Chapter 126 (Updated 1261)

126:

When I came out after watching the movie, it was already completely dark.

Mu Shaoyan took a taxi, first dropping Duan Yi off at home, and then went home with Ye Qingxi.

Mu Feng was still awake. Seeing them return, he asked, "Why are you back so late?"

"I was supposed to come back after dinner, but I suddenly wanted to see a movie, so my uncle and brother Duan Yi went to see a movie with me," Ye Qingxi explained.

Seeing that he was accompanying him to the movies, Mu Feng didn't say anything, only asking, "Was it good?"

"It's alright," Ye Qingxi said.

I was watching a drama film.

He wasn't a five-year-old after all, so he didn't actually make Mu Shaoyan and Duan Yi buy tickets for the animated film. Instead, he picked a drama film that seemed to have a larger budget.

As it turns out, big investments do sometimes have some effect; at least the plot wasn't too bad, but it wasn't particularly exciting.

The decline of the film industry is the same in any world.

As a former industry professional, Ye Qingxi has watched many movies. However, the more he watches, the more he feels that current movies are more fast-paced than those of the past, lacking the aesthetics of light, shadow, and color.

It seems like they're just telling a story, or even not telling a story well at all.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of Mu Shaowu, the only film and television worker in the family. He wondered what Mu Shaowu was doing now.

The Lunar New Year is approaching, and he should be back soon.

When Ye Qingxi didn't think of him, it was fine, but when she did, she couldn't help but miss him more.

I really hope the New Year comes soon.

Duan Yi returned home, washed up, and was about to go to sleep when he saw two new messages on his phone.

He clicked on it, and it was Mu Shaoyan.

Mu Shaoyan: [Red Envelope]

Mu Shaoyan: [Thank you so much, Teacher Duan. Words cannot express my gratitude. This small red envelope is just a token of my appreciation.]

Duan Yi clicked on it and saw that it was 9999.

Duan Yi: ...You call this "little"?

Duan Yi: [Too many.]

He returned 9900.

Mu Shaoyan refused to accept it.

Mu Shaoyan: [Please respect my status as a rich second-generation heir; don't insult me ​​with the threat of a refund.]

Duan Yi: ...

With only five days left until the Chinese New Year, Mu Shaoyan finally got a holiday.

However, it was of no use. Duan Yi, the teacher who received the huge red envelope of 9999, gave him twenty sets of test papers and told him to do them during the holiday.

Mu Shaoyan: !!!

"You should know that our teacher assigned homework for the winter break, right?!"

Duan Yi said in a calm tone: "Please respect my status as a teacher and don't insult me ​​with other teachers' winter vacation homework."

Mu Shaoyan: ? ? ?

Mu Shaoyan: ...

Well, you've all learned to copy his sentence structure!

What could Mu Shaoyan say?

Mu Shaoyan could only go home and obediently do his homework, continuing to immerse himself in the sea of ​​questions.

That afternoon, Mu Shaoting was sitting in the living room watching TV with Ye Qingxi when he suddenly saw white snowflakes falling outside.

"It's snowing!" she exclaimed in surprise.

She walked to the window, opened it, and snowflakes were blown in front of her by the wind.

Mu Shaoting was pleasantly surprised. It really was! "Xiao Xi, it's snowing."

Ye Qingxi was also pleasantly surprised.

Although this winter is cold, it hasn't snowed yet.

He and Pei Liang had originally planned to have a snowball fight on the school playground when it snowed, but because there was no snow, they never got to do it.

Unexpectedly, it rained just two days before the New Year.

Mu Shaoting closed the window and looked at him, "Let the snow fall for a while. When it snows more heavily, Auntie will take you out to play."

"Mm." Ye Qingxi nodded.

The two continued watching television.

By the time we finished watching two episodes of TV, the snow had almost completely fallen.

Mu Shaoting helped Ye Qingxi put on a down jacket, a scarf, and gloves.

She looked at the little marshmallows on Ye Qingxi's gloves and smiled, "So cute."

"It was also a gift from my aunt," Ye Qingxi said.

A few days ago, Qin Luan finally finished knitting the gloves for Ye Qingxi and Qin Cheng.

After recovering from her illness, she focused on recuperating, and even when knitting gloves, she did so only intermittently, not daring to overexert herself.

Fortunately, she was skilled and managed to knit both pairs of gloves before the New Year, giving one pair to each of her two children.

These gloves also have white stitching, but the difference is that they are decorated with white rabbit fur along the edges. They are fluffy and look especially cute when worn by Ye Qingxi.

"Sister-in-law is quite skillful," Mu Shaoting remarked.

She can't do it; she doesn't know how to do any of these things.

She glanced at him appreciatively, then took Ye Qingxi's hand and went out with him.

The wind has stopped, but the snow is still falling.

Cotton Candy curiously followed Ye Qingxi out, leaving a series of cute cat paw prints on the snow, before running back into the house because her feet were so cold.

Ye Qingxi burst into laughter.

Mu Shaoting asked him, "Xiao Xi, would you like to build a snowman?"

