Celebrity House [Anna]

Coats, scarves, hats, earmuffs, leather gloves...

Seryozha, who was wrapped into a rice dumpling, was very unhappy.

He looked up to say something, but after seeing his father also wearing a serious overcoat and leather gloves, he couldn't say anything.

Anna smiled and watched the pair of Russian blue-eyed bears and their sons walk out of the house. She wrapped herself up warmly, with a lot of mink fur coats, neckers and hats.

In the back garden, Anna was sitting on an open corridor chair, with steaming black tea and milk on the white tabletop.

Karenin did not take Seryozha very far, just by the promenade.

Anna originally thought that she would see a happy scene of a father and son having a snowball fight. For a serious person like Karenin, if he could fully participate in it, he might be more lively, but the truth is, she seemed to be admiring the scene. A quiet painting, two Russian grandfathers are slowly building a snowman.

Karenin never did such a thing.

Of course he knew what a snowball fight was, and he also knew that some commoner families would build a snowman outside their house with buckets, carrots, sticks, etc. He had studied it, but he never imagined that one day he would have to do it himself.

Standing in the thick snow in Russia is not for going to the government affairs hall, but for "playing", which he feels is too strange.

Karenin had no such fun in his childhood. He lost his parents and grew up with an uncle. Neither the latter nor Karenin's older brother, who passed away young, were the kind of fun-loving people. He never felt that there was anything wrong with it.

He worked step by step, got married, had a son, and he never encountered any difficult problems whether he became a husband or a father, but even Karenin, who was obsessed with work, could find that Sergei high.

"If you feel cold, you should go to the house and warm yourself, Seryozha," said Karenin.

"Oh."

His son nodded, and then, after rolling another snowball, told him that he thought they could call it a day.

"Thank you, father." Seryozha said politely. He subconsciously wanted to pat the snowflakes on his body, but found that after playing statically, this was an unnecessary thing to do.

"You're welcome, son." Karenin replied dryly. Apart from this, he really couldn't think of any better dialogue. Go in a good direction.

Seryozha walked forward, and Anna could clearly see that his face was a little puffy.

She rolled her eyes, then got up with some regret, and bid farewell to her comfortable seat.

At this moment, Seryozha, who was dressed like a little bear, suddenly fell down after walking a few steps.

Karenin went up and lifted Seryozha out of the snow.

Seryozha's face was covered with snowflakes, his eyelashes were turning white, and his nose was red, half frozen, half uncomfortable and disappointed.

"Are you hurt? Seryozha." Karenin asked, frowning.

"I..." Seryozha wanted to answer, but his mother came up to him and wiped the snow from his face with warm hands.

"He's overdressed, Alex, and believe me, if the grounds in the garden could talk, they'd sue," Anna joked.

"Come on, don't wear so many if you want to play snowball fights." Anna removed some unnecessary protective measures for Seryozha.

Karenin wanted to stop her: "Anna, I think this is necessary, you know the wind chill..."

"Don't be so serious, Alex."

Anna knew how well-behaved the man in front of her was. It was obviously not a wise choice to argue with him, so she walked up to him and forcibly took off Karenin's gloves.

Karenin felt very unaccustomed to exposing his bare hands to the cold air.

Anna smiled and said: "Dear Alex, I have to go with Seryozha, and from a fair point of view, I think it makes perfect sense."

Karenin suddenly discovered that his wife was a sophist who was very good at debating, and soon, a handful of cold snow was stuffed into his neck.

Karenin woke up in an instant, but only saw the back of his wife running away quickly holding Seryozha.

Anna looked at the man who was still a little shocked and stunned, and couldn't help laughing. After she put Seryozha behind her, she quickly picked up another snowball, wanting to come back while Karenin was still in a daze. Once, but when she threw it, the man quickly dodged it.

Karenin is used to avoiding the enemy's sharp swords and dark arrows in politics. It is one of his instincts to avoid risks. Throwing snowballs probably counts in it.

He kept himself as low as possible.

Although Karenin has almost never played snowball fights, he is still a civil servant, but he knows that any battle is nothing more than six words-attack or avoid.

"Mom, you stuffed the snowball into Dad's collar!" said Seryozha in shock.

"Unfortunately, only once." Anna joked.

Seryozha suddenly looked at his mother with reverent eyes.

"Come on, Seryozha, we need enough ammunition." Anna patted Seryozha's arm, and the latter responded happily, making a lot of "ammunition" with his fleshy hands.

The snow dumpling danced in mid-air, intertwined into a silver thread.

Although Karenin was a novice, his strength should not be underestimated. In the end, their clothes were somewhat wet from the snow. This was completely different from what Karenin had imagined before, but now no one cared about the wind and cold anymore.

Anna and Seryozha carefully observed the enemy ahead, but Karenin seemed determined to hide, and only a little hat could be seen.

This may be a tactic.

If Anna couldn't help but want to sneak up on her, she might be caught by Karenin.

While Anna was hesitating, she suddenly felt a chill approaching her. She turned around abruptly, and saw Karenin hugging Seryozha with one hand and covering his mouth with the other on the "trench" where they were hiding.

"The hostage is in my hands, Anna."

Maybe the government official wasn't speaking in a triumphant tone, but was stating the facts, but Anna just felt that Karenin was absolutely delighted.

"Oh," she said, then took a deep breath, stood up and tried to shove a snowball into Karenin's collar.

"This is a foul." Karenin evaded in time, only a little snow hit his neck, he said with a frown.

"Until the last moment, who knows, Alex." Anna said innocently, then suddenly hugged Seryozha back, and fled back into the house amidst Seryozha's giggles, leaving Next, Karenin cleaned up the snow stains there.

Karenin looked at the messy back garden, and then at himself who was a little wet. He frowned, not understanding how he could do this.

But, picking up his own and Seryosha's gloves, he thought as he walked: Maybe snowball fights do have a mystical value.

I washed my hands, changed into thick clothes, and drank a bowl of ginger soup.

The father and son's first "play" time came to an end.

Before dinner, Karenin took the time to check Seryozha's French lessons. Seryozha's answer was very good, which made him very satisfied, and, like a crooked private who finally stood in the right position, Karenin Lenin felt that the previous sense of disobedience had finally been corrected, so he didn't care so much about the previous incident.

The things on the snow were classified as "unimportant" by Karenin, and then they were put into the unimportant area of ​​his mind, and he began to devote himself to his government affairs again.As for Seryozha, without his mother's help, he would have directly blacklisted this matter in his mind.

Fortunately, Anna joined in very timely.

"Ma'am, the young master hopes that you can go over there for a while." After Anna took a bath, Yunina came over and said.

"I see."