The moment Chi Jingxi pressed down, Wen Yantong was almost crushed, and subconsciously embraced the person on her body.
The people around were startled, and they stepped back a few steps to create an encircling circle, and stood on the sidelines to watch the excitement.
Seeing this, Mu Yang hurried forward, bent over to help him, but he ran too fast, his feet slipped, he couldn't stand still, and immediately fell on Chi Jingxi.
Wen Yantong was crushed to the point of screaming, his face flushed instantly, he raised his fist and beat Mu Yang, "Get up! I'm going to be crushed to death!"
The voice sounded like she was about to die. Chi Jingxi was afraid that her fragile body would be crushed, so she put her arms on Wen Yantong's side, forcefully supporting the pressure on Mu Yang .
Wen Yantong took a sharp breath, the cold air pierced into her lungs, choking her so that she coughed several times in succession.
Mu Yang also quickly got up, pulled Chi Jingxi in shame, and said with a smile, "A mistake is a mistake, it was just a mistake."
After all three stood up, Chi Jingxi brushed off the snow on his body with a stinky face, "Is this how you repay me?"
Wen Yantong immediately patted the snow on his body, and smiled apologetically, "Young Master, I'm really sorry, the ground is too slippery, I didn't notice that I fell from the top, are you okay? Did you fall in pain? ?”
Chi Jingxi replied angrily, "Thanks to your cushioning underneath, I didn't fall very much."
Wen Yantong hurriedly said, "It's fine if you didn't fall, it's fine if you didn't fall."
After finishing speaking, he turned around and ran away. When Chi Jingxi realized it, he had already rushed far away to help Zhang Jieran who was still sitting on the ground.
Wen Yantong has always been thinking about Zhang Jieran who was accidentally knocked down on the way just now, that was a solid fall, and it was not a light fall.
When she ran over, Zhang Jieran was still sitting on the ground in a daze, she was startled and went to help her up, "Brother Zhang, are you okay? You didn't fall stupid, did you?"
Zhang Jieran shook his head, "Nothing."
Fortunately, he was clothed thickly, so the fall didn't hurt much, but he didn't get up for a while. After Wen Yantong helped him up, he diligently dusted him off, "I'm sorry, I accidentally hurt you just now."
Zhang Jieran waved his hands again and again, "It's all right, brother Wen, don't worry about it."
Wen Yantong smiled and said, "Just don't blame me..."
The two laughed while talking, and Chi Jingxi watched from the sidelines, his face getting more and more stinky, and said in a deep voice, "Is this cripple's eyesight not working? Could it be that I don't have that Jingui named Zhang?"
Mu Yang persuaded from the side, "Brother Xi, don't worry so much, you fell on Wen Yantong just now, didn't you hit his leg?"
Chi Jingxi snorted, "I don't know."
Mu Yang said, "His leg has only been around for a few days, and he doesn't seem to be limping when he walks. If you smash it again, you should rest for a few days."
Chi Jingxi frowned irritably, "Okay, don't talk too much, I didn't hit it."
After speaking, he walked away, and the spectators around him automatically moved out of the way, and happened to run into Cheng Xin who was walking towards him.
"I just heard that you were hit? Who hit you, catch him and give him a good lesson." Cheng Xin said casually at the beginning.
Chi Jingxi said, "It was hit by a little cripple, and he has already left."
Cheng Xin understood, "It turned out to be him, so it must have been unintentional."
Mu Yang said, "The road here is very slippery, I just fell down, please walk carefully."
Cheng Xin said, "If that's the case, then don't stay here, go to the east courtyard, there is a lot of snow there, and many people are making snow statues there."
Mu Yang readily agreed, expressing his willingness to join in the fun. Chi Jingxi was a little bit less interested and wanted to go back to her room.
Mu Yang tried his best to persuade him, "After lunch, we start to clear the snow. After clearing the snow, we have to recite scriptures. This is the only time we can play. Brother Xi, you should cherish this time."
Chi Jingxi couldn't resist him, so he had to go with him.
The east side courtyard is the largest courtyard in Nian'an Temple. There are many places where the snow layer has not even been stepped on. After a while, many people gathered in it to play.
When Wen Yantong and Zhang Jieran went there, they saw Fu Tanghuan and Fu Zixian making a snowman together.
