Hibiscus Flower West Moon Splendid: Bodhi Casts a Mirror Heart

Chapter 112 Qingquan Sorrow Scales (13)
We all joked together in Shaanxi dialect, "What are you doing?"

Song Minglei went out with his head held high.A group of us squeezed into the small broken window and watched hard, but we saw him walk up to the big snowman built by Biying and me, and put the two big green radishes that act as eyes and the big carrot that acts as a nose. He pulled it out and walked back with a smile.A large group of us watched him walk in with a blizzard all over, and shouted loudly.

Later, we judged the dumplings made by each of us. Yu Feiyan’s Shandong dumplings are the biggest, and they will be a great minister in the future; Biying’s dumplings are the most upright, and they will marry a good family in the future; There is no limit.Everyone looked at my crooked and oddly shaped dumplings, and they just couldn't enjoy it.In the end, we watched several extremely delicate lotus dumplings that we had never seen before, and we were full of admiration.

At that time, I didn't have the chance to see the thrilling passionflower in this life, so I just squatted down, looked up at the beautiful dumpling, and sighed: "Second brother, the dumplings you made are so beautiful, why are you so beautiful? Like the lotus in front of the Buddha?"

He seldom joked with us, I remember it very clearly, that day he raised his eyebrows rarely, bowed to us very gracefully, looked at me with such gentle eyes, and clasped his fists in his mouth very seriously and said: "Photo What the fourth sister said, you can't do it without cheering."

The snow that year was really heavy. The snow that was just swept in the morning did not reach the threshold in a while, and the withered girl of the big snowman with no nose and eyes was also covered with snow, but we laughed in the warm Dexinju. It was staggering.

In the third year of Yuanchang, the blizzard that never happened in a century was the biggest on the night of the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, freezing to death many exiled people in the suburbs of Beijing who could not be resettled.The north wind howled fiercely, and the wind and snow rolled for half a day, and the Chongyuan Hall was almost submerged in snow and fog.When Feibai rushed in with Chongyang, Yu Feiyan and I hugged Song Minglei's corpse tightly, weeping almost heartbroken.

(End of this chapter)