Tang Huan stood beside him, looking down, and asked curiously, "Can you tell what's in the painting?"

If it wasn't drawn by Tang Huan, the most she could guess was a rabbit and a chicken.

Meng Zeyan looked at it carefully for half a minute, but seemed unsure: "You drew a bear?"

He had seen the bear before. It looked both like and unlike the one Xiao Huan drew. It was similar in spirit but not in form.

Tang Huan was surprised that he could actually recognize so many footprints!

Meng Zeyan continued, "Rabbit, chicken."

Tang Huan tilted his head and tried every direction. Forget about other things, how did the bear see it?

He smiled and explained to her: "As long as you can tell which ones are your footprints, it's easy to see."

Taking a look at the footprints below, Tang Huan nodded. It seemed quite simple when he said it, so was it her problem that she couldn't tell them apart?

Meng Zeyan looked down at the building and said softly, "It's really cute."

I can imagine what she looks like downstairs.

Tang Huan felt that he was not praising the painting, but her!

A slight blush appeared on her fair little face, and she was embarrassed to look up at him.

"Do you want to build a snowman?" Meng Zeyan asked her again.

Tang Huan was a little excited. Who doesn’t want to build a big snowman?

"I want to~"

After saying something to Xing Cui, Meng Zeyan took Tang Huan downstairs.

There were already quite a few people downstairs shoveling snow with shovels, most of them were soldiers who had returned for lunch.

There were also female comrades making snowmen, several of them working together.

Wang Li was watching the fun with his children. When he saw Meng Zeyan bringing Tang Huan downstairs, he waved at Tang Huan and said, "Comrade Tang, come over and build a snowman with us!"

The woman who was making a snowman turned around and waved at her, "Come and help me~"

"Okay~"

Tang Huan took two steps in their direction, then slowly quickened his pace and trotted over.

I walked over to the female comrades and squatted down. They were all wearing thick gloves, so it was inconvenient to make snowballs. It took two or three people working together to roll one.

As soon as she came over, the female comrade next to her smiled and said to her, "Let's work together to make one, shall we?"

"Okay." Tang Huan had never made a snowman before, so he basically just imitated the movements of the female comrades around him.

The two of them worked together quite well. When they were halfway through building the snowball, Tang Huan turned around and looked for Meng Zeyan.

He was shoveling snow in the crowd and I don't know what he was saying to the people next to him.

After she finished speaking, she seemed to notice something and looked over here. She quickly turned around and chatted with the female comrade.

The lesbians all knew each other, except Tang Huan. Although they were curious about her, no one asked any overly sharp questions.

In addition, Wang Li would chat from time to time, and when Tang Huan encountered a difficult question, Wang Li would speak first to change the subject.

The men shoveled the snow very quickly, and soon they had shoveled the snow on the open space into a big pile.

After shoveling the snow, most of the men went home, and the few who stayed walked towards them.

Captain Liu came over first, picked up his son, and took Wang Li home first.

The remaining male comrades came over to help stack the big snowballs they had made. Five big snowballs stacked together looked more like candied haws than snowmen.

The surface of the snowball is not very smooth. It not only looks like a candied haws, but also an uneven candied haws.

It's not very visually appealing, but the five big snowballs stacked together are quite tall.

Those who came to help were the husbands of the comrades, most of whom looked young.

After making the snowman, she followed her husband home and waved to Tang Huan with a smile before leaving.

Tang Huan also smiled and waved. There were two lesbians whose names she didn't know, but she chatted with them for a while. Those who came to build a snowman on a whim were all young lesbians who had not been married for long.