Fu Tanghuan was dressed very beautifully today, with a snow-white wide-sleeved padded jacket and a concubine-colored half-sleeved padded jacket. The material was embroidered with delicate patterns with three-color silk threads, and it was matched with a concubine-colored fine gauze dress. quite bright.
In contrast, Fu Zixian looked much more ordinary, wearing a dark cotton gown and smiling lingeringly.
Wen Yantong greeted the two very happily, rolled up his sleeves and joined them, saying, "I'm the best at making snowmen, and I even won an award before!"
Zhang Jieran and Fu Zixian stopped at the same time, and asked in surprise, "What award?"
Wen Yantong was stunned for a moment, and said to the two, "Snowman award."
In fact, when he was in elementary school, there was a small snowman-building competition held by the elementary school in the town, and that was the only competition Wen Yantong won in his schooling career—if the first snow feast competition after wearing books was not counted.
When Wen Yantong was making snowballs, Fu Tanghuan said, "How about the four of us making snow statues and then having a competition, how about it?"
Among them, Wen Yantong, who thought he was the best at making snowballs, was the first to agree, and immediately raised his hands in support, saying, "What is the lottery?"
Fu Tanghuan thought for a while, "If anyone wins the first place, then the other three people will each buy him something."
Wen Yantong disagreed, shook his head and said, "That's so boring, and no one is short of money for shopping, I don't think it's right."
"That's why you say it." Fu Tang said happily.
"In this way," Wen Yantong said, "the one who wins can make a request to each of the other three, as long as it is not too much, the other three must agree, how about it?"
Fu Tang happily agreed, "I think it's good."
The other two naturally had no objections, but Zhang Jieran was a little embarrassed, "I don't know how to make snow statues."
Wen Yantong threatened, "Brother Zhang, it's rare that Miss Fu San is so happy, are you trying to save her face?"
Fu Tanghuan immediately lowered his face when he heard the words, "Yes, if you don't participate, I will accuse you."
Zhang Jieran was taken aback and agreed repeatedly. So the small game of four people started hastily like this.
Wen Yantong sat down on the ground, and immediately started to work. He began to pinch the snowball with great concentration, and then threw the snow up bit by bit, and the snowball became bigger and bigger.
What she had to do was very simple, and she moved her hands very quickly. In a short time, she made two big snowballs and placed them on the ground, and then started to do the last part.
Fu Zixian did it seriously, and when he looked up by chance, he saw Wen Yantong sitting on the ground holding a long column-shaped thing, patting the frozen snow with his hands. He looked at the two snowballs next to her again, and suddenly had a bad feeling, so he stopped and walked in front of her.
Fu Zixian stood watching for a while, then suddenly asked, "Wen Yantong, what are you doing?"
Hearing his voice, Wen Yantong raised his head and said defensively, "Why? You want to steal my idea?"
She stretched her head to look at Fu Zixian's work, but it was still unfinished, so she couldn't help laughing, "With your craftsmanship, even if you plagiarize my thoughts, you can't steal the will in my works! Go away!"
Fu Zixian hurriedly said, "You misunderstood, I didn't mean to plagiarize, I just wanted to ask what you do."
Wen Yantong was just about to finish the work, so he knelt forward holding the long pillar in his hand, put it upright in the center of the two balls, and said, "This is the Armstrong cyclotron jet Armstrong Cannon, which is extremely powerful..."
Before she finished speaking, Fu Zixian stepped forward with a red face and kicked one of the snowballs, and then stomped on it involuntarily, "No, no, no! It's too inappropriate! My third sister is still here!"
The work that was about to be completed turned into snow under Fu Zixian's feet, and Wen Yantong was stunned.
Fu Zixian was out of breath when he stopped, his face was still red, "I'm sorry, Wen Yantong, you can do something else."
Wen Yantong fell back like a collapse, collapsed on the ground, rolled over, and screamed, "You pay me for the ice statue! I'm almost done! Ah!"
Her shout attracted the attention of a large number of people, even Zhang Jieran and Fu Tanghuan stopped what they were doing and rushed over, only to see Wen Yantong almost rolled into the snow, constantly thumping.
