Pushing open the front door of the harmony room, it’s already a scene wrapped in silver. It’s not that a little light snow can make him catch a cold but it’s not so comfortable to walk in the street with so many things.

I left everything I bought in the kitchen early, but nothing happened at home …
Did dad go to chat with Aunt Sato next door?
No … well, did mom follow her to "catch the rape"! ?
Well …
Spread out your hands and shrug your shoulders. It’s always the old man’s business and yourself. Even if Mizuho’s mother gets angry at noon and has no food, there must be a father … Mom always does this to Watergate and herself, and she always wants to ask for all the dishes …
In this weather, you should have a cup of hot tea. How can you eat all those cold dishes …
Zhen Yong sat by the warm roadside and picked up the steaming teacup in front of him. He habitually looked in the direction of his own courtyard, where the ginkgo tree that accompanied him and Watergate grew up had a special interest in the winter snow. This time …
…
Looking from the house, the world outside is white all over the sky … The cleanest and purest color is magnificently attached to all branches … Blink of an eye, the glory in autumn has changed, and plain clothes looks Leng Yan and mysterious …
but
In the white background, the purple is more conspicuous …
It’s a breakthrough in the visual limit, amazing and beautiful from a distance …
A girl who is thin and fit for her waist seems to be chasing some small steps to come here-like a butterfly flying in the winter snow, but her slightly red cheeks and lavender eyes seem to wake people … She was a winter princess
A moment of absence …
"Well, are you aunt Sato’s daughter next door?"
It was brave to speak, but the girl who was still running in the snow finally found him. When she panicked, she put her hands on her chest and was panting, and she became more charming and lovely.
Er … I remember seeing that little clay doll years ago … What was it called Sato Daidai? It’s really … I thought girls should be ugly ducklings when they were young …
"I … I … I …"
I spoke three times in a row, but the girl still couldn’t say a word.
"Well, don’t worry, I don’t mind if you come here to play." Zhenyong scratched his head. Obviously, how could he blame such a Japanese doll? Gee, people are all visual animals.
"No … not … really brave, my Lord."
Hey! ? How did she know my name?
The question of Zhen Yong didn’t last long because he petrified on the spot in a second …
"I am Yueyin …"
…
…！ ! @@！ @#！ @？
Damn it! !
Zhen Yong covered his left chest with trembling hands …
"Mom … you give me out …"
"Yo ho ho ho ~" has been hiding behind the courtyard door until now before Mizuho finally poked his head out.
"How about it ~ Your father and I always wanted to have a girl before we were brave ~" She smiled and put her arms around a face of embarrassment. "It’s a pity that you and Watergate are both standard boys. These mothers bought peace in those days, but they never took it out ~"
“…”
Your sister! ? Mom, are you kidding me? ? Yueyin is a boy, too. Okay! ! !
At this moment, I have been studying scrolls in the building, and Watergate just happened to go up the steps.
… like Zhenyong, after a second of stupefaction, the little sun tilted his head with a smile.
"Little sister, are you the daughter of Aunt Sato next door?"
…
Hehehe, aunt Sato, you can smile at Jiuquan Chapter 12, Blood Following the Limit
Finally, after a burst of chicken flying and dog jumping, the thousand-handed family finally ushered in lunch time.
The original atmosphere was harmonious and lively, but today there was some silence …
Whether it’s a face of constipation, a really brave expression and Watergate, or a big red face and a silver moon, or Mizuho, who has been laughing all the time, I stopped by Nanmu and was invited to go out with my old comrades.
"Ahem …"
At this time, Zhen Yong can always break the silence … He has been very skilled at this kind of thing since a long time ago.