It's snowing.

Snowflakes as big as goose feathers fell from the sky and fell to the ground, and the yard seemed to be covered with a white blanket.

Hanzhu had already returned from the village and lived in the chrysanthemum garden in Wukangbo Mansion. At this moment, she had someone put a copper charcoal stove in the main hall. The three sisters sat around the charcoal stove in warm clothes. She hugged Ah Xun, Ningzhu sat next to her, and enjoyed the snow while roasting the fire. Two black and strong puppies were lying comfortably beside each other, opening their eyes, closing their eyes, and occasionally opening their mouths to yawn.

"It's so heavy." Ningzhu sighed with emotion, holding the hand stove.

Hanzhu responded softly.

Since she can remember, Hanzhu has never seen such heavy snow. It will fall one or two in Hangzhou in winter. When the snow is light, it will fall on the ground like rain. It will quickly turn into water. Occasionally, heavy snow can accumulate and you can still step on water when you step on it. Now that I come to the capital, I truly understand the spectacular snow scene in the poem.

She and Ningzhu were southerners who had never seen a few heavy snowfalls, while Axun was only two years old, so the three of them could talk about snow together.

"Cousin Jia!" A crimson figure ran over at the gate of the courtyard. A Xun sat upright and pointed outside excitedly.

Ningzhu stared at what was in Zhou Wenjia's hand curiously, but unfortunately the snow was too heavy to see clearly.

Seeing that the figure broke through the heavy snow curtains and ran closer, Hanzhu sighed in her heart, still sitting in her arms with A Xun, not getting up.

Perhaps Fang's persuasion worked. Zhou Wenjia no longer always approached her in the past half month. When he met, he spoke and acted more like a cousin with good relationships. He only had mercy on his eyes and often stared at her out of sight. When he reached this point, Hanzhu really couldn't bear to not even meet him. He could only hope that after spending a long time together, Zhou Wenjia would take the initiative to calm down when he found that she had a completely different temper from the cousin he liked.

"Cousin Jia." Hanzhu greeted with a smile, with the same attitude as when she talked to Zhou Wenting, and then asked Ruyi to move a chair again.

She smiled calmly and gently, with no surprise in her eyes. Zhou Wenjia felt uncomfortable. Fortunately, she had been used to it for so many days. She happily sat down next to Ningzhu, and asked the two little ones with her hands behind her back, "Guess what good things I brought."

Ah Xun couldn't guess and looked behind his cousin.

Zhou Wenjia turned sideways and refused to show him, but asked Ningzhu here to look at it, and laughed and said, "It's a sweet potato!"

"Your eyes are pointed." Zhou Wenjia gently flicked Ningzhu's head, picked up the hook and plucked the charcoal fire, and buried the two young men's long sweet potatoes the size of fists in. "It will be ripe in a while, let's eat it. I'll eat one by myself, and my cousin and A Ning share one, how about it?"

He deliberately asked the Hanzhu sister seriously, but did not look at A Xun.

A Xun was anxious, "I want to eat sweet potatoes too!"

"I'll give you food, Cousin Jia will make you play with it." Hanzhu touched the little guy's head and coaxed her softly.

A Xun smiled with satisfaction.

Zhou Wenjia looked at the girl who was smiling gently in front of her and was fascinated.

In that situation just now, if she had been a cousin from the past, she would definitely glar at him and would not allow him to bully his younger brother. Now her cousin is gentle and has no eyebrows, but her slender bamboo-leaf eyebrows are fresher, and her cherry lips are naturally delicate and red, not too heavy. She looks like she has been dressed up and does not match her cousin's age.

The most different thing is that my cousin's eyes are like a rippling pool of autumn water, quiet and flexible.

He noticed that the boy stared intently, Hanzhu lowered his eyes and asked him chatting: "Don't you need to study today?"

She didn't say anything and just avoided it, but instead made him think about it even more. She got along with him openly, and he would understand one day.

Zhou Wenjia coughed and scratched his head and said, "It snowed heavily. Mr. has a few days off. I will wait until the snow stops before class."

He was lying at first sight, and Hanzhu smiled and did not expose him.

Zhou Wenjia is not used to sitting like this, and pinch Ah Xun’s fat face, "The sweet potato will be ripe later. I will build a snowman, will Ah Xun go?"

Ah Xun's eyes lit up and he looked up at his sister.

He was too young, and Hanzhu was worried about letting him go to the snow, so she said, "I will hold A Xun and watch Cousin Jia build snowmen at the door. When A Xun grows up, she will pile with Cousin Jia together, okay?"

Ah Xun pouted, not wanting to refuse his sister, nor wanting to stay in the house.

Hanzhu said again: "Axun listens to his sister, and later his sister asks Axun to eat a few more bites of sweet potatoes."

Ah Xun immediately smiled, looked at the charcoal furnace and said, "Okay!"

Ningzhu is a little girl, and she can't touch anything cold, Hanzhu still doesn't allow it, so Zhou Wenjia had to go to the yard to work by herself, but she stood at the door wearing a green fox fur cloak and looked at him. Under the snow-white fox fur, Zhou Wenjia's pretty face was like white peach blossoms with pink inside. Zhou Wenjia was full of energy. His mother was right, and he should be content if his cousin could wake up.

