Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

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 weaker and the sky was brighter.

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

They complement each other, bleak and lonely.

Outside the yard, the woods that spread to the mountain were extremely barren.

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

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

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 a small stool, tiptoed, and put the dishes 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 and soft body seemed to have endless strength.

His fingers were red from the cold, and some were cracked.

He also seems to have no feeling, still earnestly clearing the snow.

Sweep the snow outside in the huge yard.

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

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

It stared at the young man who had been busy all day without stopping, and froze.

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

If it goes down, he has to boil water to wash its paws again.

Then there are a few more things to do.

He will only get more tired.

tsk...

The fox sat on the bed and flicked his tail.

Looking at the snow that has not been swept enough, I thought for a moment.

Then, it blew gently.

Outside the yard, the wind picked up.

The wind that had finally calmed down had a tendency to become bigger again.

The snow sweeping across the ground was violent and powerful.

The boy's sweeping movement stopped.

His face was pale and his eyes were dark.

Blown by the wind that came from nowhere, his hair was blown up, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Turning around, looking into the house from a distance.

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

With two pointed and fluffy ears hanging down, she lay limply on the bed.

It collapsed into a fluffy cake, obediently, not moving.

There is a sense of nothing to do with myself.

The boy stared intently.

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

He looked at the snow on the ground.

The snow has been blown to the corner by the strong wind that does not know where it came from.

Just right, right by the gate of the yard.

Neatly piled up into a small snow mountain.

The original ground was exposed, bare and dark brown.

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

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

With long and soft eyelashes hanging down, she trembled.

There was no expression on her soft, white face.

An eerie calm.

Then, he didn't say a word.

Put down the broom, take the basket, and fill the snow by the door.

Poured the snow into the woods outside the door.

Back and forth, moved several times.

After clearing the snow, he came in and closed the door.

"...Ugh?"

The fox lying on the bed raised its fluffy ears.

Look up and look at the boy in the yard.

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

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

His hand, which was cracked from the cold, touched it.

(End of this chapter)