Walk down the Jiexi River from the small stone bridge in the east of the village. The turning point of the stream is Maple Tree Bay. In the cold winter, the red and golden maple leaves have fallen, and only sparse branches are erect and split the sky. Other types of trees can be seen everywhere in the maple forest, such as black mulberry, osmanthus, peach trees and Gongsun trees. At this time, only bare cold branches are left.

Yan Shaoqing said: "There will be no good scenery if it doesn't snow. I wonder if it will snow before Mr. Zeng returns to his hometown at the end of the month?"

Zeng Yu looked up at the sky. When he saw Yan Shifang and others off, there was a faint sunlight in the gaps. Now the clouds are thicker, and the cold wind blows the forest, and he whistles, saying, "It may snow at any time, or it may not fall, and it is just cloudy."

Yan Shaoqing said: "No matter whether it snows or not, when Mr. Zeng comes again in the spring next year, it will be lush and green. There is also Qianshan, and the scenery is very good. If my second uncle allows it, we can also go to the seven peaks of Yuanling to visit the spring.

As the two of them spoke, they walked to the single-plank bridge in the maple forest. The girl had already heard the movement. At this time, she carried a wooden barrel to fetch water by the stream, and greeted happily: "Mr. Zeng, Brother Shaoting--"

Yan Shaoting suddenly slapped his forehead: "Mr. Zeng, I forgot something, lost my companion, lost my companion." He smiled at Yingzi across the stream, turned around and walked away quickly, which was a chance to give Zeng Yu and Yingzi a single opportunity.

Yan Shaoting walked away with the "rustling" footsteps of falling leaves. The stream in front of him was clear and silent. The girl's eyes were bright and she asked, "Have Mr. Fang Tang and the others left?"

Zeng Yu nodded and said, "Everything is gone." As he said, he walked up to the single-plank bridge, and said, "I haven't come here for a long time to check it out. Has the camellia I planted last time survived?"

Yingzi smiled and said, "I have survived and have grown new leaves."

"I'll carry it." Zeng Yu took the wooden barrel from Yingzi's hand. The barrel of water weighed more than ten pounds, which was nothing to Zeng Yu, an adult man. Yingzi was still very difficult to carry it.

Yingzi followed Zeng Yu happily. Watching Zeng Yu walk vigorously with a bucket of water, she thought to herself: "Mr. Zeng is very strong. I heard that Mr. Zeng practices martial arts all year round, and can be called both civil and military."

Lu Miaoxiang, who was wearing a black robe and round hat, stood by the wooden door, watched Zeng Yu and Yingzi walk over, and said with a smile: "You are fortunate to be Mr. Zeng."

Zeng Yu filled the water tank under the kitchen with water, walked to the front yard to see the camellia he had moved from Qianshan two months ago. As expected, new leaves had grown. He thought to Lu Miao: "The weather is getting colder and colder. I wonder if this camellia can survive this winter?"

Lu Miao wanted to lower his eyelashes and looked at the camellia plant and said softly: "This camellia is called tea and plum, which is quite cold-resistant. It should be able to survive this cold winter. Next year, Mr. Zeng will see the camellia blooming." As he said that, he looked up at Zeng Yu and asked, "Mr. Zeng will come again next year, right?" Yingying's eyes were full of expectations.

Zeng Yu hesitated for a moment and nodded, "Yes."

At this time, Yingzi came out of the hall and said, "Mr. Zeng, the tea is ready, please drink tea."

Zeng Yu entered the small wooden house hall and the first thing he saw was the small official kiln bottle on the tea table. More than two months ago, when he first came here, he saw a branch of autumn peony in the bottle. At this time, he was inserted a branch of wintersweet, which was slanted on the side, and it was about to bloom. There was a pot of daffodils beside it, but the daffodils had not yet budged.

Sitting while drinking tea, talking about the return date at the end of the month, he went to the west room to read the "Lanting Preface" written by Wen Zhengming when he was 89 years old. Zeng Yu couldn't put it down, and Lu Miao thought, "Young Master Zeng likes this character, then just take it.