His snowman gradually became like this, and the main hall was filled with the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes. The most common food was that wealthy families didn't bother to set it on the dining table. At this moment, it was so fragrant that it made people greedy. Even the black and black braised man turned around the charcoal stove. His little paws tried to touch the charcoal stove, but was driven away by Ruyi with a smile.

"Sister, I'm hungry!" Ah Xun was so greedy that he drooled.

Hanzhu asked him to call Zhou Wenjia over.

Zhou Wenjia had already rolled up the snowman's head and was patting the snowman's body. When he heard Ah Xun yelling to eat sweet potatoes, he clapped his hands and stood up, saying aloud: "Okay, let's eat first, and then continue to pile it up after eating!" After saying that, he ran to the eaves of the house, stamped his feet, and rubbed his boots back and forth on the felt blanket at the door before entering the house, and then came in to help them dig sweet potatoes.

The two sweet potatoes were charred outside. Zhou Wenjia put them on a clean coarse cloth and rolled again and again. It was not so hot. He took a breath and picked up a sweet potato and broke it in half. As soon as the golden sweet potato meat was exposed, let alone Ah Xun Ningzhu and the two little greedy ghosts, Hanzhu swallowed quietly.

Ruyi held the plate and served by the side. Zhou Wenjia had almost peeled it. He pinched the last bit of skin and the sweet potato fell into the plate. Hanzhu Ningzhu divided half of the pearls, and Zhou Wenjia also divided the one in half. He peeled the half first and handed it to Hanzhu: "My cousin and A Xun, share more of it."

There was expectation and uneasiness in my eyes, and I was afraid that she would not want it.

Ah Xun wanted to eat, so he happily pushed the plate he was holding on the other side, wanting to pick it up.

Hanzhu had no choice but to take him, so she took it.

Zhou Wenjia had more glory in his eyes, and he smiled silly, and started eating. He was not as delicate as the girls. He grabbed the sweet potato and chewed it. The remaining sweet potato skin was touched by the corner of his mouth, and it was a piece of black.

A Xun giggled, and Zhou Wenjia suddenly pressed a handprint on his face. Zhou Wenjia deliberately teased him: "A Xun is so dark, so ugly! Si Xi quickly take a mirror to look at A Xun!"

Ah Xun was most afraid of being ugly, so he asked his sister in a hurry: "Is it ugly?"

Hanzhu shook her head with a smile: "It's not ugly at all." She continued to scoop sweet potatoes with a silver spoon, and didn't help Ah Xun's face for the time being. It was also quite interesting to play with it like this.

Ah Xun opened his mouth to pick up the sweet sweet potato, staring at Zhou Wenjia suspiciously with big eyes.

Ningzhu laughed secretly, Zhou Wenjia looked at her, and suddenly wiped her sister's face again.

"Ah!" Ningzhu screamed in surprise. She was not as easy to fool as Ah Xun. Knowing how funny this was, she quickly took out a veil and wiped her face hard. After wiping it a few times, she asked her sister, "Is there any?"

"Yes!" Ah Xun replied with a wicked smile, only knowing that others are ugly, and forgot that he hasn't wiped his face yet.

Ningzhu looked at Zhou Wenjia, staring at her with her eyes wide open, "Second brother bullying people!"

Zhou Wenjia looked righteous: "Who brother doesn't bully his sister? Bullying means that the second brother likes you, and he is lazy to deal with someone he doesn't like..." After saying that, he realized that this would easily lead to misunderstandings from his cousin, who was not bullied by him, so he hurriedly looked at Hanzhu, but saw her smiling at her sister. Zhou Wenjia didn't know where he got the courage, so he did not stop and took action quickly, and wiped Hanzhu's thin and white face with his index finger.

Hanzhu was shocked. When he came to his senses, he saw Ningzhu running after Zhou Wenjia. Zhou Wenjia thought Ningzhu was afraid of snow, so he hid in the house for a while and ran to the yard. However, he didn't know that Ningzhu had wanted to go to the snow for a long time. At this time, he took the opportunity to ignore his sister's persuasion and chased her out with the sweet potato peel.

Ah Xun was so lively that he jumped out of his sister's arms and walked to the door to watch his brother and sister making trouble.

Hanzhu shook his head, put down the plate, and signaled Ruyi to see Ah Xun not telling him to go out. She went to the inner room. There was a pot of hot water in the room. Hanzhu poured some water on the towel. He was afraid that he would not be able to wipe it clean, so he sat in front of the dressing mirror and wiped it carefully, and wiped his lips. After repairing some balm, Hanzhu took the towel and went outside. As soon as he stepped into the main hall, Ah Xun suddenly ran over from the door with a white face and hugged her thighs tightly, "The Marquis is here!"

But it was Chu Han who once taught him that he did not allow him to call him Daddy Chu Qing in private.

