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The young boy had snow-white skin, dressed in white clothes that seemed to blend seamlessly with the snow. If he did not speak, one would hardly sense his presence.
Without waiting for the girl to respond, the boy walked to the other side of the Snowball. With a strong effort, the Snowball, which had remained immovable despite his earlier attempts, was effortlessly lifted in front of Liu Qingxi's astonished gaze.
"Oh wow! Brother Yang is amazing! Come on, keep it up!"
"Sister Qingxi, you can do it!" Several children clapped their hands and jumped around, cheering him on.
In the blink of an eye, half of the previously troublesome snowman was lifted onto the larger half.
"Yang Yichen, it's you! Thank you!"
"Don't mention it. I heard the commotion over here and thought I'd join in. Count me in!"
"Great! Great! Brother Yang is awesome, keep going!"
The children called out affectionately, all because Yang Yichen often visited the Village and frequently sought out Liu Qingyan, gradually becoming familiar with everyone.
Moreover, as he was an indirect teacher, the children felt both close to him and admired him. With such strength, he was indeed a strong man.
Boys naturally idolize strong figures, and Yang Yichen had become their idol.
Clapping her hands, Liu Qingxi turned around and surveyed the area; the main construction was complete. What remained were the decorative elements—no snowman would be complete without a nose, eyes, and mouth.
"Wait here!" Liu Qingxi quickly returned to the yard and pulled out two large pieces of charcoal from the stove, shaping them into round balls against the wall.
She pressed them firmly onto the snowman's head. The round black eyes instantly made the adorable snowman even cuter.
For the nose and mouth, everyone brainstormed and found suitable alternatives: a red nose and mouth paired with black eyes. At first glance, the tall and sturdy snowman smiled at everyone with its silly yet charming appearance.
"Wow! It looks great!" Cheers erupted as neighbors came over to watch, and more and more children gathered around.
Liu Qingxi returned to the house and found a piece of fabric from an old garment, wrapping it around the snowman's neck. It resembled a scarf with red stripes, bringing a touch of warmth in the vast whiteness.
In the end, someone placed an old straw hat on the snowman, instantly transforming it from a rosy figure into one with a farmer's charm, even though the style of the hat was somewhat mismatched.
From this angle, it looked like a cute girl who had stolen her grandfather's hat.
The nearly two-meter-tall snowman stood steadfastly at Liu Qingxi's doorstep, like a diligent guardian, preventing anyone from wandering in carelessly.
The siblings were very pleased with their labor's results; not bad at all!
As time passed, laughter and play consumed their energy. With rumbling stomachs, the children each patted their bottoms and headed home. Liu Qingxi also needed to start cooking!
However, as she cooked, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.
It felt as if a childhood memory from a past life was being filled to the brim at that moment, leaving no gaps whatsoever.
At this point, it was time for hibernation. Looking down from above, there were no signs of life between the villages.
The deep snow reached up to their calves, blocking paths for people.
The village was much improved as everyone cleared the snow in front of their doors, creating narrow paths for single-file passage.
But before long, those paths were buried again by the continuously falling snowflakes, leaving only deep tracks behind.
The cycle of clearing continued; it was part of the fun of cold winter days!
After dinner, Liu Qingxi still felt unsatisfied. Just one snowman wasn't enough to satisfy her playful heart like that of a child. However, there were only a few ways to play in this area.
Farmers wore fewer clothes and were afraid of getting wet without anything to change into, so snowball fights were rarely played.
Building a snowman is fine; you can just brush off the snowflakes, and it doesn't melt much, so your clothes won't get wet. It's a playtime activity that parents generally approve of.
After dinner, Liu Qingxi stared blankly at the still-falling heavy snow, which was as big as goose feathers.
Inside the house, Yang Yichen and Liu Qingyan sat across from each other, explaining the latest knowledge to him.
"Yang Yichen, when will this snow stop?" The snow was piling up to her calves; if it continued like this, they wouldn't even be able to get out the door!
"The snow here can come down heavily, but don't worry. I estimate it should stop by tomorrow. Every winter has a few heavy snowfalls; there's no need to fret!" Yang Yichen seemed to sense her inner anxiety.
With a reassuring answer, Liu Qingxi finally felt relieved.
Knowing that the snow would stop lightened her heart, and fun ideas began to emerge. With so much snow, wouldn't it be a waste not to go sledding?
However, without any sledding equipment, Liu Qingxi remembered how the neighbor's kids played without sleds and still had a great time.
Her new proposal received enthusiastic approval from Liu Qingyan.
"If you want to play, come help!" After saying this, she pushed open the door and stepped outside, undeterred by the still-falling snowflakes.
Finding a slope, Liu Qingxi carefully made her way down, using her thick winter boots to stomp on the snow. Liu Qingyan and Yang Yichen followed suit to help.
Once the snow was packed down firmly, Liu Qingxi went home to fetch a basin of water. To Liu Qingyan's astonished expression with her mouth slightly agape, she splashed it down. Then she brought two more basins until the water was evenly distributed.
"Sister, how do we play this?"
"You'll find out tomorrow!" Liu Qingxi awaited the freezing of the splashed water; by tomorrow, that slope would be covered with a thick layer of ice—solid and smooth.
This was a game that children often played in her past life. Most of the time, parents would help out too. Any family with a complete ice path in front of their house would definitely be popular among children.
Liu Qingxi observed the temperature of this era and, without waiting for a second, it froze solid by the afternoon.
As Yang Yichen mentioned, the snowflakes gradually changed, no longer resembling the large goose feathers of the morning.
Finally, a sigh of relief escaped; if it had snowed all night like it did in the morning, there would be no need to go out tomorrow. The door inside the house would be completely blocked by thick snow, burying half the height of the house.
After clearing away the new snow on top, a smooth, reflective ice path was revealed beneath. Due to the pure white snowflakes, the ice path reflected a cold light.
Standing nearby, she tested it cautiously but almost lost her balance. Fortunately, a hand from behind caught her just in time. Liu Qingxi patted her racing heart in fear.
"Qingxi, be careful. It's so slippery; can you really play?" Yang Yichen's eyes revealed a tenderness and concern he wasn't even aware of.
"It's fine, it's fine! This is how we have fun! Besides, this slope isn't high; I won't get hurt if I fall!" She sat down carefully and slid down once, and it felt pretty good.
With a bit more courage for the second attempt, she decided to stand up!
With a running start, the girl kept her body upright to maintain her balance.
In an instant, she shot forward.
Ah! Ah ah! The screams continued!
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