After building the snowman, Yun Li found two branches to stick on both sides of the snowman, and used the carrots already prepared as the snowman's nose.

After everything was done, Yun Li gently held her down sleeve, "Let's take a photo?"

Luo Ci raised her head and said, "I'll call my mother to help us take pictures!"

After that, she waved to Luo's mother, "Mom! Help me and Brother Li take pictures!"

"Come here." Mama Luo and Mama Yun came together.

"Cicci and brother should be closer, and put on more poses." Mother Yun showed her aunt's smile and couldn't help saying.

Hearing this, Yun Li put his hand on Luo Ci's shoulder and whispered, "Hold my waist."

His expression was very flat, as if he was just doing what he was told.

Luo Ci then obediently hugged him sideways, facing the camera, showing a sweet smile.

The two were very close, and the two mothers immediately pressed the shutter.

Mother Yun looked at the photo carefully, and found that her son did not look at the camera, but looked at Porcelain. Although his expression was light and a little sloppy, he could vaguely feel something different.

Without saying anything, let the two children come in and drink some hot soup.

Because the relationship between the two families is getting better and better, they opened a door directly next to the wall next to each other, and they became one family directly.

Luo Ci and Yun Li's rooms also share a balcony, and sometimes the two of them would go directly to do questions and the like.

The grandparents of the porcelain family are deceased, and there is no tradition of returning to their hometown to celebrate the New Year except for the annual festival and the Qingming Festival. The Yun family had a bad relationship with the previous generation and had been separated, so the two families celebrated the New Year together.

It rotates as the home field every year.

This year is at Yun's house.

The two fathers handed Luo Ci Yunli a red envelope respectively, Yun Li looked at the situation, pulled Luo Ci and went upstairs.

Father Yun also prepared a red envelope for Mother Yun, "Wife, you will always be a child who doesn't grow up in my heart."

Not to be outdone, Luo's father hurriedly stuffed it into his wife, almost raising his hand to swear, "I didn't think of it temporarily, but I took it out a little later than him."

Both mothers were very happy.

*

Yun Li's room is different from when he was a child. When he was only seven years old, his painting style was simple and rigorous.

But in the current room, there is a little giraffe on the head of the bed, or a fluffy throw pillow lying on a chair, or a few cute warm candies on the table.

The traces she left behind.

There is also a group photo of the two of them at the beach on the desk. It was the first time they went out to play.

In the photo, Xiao Yunli was still a little awkward, but she still held Xiao Luo Ci's hand tightly, pursing her lips and looking at the camera reluctantly.

Luo Ci entered the room with the outer layer of clothes, the sweater inside, and turned over directly on the bed.

Yun Li took off his down jacket slowly, looked at her with dark eyes, and said slowly, with concern, "Are you tired?"

"No, just a little heartbeat." Luo Ci sat up, opened her mouth softly, and covered her heart with her small hands.

He heard the words and touched her head, "Maybe you are in a hurry to go upstairs."

Luo Ci looked at the photo on the table, raised her face and smiled, "Brother Li didn't like me following you when I was a child."

Yun Li glanced at the photo frame lightly, he had never thought about it like this, he simply didn't like taking pictures.

But if you take pictures with her, it seems like a good idea.

"Come on, do your homework." He said quietly.

There is a lot of homework in winter.

Luo Ci was a little unhappy, and what to do to mention homework was obviously entertainment time.