Hanzhu's face turned pale and froze there, and she didn't know what to do for a moment. She was afraid of Chu Qing, afraid of the man who liked concubines and killed his wife, and afraid of Chu Qing's recognition at first glance that she was not his daughter, and afraid of possible consequences.

Outside the door was the creaking footsteps of his boots stepping on the snow. Hanzhu heard Fang's reprimand. The next moment, the door suddenly became dark, and then a man in armor came in.

Hanzhu's eyes were fixed on the snow-stained boots, his body was stiff and he didn't dare to look up. Ah Xun hid behind his sister, holding his sister's skirt tightly with his little hands, staring at the lavender orchid leaves on his sister's skirt, motionless, as if he was still, and his bad and fierce father would not see him.

Chu Qingze stopped at the door, staring at the eldest daughter who was a few steps away.

I haven't seen her for nearly a year. My daughter has grown taller and looks better. She is still so thin, and she looks like the wind blows. Looking at her white face and standing stiffly, Chu Qing squinted her eyes slightly.

When my daughter saw him, her face was cold and her eyes were filled with hatred, as if he was not her father, but her father-killing enemy. If the father and daughter accidentally bumped into him, the daughter would change lanes from afar. If he had something to look for her, the daughter would sneer and ask him what he had come to do.

At this moment, my daughter didn't look like the hedgehog covered with thorns? She was obviously a frightened rabbit and didn't dare to look at him.

Don't you really remember it?

Chu Qing strode over.

Fang wanted to keep up, but Zhou Yin shook his head to stop her. Fang also knew that it was useless to go in, so she stood by the door with her husband. Compared with her husband's helplessness, she was even more worried and looked at Chu Qing resting in front of Hanzhu and blocking the figures of her brother and brother.

Behind the couple, Zhou Wenjia wanted to come in, but was stopped by Zhou Wenting. Ningzhu was led by his elder brother, looking inside through the gap between his elders.

"Do you recognize me?" Chu Qing looked down at her daughter.

Hanzhu's heart thumped.

Later, Axun hugged her tighter, thinking that she had to protect her younger brother, and thinking of her sister in the yard, Hanzhu mustered up her courage to raise her head, and finally saw clearly the man she would call her father in the future.

I saw it clearly and was stunned again.

Fang said that Ah Xun looked like his father. After listening to Fang's description of Chu Qing, Hanzhu knew that Chu Qing had outstanding appearance, but Hanzhu had seen many outstanding men. Her father was gentle and humble. Although he coughed all year round, his face was undoubtedly handsome. Just looking at his appearance, Gu Heng was also a handsome young man. Zhou Wenting's brothers here were gentle and elegant, and the other was cheerful and love to laugh. They each had their own advantages, not to mention Cheng Yu's cold and banished immortals.

But they are not as good as Chu Qing. Even if Chu Qing has a shallow and slender scar on her left face and several men stand together, Chu Qing is still the most eye-catching. In terms of handsomeness, Cheng Yu may be able to compete with Chu Qing, but...

A little inferior in temperament.

Chu Qing, who is over 30 years old, is taller than Cheng Yu and has wider shoulders than Cheng Yu. Standing in front of her is like a mountain, she can't even have the idea of ​​avoiding her. Chu Qing's coldness is different from Cheng Yu. Cheng Yu's domineeringness is reflected in her behavior. When she doesn't speak, she is so cold that she keeps people from thousands of miles away. Chu Qing's cold and domineeringness is written on her face, and she clearly tells others not to go against him.

Chu Qing looked at her patiently, and when she withdrew her gaze, he asked again, "Do you still remember?"

Hanzhu shook his head, pinched the towel in his hand, and whispered: "I don't remember."

Chu Qing was not surprised, because her daughter just looked at him, just looking at a stranger. He didn't deal with her daughter much, but he knew her daughter's temper very well, and all her thoughts were written on her face, just to pretend to be a fool, she didn't have that deep scheming and didn't have such perfect ability to deceive others.

"Do you know who I am?"

Hanzhu bit her lip without pretending to be confused, and looked at the armor on the man and said, "Father."

Although he is not the most intimate father, the word "father" is also the first time his daughter calls him after his wife died.

Chu Qing couldn't tell what he felt. He glanced at the people gathered at the door and walked in. When he went in, he saw his younger son holding his sister's thigh and evading him. Chu Qing wanted to catch him, and remembered the time when he set out to Liaodong at the beginning of the year, but he scared Ah Xun to cry. He didn't want Zhou Yin and his wife to talk nonsense. Chu Qing ignored his younger son for the time being and ordered Hanzhu to go in with him.

The curtain of the door fell behind him, and Hanzhu looked at Fang instinctively.

Fang nodded encouragemently, no matter how soon or later, this step must be taken.

There was no way out, Hanzhu squatted down, helped Ah Xun wipe off the black handprints on his face, and comforted him in a low voice, "Ah Xun is not afraid, my sister is here."

Ah Xun said nothing and just threw herself into his sister's arms.

Hanzhu patted his little shoulder and handed the towel to Ruyi to hold it. She took a deep breath and led A Xun into the house.
To be continued...