after coming here, she found that she was not a person who was allergic to romance.

At this moment, not only Dan Yichun herself, but also the new residents of Taohuawu felt that they were gradually integrating into Taohuawu.

At the last moment, all the villagers couldn't help but hold hands and lie quietly in the snow. (End of this chapter)