Ten years of film queen, finally became a top star

Chapter 259 Snowball fight

The European-style floor-to-ceiling windows were half blocked by flannel curtains, and the white snow fell silently on the ground, piling up into a thick goose down blanket.

Zhuang Leyi noticed outside at some point and pointed at the window and said in surprise: "It's snowing!"

Xue Qingyu teased, "You haven't grown up yet? You don't want to go out and play in the snow, do you?"

I hadn't thought of this at first, but when he mentioned it, Zhuang Leyi actually had an idea, "Yes! We can go out and have a snowball fight!"

Yu Jiang looked at him speechlessly, "You are old? Why are you still so childish?"

"Hehe, this is called having a childlike heart." Shamelessness is also a skill. He was so shameless that he shook his shoulders and started to act like a spoiled child. "Play with me, play with me!"

Xue Qingyu, who was disgusted, quickly held him down and said, "Play! Act normal first!"

Having achieved his goal, Zhuang Leyi immediately calmed down, nodded obediently, and waited for his ex-brother-in-law to organize people to play with him.

Xue Qingyu solemnly clasped his hands and bowed to the others, "I'm sure you've all seen that my brother has been mentally retarded for many years, so you should just show your love."

Everyone laughed out loud at his amusement. Seeing that no one objected, Xue Qingyu ordered people to find some thick clothes.

Yu Jiang had no intention of playing tricks on her unreliable cousin, so she didn't change her clothes. She just put on an ankle-length white mink coat over her lavender skirt.

The fountain pool in the ancient castle was filled with snow. Two young lovers, Yi Ling and Song Yue, were chasing each other and having a snowball fight around the fountain pool.

Zhuang Leyi focused on hitting Li Huaisong, and felt that the snowballs Kong Lingxi made for him were not powerful enough, so he had to squeeze them hard before throwing them out.

At the beginning, his accuracy might not be enough, but later on, everyone was sure to throw the snowball in his face. The solid snowballs broke into pieces on his face. Fortunately, his face did not move, otherwise he would have been beaten to a serious extent.

Li Huaisong restrained himself at first and tried not to fight back, but later he became so anxious that he could not care about anything else except playing snowball fight.

The battle was fierce ahead, and Yu Jiang and Xue Qingyu stood at the door porch with their hands in their pockets, watching like two patriarchs.

Yu Jiang sighed, "It's a pity that we are the only ones who have grown up."

Xue Qingyu said: "Who asked us to shoulder such an important responsibility? The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility."

After thinking for a while, Yu Jiang patted his shoulder and said, "I can return to my childhood innocence, but you are the most pitiful one."

“Humph.” Xue Qingyu sneered and counterattacked: “It doesn’t matter, I have Xiaoxiao to accompany me.”

Yu Jiang's originally playful expression immediately turned cold. She felt sad when she thought of her poor brother. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that she was not a good sister.

Before she could finish feeling sad, a snowball hit her in the face, interrupting her mood.

Xue Qingyu had stood three steps away without anyone noticing, with a provocative look on his face, ready to throw a snowball.

Is Yu Jiang the type who doesn't fight back? He immediately made a snowball from the railing under the corridor and threw it at him viciously.

Xue Qingyu reacted quickly, turned around, and the snowball shattered on his back.

When his attempt failed the first time, Yu Jiang came again, and even ran to the fountain pool to directly take the ammunition that Kong Lingxi and Lou Jingyue had prepared for their respective boyfriends.

Now it can be seen that Xue Qingyu has foreign ancestry. The way he jumps left and right to dodge snowballs is like an incompletely evolved giant white monkey.

Yu Jiang was furious because his attacks were frequently avoided. He shouted at the four people who were still fighting, "Guys! Chinese people don't fight Chinese people!"

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Leyi and Li Huaisong stopped fighting and looked at each other, then turned their gazes to the only foreigner, Xue Qingyu.

Yu Jiang pointed in his direction and said, "Defeat the British enemy!"

At the command, a situation of five people besieging one person was formed. No matter how agile Xue Qingyu was, he could not withstand such a group fight.

There was no time to make a snowball. Xue Qingyu hid with his head in his hands and shouted, "I am also Chinese! My heart is red!"

Of course, no one listened to his pleas for mercy and rebelled. Lou Jingyue and Kong Lingxi were responsible for making a snowball, while the remaining three directly suppressed the attack with firepower.

The battle situation gradually became clear. Xue Qingyu didn't even have the chance to beg for mercy in the end. As soon as he opened his mouth, snow poured into it. Even his hair was covered with snow.

At the end of the fight, Xue Qingyu pulled out a white silk scarf from somewhere and threw it out to surrender, and they stopped with satisfaction.

The battle was over, those charging on the front line felt exhausted, but the two who were ensuring the ammunition were still not satisfied.

Lou Jingyue and Kong Lingxi were planning to build a snowman in the yard, while the others were standing under the porch dusting off the snow.

Without a beginning or an end, Zhuang Leyi suddenly said, "By the way, I heard that Mr. Li is dying, right?"

Xue Qingyu nodded in understanding, "It is said that it will not be until spring. The old man wants to divide the family property according to the number of people, and the younger generations are anxious."

When Li Huaisong was getting nervous, Zhuang Leyi was talking as if he was really gossiping, "I know this, the pop diva that Li Huaiyin married is already pregnant, I wonder if the child can be born when the family property is divided."

"I think I can catch up," Xue Qingyu also chatted casually, "Even if I can't catch up, it doesn't matter. The old man loves his eldest grandson the most."

The two of them were chatting happily. Li Huaisong was comforting himself nervously on the side. Just when he felt a little relieved, he was suddenly spoken to again.

Zhuang Leyi tilted his head and asked him, "Hey, come to think of it, you and the grandchildren of the Li family use the same character, and your surname is the same as well."

Xue Qingyu interrupted him, "How are they the same? The last character of the Li family's grandchildren is a left-middle-right structure, and putting the character Song in the middle would look inconsistent."

The two of them went into the house talking and laughing. Li Huaisong, who had prepared his words, didn't even have the chance to explain himself.

Just as he relaxed his tense nerves, Yu Jiang beside him suddenly said, "Mr. Li should also go back to fulfill his filial duties, right? Don't let him become unconscious by then and it will be too late."

Yu Jiang also went in without giving him a chance to explain, leaving Li Huaisong alone in the corridor. He felt the cold wind carrying snowflakes hitting his face like a knife.

After a long pause, Li Huaisong finally walked in, only to find that Zhuang Leyi was blocking him at the door.

"We all know what we need to know. You have achieved your goal. Don't forget to be decent in the end."

As a love-brained person, Zhuang Leyi is still a little worried about Lou Jingyue's state after the breakup when she knows the truth. What he hopes most is to keep her in the dark.

Li Huaisong nodded woodenly, and went upstairs in a daze to change his clothes. When he came out, he saw Xue Qingyu again.

He patted Li Huaisong on the shoulder and said, "It hasn't been easy for Xiao Li these years, but no matter what, you have to tell the truth at the end of a relationship, right?"

Li Huaisong was completely confused. Just now, Zhuang Leyi's intention was obviously not to let him speak, but when he went upstairs, he wanted to speak directly.

He is a lowly person and his words carry no weight, so he has to listen to everyone, but can you at least reach a consensus?