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On the other side, Xiao Douzi was shoveling snow into a small bucket, his little body squatting in the snow, almost blending into the surrounding snow.

The two snow-white rabbit ears on her hat drooped limply, their tips trembling as she shoveled snow.

With each shovel stroke, she let out a soft "hey," as if her mouth was also exerting force. The small shovel made a rhythmic rustling sound in the snow.

Once a shovel is full, pour the snow into the bucket. When the bucket is full, use the back of the shovel to press the snow down.

After making sure the snow wouldn't leak out of the bucket, he picked it up with both hands, hopped over, and handed it to Lin Ye.

The little white rabbit snow boots left a trail of deep and shallow footprints in the snow, stretching from where she was carrying snow all the way to Lin Ye.

The clouds were like a thick, gray-white quilt, covering the entire sky completely. Only occasionally would a sliver of sunlight struggle to peek through the gaps in the clouds, letting in a faint golden hue.

But the light was short-lived, soon swallowed back by the closing clouds, and the world returned to a cold, uniform gray-white.

All the shadows appeared blurry and restrained in the light, as if they were weighed down by clouds and dared not stretch out.

The air carried the crisp scent of snow, a cool sensation that crept into my nostrils, like inhaling a breath of mint candy.

Lin Ye bent down to take the small bucket, poured the snow into the circle, piled it together with the snow he had shoveled, and used a shovel to pat it into the required shape and compact it.

Then the empty bucket is handed back to Xiaodouzi, who then goes back to shoveling snow.

One tall and one short, one black and one white figure moved back and forth in the snow, their shadows stretched long and short by the occasional flashes of sunlight.

Sometimes they overlapped, sometimes they separated. The two of them worked together quickly and in perfect harmony, one shoveling snow and the other piling it up.

Aside from the sounds of shoveling snow and footsteps, the only other sound was the occasional ethereal whisper of the wind as it passed through the bare branches in the distance.

After a large foundation was completed, Lin Ye straightened up and used the back of his hand to wipe away a few grains of snow that were stuck to his hair, which was covered by his hat.

He stretched his shoulders again, his neck bones turning slightly, making a soft "clicking" sound. He then exhaled a long breath, white mist escaping from his slightly open mouth like a dragon.

Then he chose a new spot next to the foundation, stuck the shovel into the snow, drew a circle, and built a smaller foundation.

Little Douzi had just walked over carrying a freshly filled bucket of snow when she suddenly saw Lin Ye building a new snowdrift next to her. She stopped abruptly, the bucket nearly hitting her knee.

She tilted her head, and her white rabbit ears tilted to one side along with her head tilting. A few strands of hair peeking out from under the brim of her hat swayed gently in the wind.

She asked疑惑地问道, "Godfather, are we going to make two big snowmen?"

Lin Ye stopped what he was doing and turned his head to look at her.

His black beanie was covered with a thin layer of water droplets from the melting snow, and the tassels of his light gray cashmere scarf peeked out from the collar of his black down jacket, swaying gently in the wind.

His eyes were gentle, and his voice was exceptionally clear in the quiet snow: "Yes, I want to be myself, and I also want to be a little dumpling."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Douzi's eyes widened suddenly, his pupils lit up instantly, and the corners of his mouth turned up in a smile that he couldn't suppress no matter what he did.

She spun around in place, carrying the small bucket in both hands, the long ears on her hat swinging back and forth.

The boots churned a shallow, round crater in the snow, kicking up snowflakes that landed on the boots like a layer of frosting.

As the little boy spun around, he let out a "whoosh whoosh" laugh, visibly happy.

Yes! The big snowman and the little snowman are like Godfather and Little Duzi, they will never be separated!

She pondered this idea over and over in her mind, finding it sweeter with each repetition, and her lips curled into a wider smile.

Then, even more motivated, after emptying the bucket, he quickly ran back to continue shoveling snow.

With their division of labor and cooperation, the foundations for the two snowmen were quickly laid. Two slightly irregular snow platforms, one large and one small, stood side by side on the snow, their shadows quietly touching.

After that, Xiao Douzi didn't need to do anything else. Lin Ye assigned Xiao Douzi a new task: to use snowball clips to make some little friends for the snowman.

Little Douzi happily accepted the task and went off to tinker with it.

Lin Ye, on the other hand, first made the two foundations more rounded.

He switched to a small flat shovel from the villa, bent over and slowly circled the two snowdrifts, scraping back and forth on the surface of the snowdrifts with the shovel, smoothing out the edges and protrusions little by little.

Snowflakes fell softly from his hands, accumulating into a ring of fine white at the bottom of the snowdrift.

After some work, the two snowmen's bodies transformed from rough snowdrifts into round, bulging spheres, with smooth, even surfaces.

He left a groove at the top of each body—a larger groove for the big snowman and a smaller groove for the small snowman—to hold the head.

After the repairs were completed, the two chubby bodies, one big and one small, had smooth, rounded lines and were much closer together, almost touching.

Then Lin Ye started rolling the snowman's head. He first rubbed a ball out of the snow with both hands, pressing the snow down and making it tighter with his palms.

He then placed the snowball on the ground and started rolling it to add more weight. He bent down and pushed the snowball, his footsteps leaving a series of deep pits in the snow.

The ball rolled bigger and bigger in the snow, getting a layer of new snow with each roll, until it became a ball bigger than a head.

He straightened up, glanced at the groove, then bent down again, stretched his arms under the snowball, and with a little effort lifted it up, placing it on the base of the snowman.

The snowball got stuck in the pre-made groove with a dull "thump" and was firmly fixed in place.

Then he did the same thing, rolling a slightly smaller snowball and placing it in the groove at the top of the snowman's body to secure it.

Finally, I used my finger to rub loose snow around the seam between the heads and bodies of the two snowmen to reinforce the connection.

The two snowmen were now complete.

Lin Ye took two steps back, dusted the snow off his gloves and put them back on, quietly examining the two snowmen in front of him, one big and one small, to see if there was anything that needed to be changed.

Little Douzi also had a great haul. She went into the villa again, wrapped her arms around it, and brought out the remaining five or six snowball clips to use.

The clips were piled up like a small mountain in her arms, making a rustling sound with every step she took. The colorful plastic shells looked particularly vibrant in the reflection of the snow.

The little girl took the duck-shaped snowball clip, squeezed it hard with a "click," and then carefully separated it.

A chubby snow duck successfully stood on the snow, and even the feather patterns on its wings were imprinted.

Little Douzi put down the snowball clip for the little duck and was just about to switch to another one.

When he looked up, he saw a giant snowman in front of him that was almost half his height, and a smaller snowman next to him that reached about his thigh.