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Then Xiaodouzi took out another red woolen hat and put it on the snowman's bald head. This time, it was the perfect size.

After putting it on, he took two steps back, tilted his head to look at it, then stepped forward, stretched out two fingers, gently pinched the brim, and rolled up one side.

They moved very carefully, afraid that they might hurt the snowman's head if they used too much force.

After the brim of the hat was rolled up, two bright black eyes were revealed underneath.

Against the backdrop of the red hat, their eyes seemed to sparkle like real eyes, as if they were looking directly at the little girl who had put the hat on them.

Then she tilted her head back, and the ears of her bunny ear hat swung back, revealing her slightly flushed face.

She looked at Lin Ye, her eyes crinkling into a smile, and asked in a clear, melodious voice, "Godfather, may I pick a few branches of that tree?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the wintersweet tree beside him.

After receiving a nod of approval, he skipped over to a low wintersweet tree and broke off four branches, two long and two short.

Several half-open flower buds still hung on the branches of the wintersweet, their petals a translucent pale yellow, layered and wrapped, with only a crack at the very top.

When the little dumpling breaks off a branch, a faint, bitter fragrance slowly seeps out from the broken end. The scent is very subtle, yet extremely penetrating.

Mixed with the delicate, cool fragrance of winter plum blossoms, it is particularly clear in the cold air. With each breath, the nose is filled with this cool yet sweet scent.

She couldn't resist holding a few sprigs of wintersweet under her nose and smelling them with relish before running back and forcefully inserting the wintersweet branches into the sides of the snowmen, big and small.

Although the snow was soft, Lin Ye tamped it down firmly, and Xiao Douzi, being small and weak, initially had some difficulty getting in.

But instead of asking Lin Ye for help, she pondered on her own and began to slowly twist the branch inward, as if she were tightening a screw.

Using this method, the branches quickly and firmly embedded themselves into the snowman's compacted body.

Lin Ye, who had originally intended to step forward to help, paused. Seeing that Xiao Douzi had already learned to solve problems on its own, he smiled with satisfaction and continued to put ribbons on the animals.

Because the big and small snowmen are so close together, the curves of the wintersweet branches cause the tips of the two branches to bend towards each other, and then they naturally touch each other, just like holding hands.

Then Xiaodouzi started decorating the bodies of the snowmen and other small animals.

She picked up the buttons and pinned them vertically in the middle of the snowman's round belly, five in total.

The buttons are made of wood with fine wood grain on the surface, in concentric circles, like miniature tree rings.

The dark brown wood grain is embedded in the pure white snow, creating a striking and beautiful color contrast. From a distance, it looks like the snowman is wearing a button-down vest.

Before inserting each button, she would carefully compare the positions to ensure that the spacing was even.

The comparison tool is your own little hand; measure one, set one, then measure another.

After attaching all five buttons, she used her index finger to trace from the first to the last, making sure they were all in a straight line before nodding in satisfaction and moving on to the next step.

She pressed a row of silk flowers onto the little snowman's belly.

The silk flower is a gradient from pink to white, with a light pink center that gradually lightens towards the outside, eventually merging into a soft white at the edges of the petals.

The petals are piled up layer upon layer, as if the real flower has been enchanted and frozen in its most beautiful moment.

Then she picked up colorful beads and wrapped them around the bottom of the two snowmen.

The beads were red, blue, green, yellow... all sorts of colors. She pressed the beads into the snow one by one, gently twisting each one to help it stay in place.

After being embedded, only half of the bead's surface is visible, resembling a ring of colorful dewdrops appearing in the snow.

Although the light was dim on a cloudy day, the beads seemed to glow on their own, occasionally flashing tiny specks of light.

Then, based on the characteristics of different animals, various small decorations other than bows were added to them.

For example, two thin, long leaves were pasted on the ears of the snow rabbit to highlight its long ears.

The leaf was picked from the holly tree next to her. She tore off a large part of it and pasted it on perfectly. The tip was slightly curved outward, like a rabbit pricking up its ears to listen for something.

For example, you can hang a small bell around the neck of a kitten. The bell is smaller than your little fingernail and will make a clear "ding-a-ling" sound when you shake it.

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Lin Ye was also busy, his slender fingers pinching the small bows and putting them on each of the snow animals one by one.

The movements were unhurried and deliberate, each bow was put on neatly and correctly, and even the wings on both sides of the bow were perfectly symmetrical.

Occasionally, when she looks up at Xiaodouzi, who is busy having fun, the corners of her mouth will unconsciously turn up slightly, and the warmth in her eyes will be incredibly comforting.

The colorful bows on the snow-white animals look like wildflowers suddenly blooming on the snow.

The monotonous snowmen and snow animals gradually came to life, as if they had been infused with souls, each with its own unique characteristics.

The big snowman is a steady father wearing a gray scarf, the little snowman is a playful child wearing a red scarf, and the small animals behind them are like their pets or their companions.

They followed closely behind, forming a crooked but exceptionally cute circle.

The whole scene is like filling in colors, temperature and stories little by little on a blank white canvas on a cloudy day.

The background is pure white snow, and gradually, red hats, gray scarves, pink and white silk flowers, colorful beads, and bows of various colors appear on it...

There are no large, bold strokes; each stroke is light, as if painted little by little with a fine brush tip dipped in paint.

But when these colors are combined, they give the whole picture a sense of movement.

It's as if they weren't just newly built snowmen, but have been standing here for a very long time, witnessing countless sunrises and sunsets.

After everything was over, Xiao Douzi was held in Lin Ye's arms, her arms wrapped around his neck, and her bunny ear hat rubbing against his chin.

Her face turned rosy from the exercise and the rising cold wind, and the tip of her nose was also red from the wind, but she couldn't hide the smile on her lips.

She leaned on Lin Ye's shoulder, staring intently at the snowmen and animals on the ground.

Watching the big and small snowmen snuggling together.

The end of the big snowman's gray scarf was blown up by the wind and draped over the little snowman's red hat, as if gently patting its head, before slowly falling back to its side.

Behind the two snowmen followed a group of small animals, each wearing a tiny bow and its own unique trinkets.

Although they were lined up in no particular formation, all their heads were facing the same direction, giving them an oddly orderly appearance, like a small team about to set off on a snow adventure.

Behind them, the branches of two wintersweet trees twisted and stretched out, their brown trunks winding and reaching towards the sky, like a few freehand strokes of ink on a gray sky.

On the branches, pale yellow or vermilion flower buds are faintly visible beneath the snow. The two colors are half-hidden by the white snow, appearing and disappearing, which makes them even more intriguing than when they are completely exposed.

The scarves of the snowmen, big and small, fluttered gently in the breeze, and their red hats looked especially vibrant in the dim light.

That touch of red stood out starkly against the gray and hazy sky, like a drop of cinnabar falling onto rice paper, with all the gray and white serving as a backdrop.

The two inner branches are pressed tightly together.

It's like holding hands tightly, never to be let go.