Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

"Hmm...I don't know either."

Song Tingran fell asleep all afternoon and was woken up by Wen Ci and Wen Li.

"Of course I'm eating delicious food!" Wen Li said.

"Is there any mutton? Dad Liu."

Song Can simply loves mutton. Whenever he hears something delicious, he will think of wonderful mutton.

"It really does!"

The family walked back quickly and washed their hands and had dinner when they got home.

In winter, there are almost no customers in the embroidery workshop after evening, but the resort is still very lively.

Li Zhuangzhuang and Zhu Yuan have already returned home. Han Congxing and the others are also cleaning up. Once they are done, they can go upstairs to rest, which is considered their free time.

knock knock knock.

There was a knock on the door of the embroidery workshop.

"Is there anyone knocking on the door? Is the shopkeeper here?" Han Congxing immediately put down his broom and went to open the door.

It's not the shopkeeper or the customer at all, but Qin Gen'er.

"Miss Qin?" Han Congxing looked inside, and everyone in the lobby also saw Qin Gen'er coming.

It was indeed a bit awkward at this time. All the young men living here were young men, but Qin Gener knew everyone. Han Congxing thought about it and invited him in to talk.

Qin Gen'er stood a little nervous outside the door. She didn't want to come in at all, so she quickly refused and explained by the way: "I came to see Luo Mingyue, just to say a few words."

Han Congxing walked into the lobby, and soon Luo Mingyue walked to the door of the embroidery workshop. The two of them were talking through the door of the embroidery workshop.

No one went out, no one came in, and there were still people in the lobby of the embroidery workshop.

"Luo Mingyue, the Chinese New Year is coming soon. I haven't been able to work recently. Are you free tomorrow? I'll take you to the town to play." Qin Gen'er knows how to work. He doesn't have any chance to talk to other young men on weekdays. Very rarely, now she is even more nervous than Luo Mingyue.

"No, thank you for your kindness. My family hasn't replied to me yet."

"Well, it takes time to write a letter there, and it takes time to come back."

"Ah."

The atmosphere between the two of them talking was a little awkward. No one was looking at the other, and the door of the embroidery workshop could be seen through.

After a long time, Qin Gen'er plucked up the courage again and said, "If you don't want to go to the town, then I will take you to the resort. It's close."

"It's not about the distance, it's because my family hasn't replied to my letter yet."

"Oh."

Luo Mingyue was confused. Qin Gen'er also wanted to talk to him alone, but had no other intention.

Then it’s the Chinese New Year and I want to buy him something, that’s all.

Liu Bai was at the window on the second floor, looking down and having a panoramic view of everything.

He smiled at himself, half-leaning on the chair with his legs crossed, tapping the armrests of the chair with his fingers, thinking about everything.

Han Congxing and Anfu had already packed up the embroidery workshop, but Luo Mingyue and Qin Gen'er at the door had not yet said a few words.

"Then let me know when the letter comes from your home."

"Okay." Luo Mingyue has been waiting for this day. He can see the person in front of him and knows that he will not be deceived this time.

"It is said that there has been heavy snow in the past few days, and my reading school has also been suspended. If you go out, be careful."

Luo Mingyue just hummed, and Qin Gen'er also hummed, and then prepared to leave, looking a little disappointed.

"You, you too." Luo Mingyue added to Qin Gen'er's back as he walked out two or three steps.

Qin Gen'er was happy and turned around, "Okay, go back and have a good rest. I'm leaving."

"Ah."

Luo Mingyue quickly closed the door, and Qin Gener disappeared into the night.

The divination master was really accurate. That night, there was a blizzard.

Silent blizzard.

The next morning, the snow hadn't stopped yet. Song Tingran didn't even push the door open. She pushed it together with Changyuqiao, and finally opened a gap.

Good guy, this is a once-in-a-hundred-year snowfall, with a height of half a meter deep. .

"My wife, it hadn't snowed yet before going to bed yesterday. Why is there heavy snow blocking the door?"

"The last time I saw such heavy snow, it was in a documentary. I didn't expect to see it for real. Fortunately, there was no wind, otherwise some places with low foundations would have been submerged by snow."

Chang Yuqiao and Song Tingran pushed the door hard together. They needed to go out first to see the children.

Fortunately, although the snow was thick, it was also loose, and the door was pushed open more than half smoothly, enough for people to get out.

"Do you know where our shovels are?"

"Well, it's in the storage room in the field." Chang Yuqiao pointed to the location in the field.

Song Tingran asked Chang Yuqiao to wait here. She slowly went over to get it. He took her arm and said, "My wife, it's better for me to get it. You wait here."

"No, you are not in good health. If your shoes get wet when you walk here, you might get sick. Be good and wait for me here."

The two of them were arguing, both wanting to go to the field to get a shovel and come back to clear the snow.

There was snow splashing around the corner of the dark kitchen, and it seemed like someone was there.

"My wife, I'm here to save you." Xiao Yuchen was swinging a shovel, his face was red, and he was not wearing a cloak.

"Yu Chen? Where did you get the shovel? Slow down, don't be in a hurry."

Song Tingran did not see any footprints leading to the fields.

Xiao Yuchen straightened up and wiped his sweat, "I'll leave in my room."

He first only cleared a path that could be passed by, so that he didn't have to walk in the snow, all the way to the door of the main house.

Song Tingran felt that it looked like a maze made of snow, and this one felt like a palace corridor.

Xiao Yuchen worked harder and harder, "My wife, don't worry, I will be at your place soon."

I feel bad, Song Tingran really feels bad, he works without risking his life, he always pays without hesitation and stupidly.

Her eyes turned red.

After completing the last step of the path, Song Tingran immediately hugged Xiao Yuchen, hugged his neck and kissed him, then took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his forehead.

Xiao Yuchen was dumbfounded, but he saw that Changyu Bridge was still here.

"My wife, why are you crying? I came too late and you are anxious."

"It's not too late. You go inside and have a rest. Qiao and I will do the rest."

"It's okay, I'm not tired."

Song Tingran snatched the shovel from his hand, threw it aside, and pulled Xiao Yuchen to enter the main house. Chang Yuqiao also helped.

"Your sleeves are wet, and you still say you're not tired?" Song Tingran took off his outer clothes, but fortunately they weren't wet inside.

"Second brother, just rest here and teach us the rest. We will make ginger soup for you later, but be sure not to catch the cold."

"Yes, Qiao is right. I am ordering you, not discussing with you. Yuchen, you are lying in the room now, do you understand?"

Xiao Yuchen nodded in embarrassment, and Song Tingran stretched out his hand with satisfaction. He immediately lowered his head and let her touch it.

The door to the main house was closed.

"I figured that Yu Chen should have come out of his house and came here directly. The bastards all live upstairs. It doesn't matter. Let's go to the field to get the shovel first."

"Okay." Chang Yuqiao would not let Song Tingran Qingxue, he started to do it directly.