Ye Qingxi thought it was a good idea.

The two quickly started fighting.

Mu Shaoting rolled a large ball, while Ye Qingxi rolled a small ball.

Mu Shaoting looked at his little round ball and thought it was too small, so he rolled around with it.

Mu Shaoyan had just finished his homework and was about to look at the snow when he saw his sister secretly building a snowman with his nephew behind his back!

So Mu Shaoyan quickly grabbed his coat and ran out.

He took two grapes and a carrot from the kitchen.

"Mu Shaoting, what's wrong with you? You didn't even call me when you were building a snowman!" Mu Shaoyan pushed open the door, walked into the courtyard, and said with dissatisfaction.

Mu Shaoting straightened up, turned to look at him, and said matter-of-factly, "Aren't you supposed to be doing a test?"

“Even machines need rest!” Mu Shaoyan said.

"So, Mu Shaoji, you're going to rest now?"

Ye Qingxi was amused by her "Young Master Mu" nickname.

Mu Shaoyan snorted, picked up the small round ball that had been rolled on the ground, and placed it on the large round ball not far away. It was just the right size.

He took out the grapes and carrots from his pocket and put them on the snowman's head.

Seeing this, Mu Shaoting went to find his own red scarf and woolen hat and put them on the snowman.

"They're quite cute," she said.

Ye Qingxi nodded; she was very cute.

He took a picture with his smartwatch.

Mu Shaoting said, "Xiao Xi, come over here, Auntie will take a picture of you and the snowman."

"Okay," Ye Qingxi replied.

He walked over to the snowman and raised his hand to make a peace sign.

Mu Shaoting took several pictures with her phone and showed them to him, "Aren't they cute?"

"That's because our Xiaoxi is cute," Mu Shaoyan said.

Mu Shaoting nodded, "That's true."

Ye Qingxi felt a little embarrassed by what they said, so she quickly asked them to stand next to the snowman and take a picture with it.

As soon as these words were spoken, the two siblings started arguing about who should side with Ye Qingxi.

“Xiao Xi and I built it first, so it’s first come, first served. You go over to the snowman, Xiao Xi and I will stay on the other side,” Mu Shaoting said matter-of-factly.

"Men on the left, women on the right. Xiaoxi and I are men, so we'll stand on the left. This snowman is obviously a woman, so she'll stand on the right with you. So you should go over to the snowman."

Mu Shaoyan spoke with conviction.

"Mu Shaoyan, I'm your sister." Mu Shaoting said bluntly.

"Mu Shaoting, would it kill you to let me have my way?" Mu Shaoyan begged desperately.

Ye Qingxi: ...

"Xiao Xi, who do you think should stand next to you?" Mu Shaoting and Mu Shaoyan turned to look at Ye Qingxi.

Ye Qingxi: ...

Ye Qingxi smiled and pointed to the people around her with both fingers, "Perhaps there's room for two people to stand next to me."

So Mu Shaoting quickly stood between Ye Qingxi and the snowman.

Mu Shaoyan stood on the other side of Ye Qingxi—although he was a bit far from the snowman, who cared about the snowman anyway?

The snowman, ignored by everyone, stood alone on the far right, adorably keeping company with the lively humans around him.

After taking the photos, Ye Qingxi poked its cold, snowy face, then made a new snowball, preparing to build another small snowman.

Mu Shaoting and Mu Shaoyan rushed over to help him.

In no time, the little snowman was born.

It stood next to a large snowman wearing a scarf and hat, looking small and cute.

"It looks like you, baby." Mu Shaoting bent down and put her arm around his shoulder. "Doesn't it look like you and your aunt standing together?"

Ye Qingxi hadn't thought of it before, but now that she heard her say it and looked at it again, she realized that it really did make sense.

"Then I'll go get the hats and scarves I don't need."

“Okay,” Mu Shaoting said with a smile.

“Then I’ll have one too.” Mu Shaoyan pointed to the other side of the snowman. “I’ll pile it up here.”

"Why are you everywhere?" Mu Shaoting said disdainfully. "Are you a copycat?"

"I am being fair, just, and transparent."

Mu Shaoyan looked at Ye Qingxi and said, "Come on, baby, let's build another big snowman with Uncle."

“Okay,” Ye Qingxi said. “Then we can stack five in total, including Dad and Grandpa.”

Mu Shaoting: ...

Mu Shaoyan: ...

Who wants to have his dad and his brother together?

Can't they build it themselves?!

The answer is, of course, no.

Moreover, Ye Qingxi wanted to pile it up.

So the two of them could only accompany the prince in building a snowman.

After the five snowmen were finished, Mu Shaoyan went back to get his hat and scarf, Ye Qingxi went to get his and Mu Shaowu's hats and scarves, and Mu Shaoting proudly went to find her old father to get his hat and scarf.

"Is it possible that your grandfather doesn't wear a hat?" Mu Shaoting asked his little nephew.

"I remember wearing it when I played golf, and I think I also wore it when I went fishing," Mu Shaoyan recalled.

"Then go ask for it." Mu Shaoting looked at him.

