Chapter 119 Taking Photos

"Mao Mao! Are you alright?!"

Fortunately, Mao Mao was dressed warmly, and the snow was soft. When Lou Heming helped her up from the ground, she was completely unharmed.

His clothes were covered in snowflakes, making him look like a ball of glutinous rice coated in powder.

Lou Heming gently patted the snowflakes off her body: "Mao Mao, does anything hurt?"

Mao Mao shook her head: "No."

Lou Heming then asked her to raise her arms and legs to make sure she wasn't in pain anywhere before he felt relieved.

When he turned back, Lou Yansui had already gone to hunt down Lou Hongjian.

He wasn't running fast; he rolled snowballs from the ground and threw them at the people in front of him.

Knowing he was in the wrong, Lou Hongjian didn't dare to fight back even when he was hit by snowballs. He could only dodge in a sorry state while loudly apologizing, "Ah Sui, Ah Sui, I was wrong!"

"Third Brother, stop right there!"

"I didn't mean to, I just wanted to hit my second brother, but I accidentally threw it at the wrong spot!"

Lou Yansui was furious: "Then you also hit Mao Mao!"

Lou Hongjian protested, "When my older brother hit me just now, you didn't stand up for me!"

The two stumbled and staggered around the courtyard until they were exhausted and stopped, panting heavily.

Lou Heming glanced at his watch again, and seeing that it was getting late, he stood up: "I should go to the hospital now. Ah Hong, Ah Sui, you two continue to help Mao Mao build the snowman."

Mao Mao obediently said goodbye: "Bye-bye, brother."

"Mao Mao, bye-bye."

Lou Heming took off his gloves and gently touched her cheek. His eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses smiled warmly: "Although snow is fun, don't play for too long, or you'll get sick. If you feel cold, go inside immediately, okay?"

"Mao Mao, remember that."

Mao Mao rubbed against his palm: "Brother, be careful on the road."

"Then I'm going to work."

Lou Heming adjusted his glasses, watched his two younger brothers walk back together, and reminded Lou Yansui again to walk carefully and keep warm before going to the hospital.

Lou Hongjian took two steps when he suddenly felt a pain in his back, as if he had been hit by something.

Lou Hongjian turned his head in shock: "...Second Brother?!"

Lou Heming stood not far away, holding a ball of snow in his hand, his smile still gentle: "Ah Hong, I'm not without temper either, I won't let you hit me."

Lou Hongjian: "..."

Lou Hongjian stared blankly.

Okay, so be it, he hit someone first.

Lou Heming smiled and waved to them before getting into the car.

To make up for his mistake, Lou Hongjian put in a lot of effort on the remaining half-finished snowman.

Although he was a painter, he was also adept at sculpting, and besides, sculpting snow was always simpler than sculpting stone.

First, pile up snow to form a tall shape, then use a knife to scrape and carve out the outline. At Mao Mao's request, add and modify to create a cat's head.

Mao Mao cheered: "Big cat!"

Lou Hongjian then took a small knife and carved and drew on the cat's head, drawing cat eyes, cat whiskers, and cat mouth. He looked at it from left to right and felt it was too monotonous.

He tore two buttons off his coat and was just about to put them on the cat's eye when Mao Mao shook her head: "Not this color."

Lou Hongjian looked at the black button in his hand: "Hmm..."

The old lady's cat had heterochromia (different colored eyes).

Inside the house, the ladies also got up.

It was too cold outside, so they just drank hot tea and watched the three of them playing outside through the glass window. When they encountered a bottleneck, the third concubine looked around and waved to Mao Mao.

"Mao Mao, come here."

She pulled two strands of yarn from Xia Xiaoxiang's yarn basket, one blue and one yellow, and used the yarn to wrap the two buttons, making them the same color as the big white cat's eyes.

When Mao Mao happily ran back with two buttons in her hands, Lou Hongjian had already piled up two chubby cat paws and a cat tail on the snowman.

After attaching the cat's eyes, he took off his own scarf and put it on the snowman. Looking at the snow in front of him... Snow Cat. At Mao Mao's constant requests, the snowman had completely transformed into the shape of a big white cat.