Fu Tanghuan hurriedly gave Fu Zixian a hand, and asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"
Fu Zixian suppressed a red face, and could only say, "I kicked Wen Yantong's snow statue into pieces."
Seeing that Yantong was about to be buried in the snow, Zhang Jieran stepped forward to pull her, who knew that she was throwing and rolling on purpose, and couldn't pull her up at all, so he said helplessly, "Brother Wen, if you have something to do, stand up and talk about it, why lie in the snow. "
Wen Yantong said, "It's hard to talk about it! Fu Zixian destroyed my masterpiece! It's a huge loss to me!"
Zhang Jieran couldn't pull anyone back, and he couldn't persuade him, there was nothing he could do. Fu Zixian had no choice but to stand aside and apologize, "I'm sorry, let me help you make a new one."
"To make an Armstrong cyclotron jet Armstrong cannon." Wen Yantong stopped and thumped.
"This is not acceptable!" Fu Zixian refused.
Wen Yantong said, "Then I won't get up."
Fu Tanghuan didn't know why, so he slapped Fu Zixian on the back of the head, "Wen Yantong can do whatever he says! Who told you to kick someone's snow statue!"
Fu Zixian stiffened his neck, "You can't do that!"
At the moment of stalemate, Mu Yang jumped out from the side, stood beside Fu Zixian, pointed at Wen Yantong with his chin, "What's wrong with him?"
Fu Zixian was taken aback by his sudden appearance, he was taken aback for a moment before he said, "I kicked over Wen Yantong's snow statue, he was lying in the snow and refused to get up."
In fact, Mu Yang watched clearly from the side, knowing that Wen Yantong likes to be sloppy on weekdays, and he likes to tease Fu Zixian very much, so he reckons that he is deliberately teasing Fu Zixian now.
He rolled up his sleeves, walked to Wen Yantong's side, grabbed her by the collar and immediately sat up, "Kick it over and make a new one, what do you look like rolling around like this?"
Wen Yantong's spine seemed to be softened, and he fell to the ground, "Fu Zixian won't let me do it."
Mu Yang was pulled up again, "Why don't you let me do it?"
Wen Yantong lay down again, "He said it was offensive."
Mu Yang said again, "Why do you do it if it's harmful?"
Wen Yantong fell down again, "How can the Armstrong cyclotron jet Armstrong cannon be harmful? You don't understand anything!"
"What, what?" Mu Yang was dumbfounded.
"Anyway, it will be a great masterpiece born in Shaojing." Wen Yantong said.
When Mu Yang saw Yantong like this, he knew that she was quite troublesome and he couldn't deal with it by himself, so he immediately stood up and turned around to call for help, "Brother Xi, come and have a look."
When Wen Yantong heard that Chi Jingxi was there, he immediately sat up, consciously crawled out of the snowdrift, and patted the snow on his body.
In just a short while, Chi Jingxi had already walked to the side and asked, "Why don't you continue to lie down?"
Wen Yantong smiled and said, "Just kidding, just kidding."
Chi Jingxi reached out, pinched her cheek, took a step forward, and turned her head, "Take a good look, how many girls are here, is it suitable for you to do that?"
Wen Yantong subconsciously covered his hands with his hands, and immediately said, "It's not appropriate, it's not appropriate! I know it's wrong!"
Chi Jingxi's hands were warm, completely different from Wen Yantong's cold and wet hands just after rubbing the snow. She combined her palms and covered Chi Jingxi's right hand completely. The extreme coolness irritated his skin, causing him to let go of his hand and take it back.
After a long time, the coolness from Wen Yantong still seemed to remain on his hands.
Fu Zixian breathed a sigh of relief, Mu Yang patted him on the shoulder in relief, and said, "Sure enough, Brother Xi can cure Wen Yantong."
Wen Yantong glanced at him quietly: I was teasing Fu Zixian, why do you meddle!
Mu Yang pretended not to see it.
Cheng Xiao followed Cheng Xin, came from one side, and asked, "What are you playing?"
Fu Tanghuan was very happy to see him, and walked up to him in a few steps, "Brother Xiao, do you want to come with me? We are making snow statues in a competition to see who can do the best."
Cheng Xiao became interested as soon as he heard it, "If you do the best, what reward will you get?"
"Then each of us has to grant him one wish." Fu Tanghuan said, "Within the acceptable range."
