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The moment the umbrella opened, it brought up a fine white mist. These were the traces of snow particles that had accumulated in the folds of the umbrella along the way, which were then flung away. They shimmered briefly in the air before disappearing without a trace.

The umbrella was very large, and when it was opened, it made a dull "bang," like a giant bird suddenly spreading its wings overhead.

At this moment, it spread out in the yard, casting a circular shadow whose edges were somewhat whitened by the snow.

After covering both the large and small snowmen completely, there was still plenty of room to spare, and even the two winter plum trees next to the snowmen had half of their branches sheltered under the umbrella.

The snow that was falling all around was instantly kept outside.

The snow hit the umbrella and slid off, making a dense, continuous rustling sound. The sound was not noisy, but rather like some kind of natural white noise, which made people feel at ease.

Under the umbrella lies a peaceful space.

The air seemed to thicken instantly, and the faint fragrance of winter plum blossoms was contained in this small space, floating there and there. Taking a sniff, one felt a sweet taste on the tongue.

A few winter plum petals, brushed off the branches by the wind, lay quietly at the snowman's feet.

Then the three of them bent down and each took out a small brush from their pockets.

The brushes were soft-bristled and were usually used to clean dust from furniture crevices, but they were now using them to gently brush away the snow from the snowmen of all sizes.

They brushed very carefully, removing snow from the snowmen's hats bit by bit.

When the red woolen hat reappeared, it was like a splash of vermilion suddenly applied to a snow-white canvas, so bright it made one's heart skip a beat.

The snow on the scarf was swept away, and the gray and red colors stood out against the white background.

The bow on the snowman's head was rearranged, and the ends of the gauze regained their fluffy curves, finally revealing the pink color once again.

One by one, the little animals were rescued from under the snow. The fallen ribbons were put back on and gently pressed tight with fingertips; the crooked silk flowers were straightened and the petals were neatly arranged.

Then it was placed directly on the base of the umbrella, arranged in several circles.

The snowmen stood quietly under the parasol, huddled together.

Red hats, red and gray scarves, and colorful silk flowers with bows—all the colors brightened up again, like fragments of a rainbow scattered across the white courtyard.

The heavy snow was still falling, and snowflakes drifted in from the edge of the umbrella, but they all fell a short distance away from the snowmen, without touching them at all.

From then on, the snowman was no longer harmed by the wind and snow, and it was as if it had a little home of its own.

Little Douzi looked at the large umbrella steadily supporting the snowman's head in the yard and let out a long breath.

The breath escaped from her mouth, condensed into a long white mist in the air, and then slowly dissipated and disappeared into the air.

The sunlight streaming through the window cast a clean, silvery-white glow on her face, making even her eyelashes sparkle.

She finally felt relieved, nestled back on the sofa, and pulled the cushion back into her arms.

The cushion was square, a size larger than her upper body, and printed on its surface was a Shiba Inu grinning, its two round eyes staring at her.

Xiao Douzi reached out and pressed on the Shiba Inu's nose, causing a small indentation that slowly bounced back after two seconds.

Then she rested her chin on it and continued watching "Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf".

In the TV show, Grey Wolf was once again knocked away by the combined efforts of the sheep from Sheep Village.

Its entire body traced a perfect parabola through the air, rotating 720 degrees before landing precisely in the pond next to it.

The animation of splashing blue water covered the entire screen, accompanied by an exaggerated "splash" sound effect.

"Hahaha—" Xiao Douzi laughed out loud, his shoulders shaking as he sank even deeper into the sofa.

Two feet wearing cream-colored puppy slippers dangled in mid-air, swaying gently.

Lin Ye continued reading the news, half of his body slumped in the sofa, his fingers occasionally swiping across the tablet to reply to a few messages. The light from the tablet reflected on his face, flickering between light and shadow.

The villa was dry and warm.

The heat from the underfloor heating rose evenly, sweeping across the surrounding walls. On one of the walls, a clock ticked softly, its second hand moving one tick at a time with a faint click.

In the corner of the living room, the humidifier, which the nanny had just turned on, was emitting fine mist.

The white mist, like a wisp of torn cloud, slowly rose, only to be dispersed by the heating halfway up and melt into the warmth of the entire room.

There's a faint scent in the air, from the essential oil dripping from the humidifier—a very light sweet orange fragrance with a slight astringency from the peel. Combined with the original floral and herbal scent, it smells even better.

The humidifier in the corner of the living room, which the nanny had just turned on, was emitting fine mist.

A warm and cozy atmosphere.

……

Big flames, Ancheng.

It's still raining.

Rain poured down densely from the leaden sky, as if someone had torn a hole in the sky and poured all the water down.

The entire blazing fire was enveloped in a gray-white rain curtain, blurring its outline and swallowing its sound.

The distant buildings were stripped of their sharp edges by the rain, leaving only a hazy, gray shadow, like watercolor paint that hadn't dried on a canvas, the colors slowly seeping outwards.

The sky was so dark that it was impossible to tell the time of day; it should have been daytime, but the light was as dim as dusk.

The heavy clouds overhead pressed down, making the distance between the sky and the earth seem so close that it felt like one could touch them.

Occasionally, a flash of lightning would appear deep in the clouds, illuminating the pattern of the quilt for a fleeting moment before fading back into darkness.

The thunder in the sky would occasionally merge into a deep, rumbling sound.

Rainwater pattered against the roof tiles of the dilapidated houses in Ancheng, then trickled down the grooves of the tiles.

When it reached the edge of the eaves, it gathered into streams of turbid water that crashed down from above, creating small pits of varying depths on the muddy ground.

The mud had long since lost its shape from being soaked in water, turning into a pool of brownish mud, with splashes of water erupting the moment the water jets hit the ground.

Mud splattered everywhere, hitting the wall and leaving a row of dense brown marks, which were then washed away by the rain.

The air in Ancheng's garbage alley was filled with an indescribable odor.

The earthy smell of mud, the sour stench of rotting garbage...

There's also the cool smell of the rain itself, a smell that should have made people feel better, but it mixes with other stench, permeating and blending together.

It turned into a completely new, indescribable taste that made your throat tighten.

It feels heavy in the nasal cavity, making you feel like there's something stuck in your throat with every breath.

However, Shu Jingwei is no longer in that garbage alley.