This kind of crop style is more courageous than his father's work.

The atmosphere of working was driven by Qin Guanglin, as if it was a group halo, with efficiency +10%, speed +10%. The sound of shovels colliding with the ground one after another. Soon, several male tenants came down one after another, perhaps because they were bored, so they found tools to participate in this community labor together.

After the snow stopped, there were children and old people playing in the clearings in the distance, rolling snowballs and building snowmen. These two types of people are always more resistant to freezing than young people. Young people who are weak like to stay in bed and watch TV, or sit in front of the computer to come and give Hasa. Unless necessary, they will not be seen, even on weekends.

The sound of children laughing, the sound of the elderly talking, the friction of pushing snowboards and the ground, and the sound of shoveling snow shoveling, were heard far away, making life on the first day after the snow lively.

As noon approached, Qin Guanglin looked at the time and greeted: "It's time for me to go back to cook. There's still a little more, come on."

Most of the building has been cleared, and only a little road has not been completed. The snow has been piled up to the side of the road, with small bags of small bags. When the sun comes out, it will slowly melt. The road is a bit wet, which is the water stains left by the melting of the thin ice after shoveling.

After lunch, when Qin Guanglin brought the property staff out, the work had already ended, the road was completely cleared, and the winding connections were connected between the various floors, and finally spread outside the community gate. They did not walk far away, and took a leisurely walk around the path. Now they are in the late stage of pregnancy, and the amount of exercise cannot be as great as before. They have only been walking for about ten minutes. Qin Guanglin took a cushion on the stone chair under the locust tree. He held the cushion and sat down slowly and rested outside for a while.

The roadside damaged by the shoveled snow was not liked by the children. They all went to the open space in the middle. After going home for dinner, they ran down and continued to roll in the snow. Their faces were red and they were not afraid of running around in the cold air.

"I'll make a snowman for you?" Qin Guanglin looked around and found a small piece of uncontaminated snow not far away, eager to show his skills.

"Do you do?" Why bother asking.

"I don't know... I have to ask you, can I do it?" Qin Guanglin asked back instead.

"You won't."

Why don't you smile and shake your head. They had helped their daughter build a white and chubby snowman like on TV. Qin Guanglin even contributed his own baby carrots and said he wanted to use his nose for the snowman. As a result, he didn't make it all day long. He could only shoot a snow pile with his hands. In the end, he pinched two fists-sized snowballs and stuffed them together to fool Anya.

Qin Guanglin had already guessed what she looked like, "We have helped her daughter?"

"Yeah, it's been piled up."

"It seems that it's not piled up." He smiled, his eyes filled with expectations and yearning for that kind of life.

Family... Two people are already happy enough, how good would it be to add one person?

He couldn't imagine that kind of beauty.

"I just don't know how to learn, so I will definitely help my daughter do it this time!"

Qin Guanglin rolled up his sleeves and ran to the small piece of snow, bent down and picked up a ball of snowflakes. He felt the cold chill, and couldn't help but turn to look at the playful children in the distance.

It's really not cold.

"Why don't you pile up?" He asked with a smile when he saw the snow in his hand thrown down.

"Let's learn the skills on Baidu first. Sharpening a knife will not delay chopping wood." Qin Guanglin said as he took out his cell phone and started searching with a serious look on his face.

“…”

Why not bother to complain, sit under the big locust tree and look at the sky, gently caressing the belly with both hands, recalling the future.

The dark clouds gradually dissipated in the afternoon. Although the sun had not yet come out, it was not as gloomy as before. The skylight gradually revealed through the clouds and mist.

Qin Guanglin's snowman was not formed in the end, but he also looked a little - it was no longer a pile of snow piles there, the base was very solid, and there was an irregular semicircle as big as a basin. He couldn't get such a big snowball, so he had to settle for the second best. There was a small half-ellipse above the semicircle, which looked a bit strange.

"I have tried my best..." He rubbed his hands and returned to He Dian's side. When he was just finished nearby, he felt good, and he looked a little decent. Now he turned around and looked over again, and suddenly felt that he was ugly.

My daughter is afraid she won't be satisfied with this.

“It’s much better than last time.”

Why not praise her? Qin Guanglin resisted the urge to kick the snowman over and helped her stand up, "Let's go, don't let your daughter know that her father has built such an ugly snowman, it will definitely be better next time."

"Not taking pictures as a souvenir? Where is your debut work."

"Don't stay, go and go back to have your lunch."

He picked up the cotton pad on the stone bench, Qin Guanglin mixed with his arms and walked slowly towards home with her rhythm.

The sun finally emerged from the clouds, and the fine golden light shone out from behind the clouds, falling to the world, and also on the backs of the two of them.
Chapter completed!