The winter night of the Lantern Festival in Qizhou in 1997 was very cold. It was okay to have the sun during the day, and the ears were really going to be frozen at night.
The children were wrapped up and down with only their eyes and half of their faces exposed, and they ran around again. Not a single cub shouted cold, but the adults couldn't stand it at first.
After watching the juggling, three large groups of ten people joined together near the former residence of Li Qingzhao.
Song Qiaoxi took a hand with thick woolen gloves and gently touched the dark purple, oily mink cloak on Mother Wang's body, and made an enviable voice, "Auntie, the hand feels good, it's slippery."
Mother Wang wore a mink hat of the same color on her head, a snow-white fox fur scarf around her neck, and a pair of fashionable patent leather boots on the soles of her feet, but her lips were still purple from the cold.
Wearing a pair of lambskin gloves, she touched Nuo Tuanzi's little head with a woolen hat, and tremblingly asked, "Isn't it cold, Xixi?"
"Auntie, am I not cold? Mom said I was as hot as a small fireball!"
Song Qiaoxi looked at Mother Wang's face and turned ugly, and her mouth turned purple.
The little girl didn't know, her answer almost made Mother Wang faint on the spot.
It was her mother who broke the siege for her, and only heard Mother Song hurriedly said: "Okay, I have been crazy outside for more than two hours. You kids are not cold, and the adults are about to freeze to death. It's over 8 o'clock, go home. It’s time to go to bed. School will start within two days. Primary school is no better than kindergarten, and a few cubs will take care of me."
Hearing her mother said that she would go home immediately, Nuo Tuanzi couldn't wait to raise her hands and feet in agreement on the spot.
Just now, she saw that both Wang Junyang and Ding Yi were still happy. The two boys used two lanterns as "weapons" and beat each other, clamoring to see the biggest cow lantern.
I thought that I could go home after reading them quickly. Now my mother's proposal has been unanimously agreed by all the adults, which saves her from worrying about it.
Nodded obediently, hugged his mother's thigh, raised his face and said: "Let's go, mother, Chu Jin is home alone. What if he is hungry and wants to eat supper?"
"Well, let's go back quickly."
Dad picked up the Nuo Tuanzi, carried it to his shoulders, raised his hand to greet the others to follow, and walked to the entrance of the park.
A red Santana and a white Jetta drove several families back to the compound from Baotu Spring Park.
After the car was parked, her mother hugged Song Qiaoxi and asked her, "Are you hungry? Go home and cook a lantern for supper?"
"Hungry, hungry..." Nodded, Nuo Tuanzi is really hungry, but still thinking about someone in her heart, she said hurriedly, "Mom, I'll ask Chu Jin to come to eat the Lantern Festival, right?"
His mother's expression was obviously hesitant, and she paused and told her softly: "Okay, go and ask. If Xiao Chujin doesn't sleep, call him, if he sleeps, don't disturb him. When you are at the door, First, see if the light near the window is on? If the light is dimmed, don't call him."
"Okay, let me see if he is asleep?"
She promised her mother, Song Qiaoxi still held the little rabbit lantern in her hand, and ran away toward the boiler room.
Looking from a distance, under the dim yellow lights of the compound, a group of small black shadows and a small white lamp were moving, flickering in the winter night.
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