Cheng Xiao smiled and said, "That's good, I want to participate too."
He turned to Cheng Xin and said, "Brother Wuhuang, let's join in too. It's been a long time since we made snow statues together."
Cheng Xin wanted to refuse, but Mu Yang and Cheng Xiao's eyes seemed to be burning hot, so he had no choice but to agree.
Wen Yantong shrank his neck, "Then I won't continue to participate."
Fu Tanghuan was all disappointed, "Why?"
"I will be the judge, and I will judge after you finish." Wen Yantong said.
"No, what if you are partial?" Mu Yang was not happy, pointing to Chi Jingxi and said, "Brother Xi will definitely not participate, why don't you and Wen Yantong select together."
Chi Jingxi nodded, agreeing.
So several people got busy again.
Wen Yantong rubbed the damp hands dry, and then put them in her sleeves to warm them up. Chi Jingxi stood beside her, carefully looking at the snow statues made by several people.
Wen Yantong naturally wanted to find something to talk about, and said with a smile, "Young Master, have you heard the rumors about Nian'an Temple?"
Chi Jingxi grew up in Chaoge since he was a child, and there are people like Mu Yang who have a bad mouth around him. Of course he has heard of it. He glanced at Wen Yantong, "I have heard of it, how is it?"
"Aren't you afraid?" Wen Yantong asked.
The corner of Chi Jingxi's mouth curled up, making a sneer, "It's just a bluff."
Wen Yantong recalled it for a while. In fact, there are many details in the book that she doesn't remember very clearly. She only remembers that this snow-sweeping festival was mentioned in the form of memories by several protagonists.
Most of the stories told in the original book happened after the protagonists were in their twenties, and the plots in the academy are often brought up in the form of memories or dictation by others.
So Wen Yantong, as a reader, doesn't know why Nian'an Temple is always haunted by rumors.
I just knew that Chi Jingxi would be injured during this snow-sweeping festival, and then went to Beiyuan where the girl lived for some reason, and was rescued by Fu Tanghuan, which gave birth to feelings for Fu Tanghuan.
The more she thought about it, the further she went, she bowed her head in a daze. Seeing that she hadn't moved for a long time, Chi Jingxi couldn't help turning his head to take a look.
Wen Yantong is wearing very light clothes today, very bright bud yellow, a bit like the color of a chick.
In order to keep her neck from getting windy, she didn't tie her hair up like everyone else did. She just tied a small ball on her head and fixed it with a snow-white hosta. Just now, he was rolling in the snow, and his hair was covered with a lot of snow, and now it was warmed, and his hair was a little wet.
After the food got better, Wen Yantong was also gradually bred to be fleshy, no longer as thin and frightening as before, with fair complexion, clear eyebrows and eyes, giving birth to a delicate figure.
It was only then that Chi Jingxi realized that the little cripple seemed to be no longer the little cripple in memory.
Probably after staring at him for a long time, Wen Yantong noticed something, so he turned to look at him suspiciously, "Young Lord, is there anything wrong with me?"
Chi Jingxi's black eyes moved like lacquer, and said calmly, "I was wondering why you were born so short."
Wen Yantong looked at the height gap with him, and smiled openly, "It's still long, don't worry."
Chi Jingxi turned her head and said calmly, "Fu Zixian is the same age as you."
Wen Yantong scratched his head, "Miss Fu San is older than me, she's about the same height as me."
"Are you comparing yourself to a girl?" Chi Jingxi asked back.
Wen Yantong shut up, almost forgetting that she is an old man now.
No one can bear the fact that their hands are always soaked in snow, so a few people quickly finished their works, and then let Wen Yantong and Chi Jingxi judge.
Wen Yantong thought to herself that after all, Fu Tanghuan is also the heroine and a girl, so she should be given the first place.
As a result, she walked up to her snow statue and almost hurt her eyes because of the ugliness of the snow statue.
She blinked her eyes, and asked Fu Tanghuan with a pleasant face, "Miss Fu San, sorry for my stupid eyesight, what you are doing is..."
"Duck." Fu Tanghuan pointed with his upper hand, "This is the head, this is the body, and this is the tail."
Wen Yantong nodded solemnly, "Well, as we all know, ducks have tails, Miss Fu San did it perfectly, perfectly."