"Not bad." Lou Hongjian stroked his chin, admired the work for a moment, and nodded in satisfaction: "It's truly a fine piece of work!"

Mao Mao tilted her head back, looking at the tall, fat snow cat in front of her, which was even taller than herself. Her eyes sparkled with admiration.

"Brother is amazing!"

Lou Hongjian said smugly, "Right? Aren't I Mao Mao's favorite older brother?"

Mao Mao shouted loudly, "Is it... um?"

She blinked and turned to look at her fourth brother, who was covering his mouth.

Lou Yansui looked disgusted: "Third Brother, don't take this opportunity to deceive Mao Mao."

"How is this deception? This is Mao Mao's honest opinion." Lou Hongjian lowered his head and asked Mao Mao, "Isn't that right, Mao Mao?"

Lou Yansui: "Mao Mao, he just hit you."

"I already said, I didn't do it on purpose!"

"I'm going to tell Dad."

"Ah Sui!!!"

Mao Mao's mouth was covered, so she couldn't speak. She tilted her little head up and watched her two older brothers bickering, gesturing with her little hands and making muffled baby noises in her throat.

Lou Yansui released her hand: "What's wrong, Mao Mao?"

“Brother, draw.” Mao Mao pointed to herself, then to the big fat snow cat next to her: “Mao Mao, and the cat.” She drew a big circle with her little hand: “Draw it.”

After she finished speaking, her eyes sparkled as she looked expectantly at her third brother.

Painting was Lou Hongjian's specialty, and besides, the snowflakes were fleeting. Building a snowman with his sister for the first time was indeed worth recording.

However, there is a way that is more convenient than drawing.

Lou Hongjian ran into the house, and when he came out again, he was holding a camera in his hand.

“Nothing is as convenient as a camera when it comes to drawing.” He raised the camera and pointed it at his sister, whose eyes were wide open. His charming eyes smiled and said, “Mao Mao, stand next to the snowman and I’ll take your picture.”

Mao Mao hasn't had her picture taken yet!

She listened to her brother and stood next to the big fat snow cat, her body straight, her little hands unsure of where to go, looking to her fourth brother for help.

Lou Yansui helped her into a position: "Mao Mao, don't blink, look at Third Brother."

Mao Mao immediately turned her head, tried to open her eyes wide, and stared at her third brother without blinking, her cheeks taut with tension.

Lou Hongjian pressed the shutter, and after a flash, the first group photo of his younger brother and sister with the snowman was captured.

Without putting down his camera, he said excitedly, "I've put in a new roll of film so I can take more pictures. Ah Sui, you stand over there too."

Lou Yansui pursed her lips, stood next to her younger sister, held her little hand, and looked at the camera shyly.

After he finished taking pictures, he learned how to use a camera from his third brother and then helped Lou Hongjian take pictures.

The three of them shakily entered the house only after the entire roll of film was used up.

The three of them played in the snow all morning. The second concubine asked the kitchen to cook ginger soup, and when the three of them came into the house, each of them drank a bowl.

The ginger soup was too spicy, so Lou Hongjian and Lou Yansui drank it very slowly. Mao Mao gulped it down first, then chased after the big white cat, leaving two wet paw prints on the floor.

Xia Xiaoxiang hurriedly chased after her: "Mao Mao, why are your socks wet?!"

"Uh, I don't know."

Xia Xiaoxiang caught the running child and said, "Let me see if your clothes are wet... Luckily, they're not."

She carried Mao Mao upstairs to change her clothes, muttering all the way, "It's so cold, and you're still wearing wet clothes. Be careful you don't catch a cold."

Mao Mao nestled in her mother's arms, her legs tucked up: "Mao Mao won't get sick~"

"I'm not sick, I'm not sick. The medicine tastes awful, you definitely won't like it."

The voices gradually faded into the distance.

Achoo!

Lou Hongjian suddenly sneezed.

He rubbed his nose in confusion, the itch returning: "...Achoo!"

Lou Hongjian: "..."

Lou Yansui glanced at him, picked up her bowl, stood up, and sat far away from him.