Chapter 1957 robbery (31)
After lunch, the snow just fell and stopped.
Although the sky is still gray, the wind blowing from the mountains is much weaker and the sky is brighter.
It was white, the snow reflected the sky, and the sky also reflected the snow.
complement each other, bleak and lonely.
Outside the yard, the woods that spread to the mountain were extremely barren.
It was covered with heavy snow, the treetops were bare, there were no leaves, only the branches were covered with frost.
Frost hangs on it in the shape of an ice cone.
It is crystal clear and cold, like a natural gemstone necklace, which can reflect the color of the sky.
In the yard, the teenager washed the dishes, then stepped on a small stool, tiptoed, and put the bowls on the high cabinet.
After doing all this, he picked up the broom and swept the snow in the yard without stopping.
"Sand-sand-"
His small and soft body seemed to have endless strength.
His fingers were red from the cold, and some were cracked.
He also seems to have no feeling, and is still earnestly clearing the snow.
Sweep the snow outside in the huge yard.
The fox stayed in the house, the door of the house was open, and he could see the figure of the boy in the yard.
The weather outside is cold, and the location here is not good, it is always facing the wind, so the temperature is always a few degrees lower, compared to the small town.
It stared at the young man who had been busy all day without stopping, and froze.
Think about it, but don't want to trouble him.
If it goes down, he has to boil water to wash its paws again.
Then there are several more things to do.
He will only get more tired.
tsk...
The fox sat on the bed and flicked his tail.
Looked at the snow that had not been swept halfway, and thought for a moment.
Then, it blows lightly.
Outside the yard, the wind picked up.
The wind that had finally calmed down had a tendency to become bigger again.
The snow sweeping across the ground is violent and powerful.
The face is pale, and the eyeballs are pitch black.
Blown by the wind that came from nowhere, his hair was blown up, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.
Turned around, looked into the house from a distance.
The fox on the bed in the house immediately got down.
With two pointed and fluffy ears hanging down, she lay limply on the bed.
Paralyzed into a fluffy cake, obediently, not moving.
There is a feeling that it has nothing to do with me.
The boy stared steadily.
stared at it for several seconds, then lowered his eyes.
looked at the snow on the ground.
The snow has been blown to the corner by the strong wind that does not know where it came from.
It's just right, it's right by the gate of the yard.
Neatly piled up into a small snow mountain.
The original ground was exposed, bare and dark brown.
There is no dazzling white on it, and it is blown clean by the wind, which is just right.
The young man watched quietly, his little hand holding the broom tightened slightly.
With slender and soft eye feathers hanging down, she trembled.
There was no expression on her white and soft face.
An eerie calm.
Then, he didn't say a word.
Put down the broom, take the basket, and fill the snow beside the door.
Poured the snow into the woods outside the door.
Back and forth, moved several times.
After clearing the remaining snow, he came in and closed the door.
"...Woo?"
The fox lying on the bed raised its fluffy ears.
Look up and look at the boy in the yard.
The boy drew well water and wanted to wash his hands.
The well water is warm and warm, as if it has been exposed to the sun all day long.
His hands, which were cracked from the cold, touched them.
(end of this chapter)