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Liu Qingshu was already eighteen years old. If it weren't for the hardships of fleeing, he would have been married with children by now. But what was his situation? The Wang family was corrupt from top to bottom, leaving him feeling frustrated and adopting a similar sly look to that of the Wang family, making light-hearted jokes.
However, he inadvertently saw Liu Qingxi calmly leaving, and he couldn't help but sigh inwardly, lamenting that yet another good cabbage had been pushed by a pig.
After the commotion caused by the Wang family, the women of the village gave them a good beating, which finally made them behave. They couldn't even step outside.
Rarely, due to her newfound obedience, the Liu family enjoyed a peaceful life, except for her routine wails echoing through the house.
At first, the Qin family came over to check on things, but when they realized nothing was amiss, they became indifferent. The wolf had come too many times; eventually, everyone stopped taking it seriously.
Liu Qingxi was hardly affected by the shameless Wang family. That woman, with her unusual mindset, seemed to possess an innate confidence that everyone should revolve around her.
In the blink of an eye, more than ten days passed. Liu Qingyan visited the Yang family once in a while, while Er Zhuzi and others came to Qingxi's place intermittently for their studies, perfectly timing their visits.
Life passed quickly in its simplicity. Each time Liu Qingxi served as one of the instructors, helping Liu Qingyan entertain guests, it greatly honed his patience.
That morning, when he opened the door, a rush of cold air hit him. The ground was blanketed in white; snowflakes danced down from the sky, settling on distant rooftops, treetops, and the undulating mountains.
The snowflakes twirled like mischievous children, swirling and fluttering down onto the heads of early risers before vanishing in an instant. Other playful flakes soon followed suit, transforming the scene from black to silver in no time.
The ground was adorned in silver; the entire village lay buried beneath the heavy snowfall.
Taking a deep breath of fresh air instantly invigorated him. The vast expanse of white snow resembled a grand and magnificent painting.
It was snowing! Immersed in the beauty of the snowfall, Liu Qingxi finally uttered this simple phrase after a while.
Close your eyes and listen to the gentle sound of snowflakes falling; in the silence, only this wonderful sound remains, playing a beautiful melody.
"Oh, oh, oh! It's snowing! It's snowing!!!" The children's cheers and laughter come from afar, finally stopping at the door.
"Sister Qingxi, we came to find Yan to play!" Er Zhuzi's already dark face is now flushed red from the cold, his nose even redder, but the joy in his eyes cannot be hidden.
Inside, Liu Qingyan can't wait any longer. She puts on her clothes and hat and rushes out, saying, "Sister, I'm going to play!"
A group of Yan'er and Er Zhuzi disappears in an instant.
Shaking her head, she thinks about the first heavy snowfall of winter. It's rare for the children to be so happy; the adults naturally won't interfere much.
Getting up, after living in modern life for over twenty years, she recalls when she lived in the countryside. It often snowed in winter, and she would watch other children gather to build snowmen and have snowball fights, feeling envious.
But no one wanted to play with her; it was truly frustrating!
Later on, she gradually moved out to the big city. With climate change, snow became less frequent. Even when it did fall, it was just a thin layer that didn't give that knee-deep feeling. Building snowmen was impossible.
Unexpectedly arriving here and witnessing such a stunning scene makes her heart soar; suddenly, she feels an impulse to join the children in their play.
Closing the door behind her, she runs outside. A group of children is already having fun, running around in the snow. They fall down with a thud but don't feel any pain; they get back up and continue running.
Seeing the older Liu Qingxi eager to join in, the kids surround her without hesitation: "Sister Qingxi, do you want to play with us?"
"Sure! Can you all build a snowman?"
Er Zhuzi slurped up the snot from his nose and raised his hand to answer first, "I can do it! Last year, I built a really big snowman!"
He spread his arms wide, trying to form a large circle to describe his giant snowman.
The others, unwilling to be left behind, pushed forward one after another, "I can do it too! Mine is big and beautiful!"
Fearing that Liu Qingxi wouldn't believe him, Kid pulled at the person next to him, "Right? Mine is real, isn't it?"
Only Liu Qingyan pouted in silence. He had never seen such a large amount of snow. Before the escape, the Liu Family lived closer to the south where the temperature was mild. Even in winter, it wasn't cold enough for this kind of snow; such a large snowfall was rare.
Thus, he was more eager than anyone else, filled with curiosity about new experiences that filled his innocent heart.
"Sister, can you build a snowman? We've never done it!" he said with a frown and a pout, looking unhappy.
It was as if he felt regretful because others had something wonderful that he did not.
Liu Qingxi patted her head. She had always felt this regret and hoped Liu Qingyan could grow up happily and carefree, leaving behind beautiful memories of childhood.
"Of course I can! Let's build a big one at the entrance—big and tall, okay?"
Kid nodded vigorously, "It has to be really big—bigger than Er Zhu's brother's!"
Without hesitation, Liu Qingxi squatted down and first formed a snowball. Then she placed it on the ground and rolled it back and forth.
The thick layer of snow made it easier. Liu Qingyan followed her example and soon rolled two large snowballs.
Er Zhuzi and a few others helped out, occasionally bringing over some snow. "Sister Qingxi, we can help you! I can build a snowman!" he said proudly, patting his chest.
Everyone worked together, and the large Kid was busy in the snow. The falling snowflakes landed on him without him noticing, completely immersed in the joy of becoming one with the heavy snowfall.
Two large Snowballs were very heavy. Liu Qingxi bent down to lift one, but it wouldn't budge!
"Hahaha!" Er Zhuzi laughed uncontrollably. "Sister Qingxi, your snowball is too big; you can't lift it!"
With a sigh, Liu Qingxi awkwardly smiled, feeling embarrassed to face everyone after being mocked by so many little Children.
It was so embarrassing; greed truly was terrifying. What should she do now? Should she start over and make another one?
In the distance, a tall figure stood quietly, watching the children with a smile as they played in the lively scene.
He envied their carefree and joyful childhood.
As he watched intently, everyone suddenly stopped. He saw a girl struggling with a few kids, trying to lift a round Snowball, but failing repeatedly.
The boy slowly walked over. When he saw the girl's face flushed red from effort, his heart melted into a warm puddle, flowing through his limbs and gently enveloping her cold body.
"Let me help!" His voice was as Refreshing as ever. Upon hearing him, the children squatting on the ground with their faces covered in worry looked up!
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