Zeng Yu shook his head and said, "How can you take it for yourself just because you like it? Just see it often." As he said that, he glanced at Lu Miaoxiang-

Lu Miao wanted to turn his head to avoid Zeng Yu's gaze and said, "The last game of chess that Mr. Zeng coached Xiaozi has not been finished yet. I have time today, so why not play another game, right?"

The young girl Yaozi looked at Zeng Yu with a serious look, and Zeng Yuxin said, "Shame, once Yan Shifang and Yan Shaoting left, I will be happy in the maple wood house."

Sitting opposite the chessboard, the chess piece was cold between the fingers, and the sound of "Ding Ding" was also chilling. Lu Miao wanted to go to the kitchen to bring a small brazier to the side of the two of them, lowered her sleeves to watch the chess, and looked at Zeng Yu and Xiaozi from time to time, feeling very happy.

Yingzi's chess, like her aunt, learned from "Qiuxian Relics" and was neglected to actual combat. If Zeng Yu had not asked her to let her, the two sons would still be killed very badly. She would not compete for the game against a girl. Seeing her frown and thinking, her delicate appearance of biting her lips would be very pleasing to the eye. How could she bear to chase and fight?

When the chess reached the little official, Yingzi felt that his small loss was a foregone conclusion. She looked up at Zeng Yu and said with a hint: "Mr. Zeng, I lost."

Zeng Yu smiled and said, "Miss Yingzi plays chess very well, has clear ideas and makes choices in moderation, just play less chess, otherwise she will be stronger." Suddenly, she turned around and looked out the window and said, "Is it snowing?"

Lu Miaoxiang and Yingzi felt the sun was dim at this time. Lu Miaoxiang went to set up a wooden window and looked at it. Sure enough, seeing the tiny snowflakes flying among the banana leaves, I couldn't help but say surprise: "It's really snowing."

Yingzi also screamed happily, ran outside the house, raised her head and stretched out her hands to welcome the Chuxue. Zeng Yu also ran to the yard and said happily: "The snow has finally fallen."

The snow is getting denser and darker, and it is so blew, and the small camellia looks shriveled in the snow. Zeng Yu said, "This transplanted camellia is afraid that it can't withstand this snow, so it has to avoid the cold." He ran to the kitchen and took a hatchet, cut four maple branches and inserted them on the four corners of camellia, and then covered a piece of oil cloth. The oil cloth was very large and drooping on the ground, covering the camellia tightly, not only covering the snow, but also blocking the wind.

In less than two minutes, there was already a thin layer of snow on the ground in the yard, just like the early morning of frost. Zeng Yu walked back to the eaves with shallow footprints. Yingzi quickly brought warm water to wash his hands, and then handed the towel on him, as gentle as a bride. Lu Miaoxiang looked inside the house and smiled quietly.

Zeng Yu stood under the eaves of the wooden roof with his hands behind his back, watching the snowflakes flying in the sky, on the maple branches outside the courtyard, on the wooden grid of wood, on the dead grass in the courtyard, on the withered banana leaves, the snow slowly accumulated, getting whiter and whiter, and the snow was still getting heavier and he said to the infant around him: "I love to watch the ground slowly turn whiter, and I hope the snow will fall longer."

The girl baby giggled: "Well, so am I-Mr. Zeng, look, that tart cloth is covered by snow."

The small greenhouse that Zeng Yu built for camellia just now was already white. The snow was so heavy that if there was no shed to keep the cold, even if this camellia of the tea plum variety was cold-resistant, after all, its roots were shallow and weak, it would be difficult to survive this severe winter.

It was about Shen Shimashima, and the snow had been falling for half an hour and it was still not seen. Zeng Yu said, "Miss Lu, Miss Yingzi, I'll go back to the village first."

Lu Miao thought, "Young Master Zeng has used supper here before going back. Pomni will cook now."

Although Yan Shifang and Yan Shaoting left, Zeng Yu had to avoid suspicion, so why would he eat here? He said politely: "I dare not bother Miss Lu. I will go now after borrowing an umbrella."

