Chapter 1957 Tribulation (31)

After lunch, the snow just fell and stopped.

Although the sky was still gray, the wind blowing from the mountains was much lighter and the sky was getting brighter.

It's white, the snow reflects the sky, and the sky reflects the snow.

Set against each other, they are desolate and lonely.

Outside the yard, the woods that spread to the mountains were extremely deserted.

Covered by heavy snow, the treetops were bare, without leaves, only the branches were covered with frost.

Frost hangs from above in the shape of an ice pick.

Crystal clear and cold, like a natural gemstone necklace, it can reflect the color of the sky.

In the yard, the boy washed the dishes, then stepped on the small stool and tiptoed, and placed the bowls on the high cabinet.

After doing all this, he picked up the broom and swept the snow in the yard without stopping.

"rustle--"

His small, soft body seemed to have endless strength.

The fingers were red from the cold and slightly cracked.

He seemed to have no feeling and was still sweeping the snow seriously.

Sweep the snow from the huge yard outside.

The fox stayed in the house, and the door of the house was open. It could see the figure of the boy in the yard.

It's cold outside, and the location here is not good, always facing the wind, so the temperature is always a few degrees lower than in the small town.

It looked at the young man who had been busy all day and never stopped, and condensed.

Think about it, but don't want to cause trouble to him.

If it went down, he would have to boil water to wash its paws.

There will be many more things to do then.

He will only get more tired.

Tsk…

The fox sat on the bed and flicked his tail.

I looked at the snow that had not been swept half enough, and thought for a moment.

Then it blew lightly.

Outside the yard, the wind picked up.

The wind, which had finally calmed down, had a tendency to get stronger again.

The snow sweeping across the ground was fierce and powerful.

The boy's sweeping movements stopped.

His face was pale and his eyes were dark.

He narrowed his eyes slightly as he was blown by the wind that came up from nowhere and raised the tips of his hair.

Turning around, he looked into the house from a distance.

The fox on the bed in the house immediately lay down.

Two pointed, fluffy ears were hanging down, lying softly on the bed.

It collapsed into a fluffy cake, obediently and motionless.

There is a feeling that it has nothing to do with you.

The young man stared intently.

He stared for a few seconds, then lowered his eyes.

He looked at the snow on the ground.

The snow had been blown to the corner by the strong wind that came from nowhere.

Just right, right next to the courtyard gate.

Neatly piled up into a small snow mountain.

The original ground was exposed, bare and dark brown.

There is no dazzling white on it, it is blown clean by the wind, just right.

The young man watched quietly, his little hand holding the broom tightening slightly.

The long and soft eyelashes were hanging down and trembling.

There was no expression on the soft white face.

Eerily peaceful.

After that, he didn't say a word.

Put down the broom, take the basket, and fill it with snow next to the door.

Pour the snow into the woods outside the door.

Back and forth, moved several times.

After cleaning up the remaining snow, he came in and closed the door.

"...Wu?"

The fox lying on the bed raised its fluffy ears.

He looked up and looked at the young man in the yard.

The boy drew water from the well and wanted to wash his hands.

The well water is warm, warm and warm, as if it has been exposed to the sun all day long.

His hands, which were slightly cracked by the cold, touched.