: Eight hundred and seventy-seven piles of Taigong snowmen

: Eight hundred and seventy-seven piles of Taigong snowmen

The weather is getting colder and colder. The first snow fell in Dongping City. The sanitation workers and enthusiastic people on the road shoveled the snow together. sweat.

Shen Jiaxing and the neighbors spontaneously went to shovel the snow in the alley. There are too many old men and women in the alley. They have to go out every day to buy vegetables and exercise. If they fall, it is not a trivial matter.

Shen Jiao didn't go to work today, and led Yuan Yuan Zhuang Zhuang to build a snowman in the yard. The little guys were not afraid of the cold at all. They rolled around on the snow, and their fat claws and nose were red from freezing.

"Mom, Dui Taigong!"

Zhuangzhuang tore out a gray scarf from the room, rolled out, and kept wrapping the towel around the snowman, but his calf was short, and it was always a little worse.

Shen Jiao looked amused and wanted to help her younger son, but Zhuang Zhuang's little temper came up, stomped her feet angrily, and looked around, a group of sparrows were pecking on the snow on the rice that Shen Jiao sprinkled in the morning.

These sparrows were brought by the little sparrow last time. When the weather is cold, the food for the sparrows is even more scarce. Many sparrows can't survive the winter. Shen Jiao sprinkles some rice at the door of the house every day, hoping to help these little birds survive. through the harsh winter.

Zhuang Zhuang shouted at the sparrows a few times, the voice was vague, Shen Jiao couldn't understand a single syllable, but she knew that Zhuang Zhuang should be talking to the sparrows, and sure enough, the sparrows that were pecking flew towards Zhuang Zhuang, twittering. shouted.

The little guy pointed at the scarf and shouted a few more times. The sparrows flew towards the scarf, and the sharp beak picked up the scarf, but the scarf was too heavy, and such a group of sparrows only dragged the scarf slightly.

Shen Jiao was interested, so she stood by and watched, but to see how the younger son would hang up the scarf. After a few words, the little sparrow chirped a few times, and flew away after a few stuns.

Not long after, a large flock of sparrows gathered in the sky above the yard, chirping incessantly, and occasionally a few drops of bird droppings fell. Shen Jiao hurriedly took a few steps back, she didn't want to get a head of bird droppings.

Zhuang Zhuang waved to the sparrows, and the large group of sparrows flew to the scarves in an orderly manner. Each sparrow took up a scarf. After a while, Shen Jiaxing's scarf was full of sparrows.

The corners of Shen Jiao's mouth twitched. This scarf is the old man's favorite, and it is worn every day. Today, because I have to shovel snow, I put it at home.

This time it's good, it's all covered with bird droppings, what should the old man wear?

The number of people is strong, and the strength of the sparrows is naturally not small. With the efforts of this large group of sparrows, Shen Jiaxing's scarf was lifted up, and under the command of Zhuangzhuang Children's Shoes, it was wrapped around in circles. Snowman neck.

"Mom, Grandpa!"

Zhuang Zhuang patted his fat paw happily, pointed at the snowman and shouted at Shen Jiao, who raised her thumb to her younger son: "Zhuang Zhuang is awesome!"

"Meat, eat meat!"

Zhuang Zhuang, who was praised, immediately asked for it. He didn't want to eat radishes at all, not even half a piece, but his mother always let him eat radishes, so sad!

Shen Jiao immediately restrained her smile: "Zhuangzhuang who doesn't eat radishes is not good at all. Mom doesn't like it anymore!"

Zhuangzhuang's little face collapsed immediately, and his eyes lost their luster. He looked at the sparrow around him in frustration. The little sparrow flew to his shoulder and chirped at him a few times. Zhuangzhuang immediately patted his little chest, Shouting: "Enjoy yourselves!"

"Mom, Birdie is hungry!"

Zhuangzhuang forgot about the meat and asked for welfare for his new friend. The little bird came to help him specially. He couldn't even not entertain a meal, so he didn't know the etiquette.

Seeing that her son was no longer struggling with the flesh, Shen Jiao breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly, "Mom will go get the rice, Zhuangzhuang and brother will feed them together, okay?"

"Okay!"

Yuanyuan Zhuangzhuang clapped her little hands, Shen Jiao came out with a pot of rice, grabbed a large amount for the little guy, Yuanyuan Zhuangzhuang spilled all the rice without thinking, the sparrows fluttered their wings excitedly. , pecking up on the snow.

Shen Jiao was moved when she saw the scene in front of her. She put the basin on the table and trotted back to get the camera. She had to take a picture of this rare scene and keep it as a souvenir.

The film in the camera has not been used up. Since Yuanyuan Zhuangzhuang was born, Shen Jiao will often take pictures of the little guys and write a journal to record the little guy's growth story. It may not be interesting at the time, but after a while Look, Shen Jiao and Han Qixiu would laugh until their stomachs hurt every time.

I took a picture of my son, and the sparrows were full. They flew away in twos and threes. Only a small group of sparrows remained in the yard. This group of sparrows lived at home, probably because the Han family had Eat, drink and have fun!

Shen Jiaxing came back in a single coat with a shovel, walking like a fly, with white air above his head, and he was very energetic. As soon as he entered the yard, he shouted, "It's really nice to be sweating, Jiaojiao, bring me a cup of tea Thirsty!"

Shen Jiao hurriedly poured a pot of hot tea out of the room. Shen Jiaxing disliked the tea being too hot: "Why don't you pour cold tea? It's even hotter when it's so hot!"

"It's winter now, you still want to drink cold tea, and you want to have a stomachache!"

Shen Jiao glanced angrily, took the coat from the old man's hand and put it on him. Just after sweating and the wind blowing, he could get typhoid fever 100%. The old man is old, but he can't get sick!

"Grandpa, you should be a little more conscious, don't you put on your clothes when you do your work? If you get sick, you will suffer yourself, and you will have to infect Yuanyuanzhuangzhuang!"

Shen Jiao deliberately mentioned the little guy, and if she didn't mention the little guy, the old man wouldn't take it to heart. As expected, Shen Jiaxing patted his forehead angrily, blaming himself: "Look at my memory, I will definitely keep it in my heart in the future!"

The old man finished drinking a pot of hot tea, put on his coat, and put on a hat. He was so tightly dressed that he couldn't see through the wind at all. He rolled his eyes and ran to the snowman and tore off his scarf. He dragged over and shouted, "Grandpa, scarf."

"Thank you Yuanyuan, oh, my great-grandson is smart and filial, no one can compare!"

The chrysanthemums on Shen Jiaxing's face were so happy, her eyes were squinted into slits, she happily took the scarf, and wrapped it around her neck three times. She was already surrounded and upright, she forcibly restrained herself from laughing, and simply didn't bother to say anything.

"Hey, why is your neck itchy? There's still a smell!"

Shen Jiaxing felt wrong after wearing it for a while, so he hurriedly took off the scarf to inspect it, and found pieces of feathers on the scarf, as well as piles of bird droppings, and the hair all over his body stood up.

"What's going on here? Who did it?"