Mu Yang said too much, "You can say such things against your will?"
Fu Tang hummed happily.
Wen Yantong thought in his heart that he would take you first.
So he walked to the side of Mu Yang's snow statue, and was surprised by his hands-on ability.
Regardless of Mu Yang's lack of interest in books, his two hands were so coincidental that he actually made a portrait of his master with a book in his arms, which can be seen at a glance.
A scumbag who can't even read books can be a portrait of his master? !
Wen Yantong tried hard to suppress his astonishment, curled his lips and said, "What are you doing?"
Mu Yang said confidently, "You can't even see this? The image of Master, Confucius!"
Wen Yantong took a look, then suddenly moved closer to the statue of the master, and before Mu Yang could react, he went to the snow statue's face and picked off a ball of snow.
Mu Yang became anxious, "What are you doing!"
Wen Yantong said innocently, "Your snow statue's face is dirty, it's not very pretty, I'll pick it off."
Mu Yang said angrily, "Why didn't I see it? You did it on purpose!"
Wen Yantong shouted injustice, "Why should I pick your snow statue on purpose, I didn't participate in this competition!"
Just as he was talking, a large piece of snow suddenly fell from the snow that had been picked up, which just happened to remove the entire face of the master, forming a pit.
"Okay!" Wen Yantong announced immediately, "Mu Yang's work is incomplete, so he cannot continue to participate in the selection, and this work is invalid."
Mu Yang was stunned for a while, then burst into anger, grabbed Wen Yantong's shoulders, "I'll fight you!"
"Hey! This contestant, please calm down!" Wen Yantong struggled while grabbing his hand, "Beating the judges is a foul!"
Fu Zixian and Cheng Xin hurriedly stepped forward and pulled him back, "Yanger, calm down, it's your own snow that didn't capture the truth, how can you blame Wen Yantong."
"That's right." Wen Yantong took several steps back.
Mu Yang's mouth slanted and his eyes slanted, he pulled Cheng Xin's wrist and gasped, "This kid did it on purpose, you have to be careful, he must be trying to give Fu Tanghuan the number one rating."
Cheng Xin laughed so hard that she couldn't breathe, "Go and rest for a while, it's not up to him alone, your Brother Xi is still standing by the side."
It was only then that Mu Yang remembered that Chi Jingxi was also a selector, so he walked up to Chi Jingxi and said aggrievedly, "Brother Xi, you have to take care of this kid, his hands are too dark, you can pick out the face of my wife's portrait all at once." Gone."
Chi Jingxi patted him on the shoulder, and there was a smile in his beautiful eyes.
Wen Yantong turned to Fu Zixian's snow statue, and as soon as he stood still, he saw that his craftsmanship was in the same line as his sister Fu Tanghuan's.
She pointed to the snow statue and asked, "What is this ugly thing?"
Fu Zi offered, "It's a goose."
Wen Yantong said bluntly, "Eyes are not eyes, nose is not nose, do you have the nerve to fight for the first place?"
Fu Zixian shook his head in embarrassment.
Wen Yantong nodded in satisfaction, and came to Zhang Jieran's snow statue again, and found that what he made was a very simple snowman.
But the two balls are beautifully made, and they are the most exquisite among them.
Wen Yantong glanced at Zhang Jieran, saw that his eyes were filled with hope, and couldn't help but secretly said.
Sorry bro!
She pretended to be disgusted and said, "What you did is too simple! No way."
Zhang Jieran didn't care, and said with a smile, "I can only do this."
Wen Yantong said, "Then do you think you can take the first place?"
Zhang Jieran said honestly, "I can't take it."
Wen Yantong thought that there were still two people left, and the works could neither be picky nor trampled on, so he directly raised his voice, "I personally want to choose Miss Fu San's snow statue as the winner of this competition!"
Cheng Xin laughed so hard, "There are two more here, don't you want to see?"
Cheng Xiao also said, "Although sister Huan'er's work is really good-looking, you should have seen all of ours to make sure."
Wen Yantong nodded after listening, "Indeed."
As she spoke, she walked towards Cheng Xiao's snow statue, but when she was about to walk, her feet slipped suddenly, and she fell into the snow!
Even Zhang Jieran, who was closest to him, failed to help him.