"I'll go then." Mu Shaoyan was not afraid at all.

When Mu Feng heard that he and Mu Shaoting had helped Ye Qingxi build five snowmen, he asked with concern, "Did his hands get cold?"

"No, I would never let him lay a hand on me. Most of the time, I'm the one who's making things snowball."

Mu Feng nodded. "That's about all you're good for."

Mu Shaoyan: ...

Mu Shaoyan was speechless. "Why don't you care if my hands are frozen?"

Mu Feng: ...

Mu Feng scoffed, "You're eighteen years old, not eighteen months old. Don't you know whether you're cold or not?"

Mu Shaoyan: ...Would it kill you to care about your son?!

Do you know that I was the one who rolled your snowman head?

I should have just chopped your head off!

Mu Shaoyan felt utterly rebellious in his heart.

However, he only dared to be unrestrained in his heart; on the surface, he remained obedient.

The five snowmen were quickly decorated.

Ye Qingxi happily took the photos, then ran to the study and asked Mu Feng to come down and look at them.

Mu Feng looked at the five snowmen of various sizes in front of him, then at Ye Qingxi's happy smiling face, and patted his head. "They're fine."

Ye Qingxi also thought it was pretty good.

"Grandpa, why don't you take a picture with us?"

“Okay,” Mu Feng replied.

Mu Shaoting called Zhang Sao to help them take pictures. The group stood behind their respective snowmen, and although it was winter, it was surprisingly warm.

After Zhang Sao finished filming, Mu Feng went back.

He didn't stop Ye Qingxi from continuing to play in the snow—it's a rare snowfall, and the child enjoys it, so let her play a little longer.

Ye Qingxi looked at the snowman that belonged to Mu Shaowu and felt a little regretful. If his father were here, he could take a picture with them and the snowman.

But his father won't be back for another day.

Ye Qingxi sighed, took a separate picture of Mu Shaowu's snowman, and then took another picture of his snowman, planning to Photoshop them together when she got back.

There was nothing he could do; his father wasn't around, and all the good spots next to his little snowman had been taken by his aunt and uncle.

Ye Qingxi had just finished filming when Mu Shaoting called out to him, "Xiaoxi, come here, let's have a snowball fight."

"Oh." Ye Qingxi quickly ran towards her.

The snowmen were built in the front yard, so the snowball fight naturally had to take place in the backyard—to avoid actually knocking some of the snowmen's heads off.

Mu Shaoting rolled a small snowball and said with a smile, "Xiao Xi, your uncle and I are on one team, and you're on your own. We're going to beat you up!"

Ye Qingxi: Huh?!

Mu Shaoyan was also shocked, "What nonsense are you talking about! Xiao Xi, let's team up, I'll beat her up with you!"

However, Mu Shaoyan soon discovered that his sister was indeed his sister!

His sister has eaten three more years' worth of food than him, and that was definitely worth it!

The game of snowball fight is all about the back-and-forth interaction, so right now, Mu Shaoting is focused on attacking Ye Qingxi, and Ye Qingxi is focused on retaliating against Mu Shaoting. The two are fighting so fiercely that no one pays any attention to him!

After all, he didn't hit Ye Qingxi, he only hit Mu Shaoting, but Mu Shaoting only had eyes for Ye Qingxi!

So Mu Shaoyan quickly changed his tune, "I betrayed Xiao Xi, take this cat-shaped heart-shaped ball!"

As he spoke, Mu Shaoyan rolled a small snowball and threw it out.

Ye Qingxi: ? ? ?

Ye Qingxi was utterly shocked!

Two against one! And against a five-year-old cub!

Are you two even human?!

So he quickly rolled up his snowballs and launched them at lightning speed, "bang bang bang," hitting the siblings in front of him one by one.

The three of them fought back and forth.

Ye Qingxi fought and dodged, having a great time.

Just as he was hiding behind a tree preparing for a surprise ambush, a snowball came hurtling straight at him and hit Mu Shaoyan squarely on the forehead.

Mu Shaoyan: !!!

"Who hit me?!" Mu Shaoyan asked in confusion, as this was not the direction his nephew had just hidden.

"Me." Mu Shaowu appeared before Mu Shaoyan with a confident and righteous air.

He didn't forget to throw a snowball at his sister's forehead as well.

"You two, you dare to bully my son while I was away! You have some nerve!"

Ye Qingxi exclaimed in surprise, "Dad!"

He shouted and excitedly ran towards Mu Shaowu.

Mu Shaowu watched as he rushed over, grabbed him, spun him around twice, and then held him in his arms.

Do you miss your dad?

Ye Qingxi was both proud and shy.

He looked at him, his eyes smiling, and his heart smiling too, but he didn't say a word, just stared quietly.

Mu Shaowu couldn't resist his appearance, so he kissed him hard on the face and rubbed his forehead. "It's okay, Dad thought of it for you, so it counts as you thinking of me."

Ye Qingxi couldn't help but smile even more brightly.

His voice was soft, like sugar melting in the sun, sweet and still carrying a touch of childish innocence, "I didn't say I didn't miss you."