Yingzi took a umbrella with oil cloth, Zeng Yu took it, and then spread it under the eaves. Countless snowflakes suddenly slammed on the umbrella cover. Zeng Yu took a few steps towards the wood door, then came back, frowned slightly, and said, "Someone is here."

It was so fast that the people came and walked without hesitation when they crossed the single-plank bridge. They were obviously agile. After a moment, they emerged from the flying snowflakes. Wearing a square hat, they soon came outside the fence. When they saw Zeng Yu standing inside the wood gate, they hurriedly said, "Mr. Zeng, my mistress has arrived in the village and invites Aunt Thirteen and Miss Yingzi to meet at Ruizhu Hall.

Zeng Yu recognized that this person was Yan Shaoqing's confidant, and asked hurriedly: "Is Mrs. Cao coming to the village?"

The healthy servant said, "Yes."

Lu Miaoxiang heard it and found it very strange. Yan Shaoqing's mother Cao has always been extremely cold and even hated Yan Shifan because she hurt Yan Shifan's eyes. At the beginning of the year, Cao returned to Fenyi with Yan Shifan. Although she lived with her, she never contacted Changyuan. Why did she come to the village today to meet her and Yingzi?

While he was confused, he heard the servant say, "My mistress came for the marriage between Mr. Zeng and Miss Yingzi. Please ask Aunt Thirteen and Miss Yingzi to go quickly. The sedan chair is waiting on the other side of the bridge. The second wife prepares a banquet in Ruizhu Hall."

Lu Miaoxiang was both surprised and happy. She was always worried that Zeng Yu would not have any news after returning to his hometown. After all, it was thousands of miles away. When she heard this, she was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "Ni, go now."

Yingzi had already blushed and said shyly: "Mom, I won't go."

Lu Miao wanted to hold Yingzi's hand and whisper: "Go with your aunt, do you feel assured to let your aunt come back alone this snowy day and muye."

Yingzi stopped talking.

There was only an umbrella on the Maple Wooden Wooden House. Zeng Yu returned the umbrella to Yingzi. He took a palm fan to cover his head and first arrived at the single-plank bridge. He saw that the narrow single-plank bridge had accumulated a layer of white snow and a string of half-horizontal footprints. This was left by the Yan servant who had just crossed the bridge. He couldn't help but worry about how Lu Miao, who had little feet, thought about crossing the bridge?

In the lemon of the snow, Lu Miaoxiang and Yingzi walked over with an umbrella. The Yan family servant followed. Lu Miaoxiang saw Zeng Yu holding a large cluster of dead grass in his hand and leaning over to clear the snow on the single-plank bridge step by step. Tears surged in the eyes of the stoic woman Bing Xin-

Lu Miaoxiang successfully crossed the single-plank bridge with Yingzi's shoulders and the other hand, and took the sedan chair to Ruizhu Hall in the village. Yan Shifang's wife Song welcomed the two of them. Zeng Yu returned to Qianshan Hall to have dinner with Yan Shaoqing. Yan Shaoqing smiled and said, "I didn't expect my mother to come here today."

When he was having supper, the snow was still falling, and it became thinner later, but the snow on the ground was already an inch thick. Zeng Yu asked Yan's servant to pay attention to when Lu Miaoxiang and Yingzi would go back to Fengshu Bay on Ruizhutang. He would definitely give him a gift on this snowy night, especially when crossing the bridge, otherwise he would not be relieved.

Around the time of Zhengxu, news came from Ruizhutang that the Thirteenth Lady Lu and Miss Yingzi were going back to the maple forest wooden house, and there were still sedan chairs to see him off. Zeng Yu and Yan Shaoqing and four servants followed him, two of whom were carrying lanterns. On the night of the twelve winter moon, if it was clear, you would see a round moon hanging high in the sky, but at this time there was still fine snow flying. The moon could not shine behind the clouds, but the snow on the ground was very bright. The lantern light shone over, bright and clear-cut.

The group walked along the snow, walked through the maple forest, and came to the single-plank bridge. They saw another layer of snow accumulated by Zeng Yu, and under the bridge was dark and gurgling streams, and there was white snow on both sides of the stream, just like Wang Wei's "Snow Stream Map".
Chapter completed!