Chapter 376: 0237 The Difference Between a Young Lady and Nuwa (2-in-1)_2
Also... a snowball fight?
The lady wouldn’t fight with her husband, but... she was indeed a bit interested.
Yun Qian bent down and seized a handful of snow, closed her eyes, gathered her strength for a full half-minute, then when she opened her eyes again, a snowy white ball appeared in her hand, looking soft and fluffy like a pastry, lightly pressing on it would leave a fingerprint.
This was the snowball Yun Qian made.
Thinking about it, hitting someone with it wouldn’t hurt, just like her, soft and gentle.
Yun Qian walked to Xu Chang’an’s back.
"Miss, wait a moment." Xu Chang’an said upon feeling Yun Qian approaching, "I’ll clear the path and smooth out the accumulated snow, so later it would be convenient for you to build a snowman... ah..."
Xu Chang’an had just said half of a sentence when he felt a cluster of snowflakes hit the back of his head, the residual snowflakes entering his neck, sending a chill through him.
Xu Chang’an: "..."
He felt the snowflakes melting on his back and slowly turned around, meeting Miss Yun’s moist and clear eyes.
"Miss, what are you doing?" Xu Chang’an chuckled, tossed aside the shovel in his hand, and approached her.
"I wanted to try it." Yun Qian said, then saw Xu Chang’an lean closer; in the span of a sentence his forehead almost touched her cheek.
"Try it? Something from a book again?"
"Hmm."
"Never mind, it doesn’t matter where you read it." Xu Chang’an bent down, picked up a clump of snowflakes, "Can I interpret this as a provocation from you?"
"Eh..." Yun Qian was stunned for a moment, looking at Xu Chang’an’s smile that spilled out like that of a mischievous person, dumbfounded.
It seemed... somewhat different from what she imagined.
Xu Chang’an seemed quite interested.
"I’m afraid of the cold." Yun Qian gently stepped back, clutching her collar tightly.
"I know, the lady values reciprocity more than anything." Xu Chang’an squinted his eyes: "I gave her spiritual power for protection, even if it’s a bit cold, she won’t catch a cold—a rare opportunity... heh."
"..."
Yun Qian hadn’t said anything yet when she saw Xu Chang’an had already started to pile up snowballs, and unlike her soft and weak efforts, Xu Chang’an simply rubbed his hands together and a solid snowball appeared.
Immediately, Xu Chang’an threw the snowball on the ground to roll, circling around Yun Qian, then picked it up... it was a snowball bigger than the lady’s head.
"This..." Yun Qian’s eyelashes fluttered.
Is he going to throw this snowball at her?
Yun Qian rarely had a feeling of wanting to retreat.
Maybe she shouldn’t have thrown that snowball?
"Go." Xu Chang’an gently tossed, and the snowball rolled a very short distance before falling to the ground, then rolled all the way to the edge of Yun Qian’s dress.
He pinched his thumb and forefinger together, making a snapping motion.
"Boom."
A small muffled sound.
The snowball instantly exploded.
Yun Qian stepped back slightly, but still some snowflakes splashed onto her neck, melting into water while taking away warmth, causing Yun Qian to shiver slightly.
But a tiny bit of cold didn’t matter anymore.
"Is this... my room?" Yun Qian’s beautiful eyes stared at the snow sculpture left at the original spot after the snowball exploded—it was none other than her boudoir on the island, extremely lifelike with the bed, dressing table, and wardrobe.
"No, it’s our room." Xu Chang’an reminded Yun Qian, then reached out to wipe away the snow from Yun Qian’s neck, shaking his head: "Sadly, it’s made with spiritual power. My method isn’t skillful enough; if I carved it by hand, it would surely be better."
"It’s already very good." Yun Qian squatted down, reaching out to touch the snow sculpture on the ground but hesitated, afraid of ruining the shape of the room, "I thought... that was a snowball meant to be thrown at me."
"I have to be willing." Xu Chang’an shrugged.
The lady was "heartless," so he couldn’t be "unrighteous."
Even if he had protected Yun Qian from catching a cold with Spiritual Qi, he wouldn’t throw a snowball at her. You know, he insisted on Yun Qian wearing gloves just to build a snowman.
"I... also can’t bear to." Yun Qian nodded, thinking that her husband’s handiwork, such a beautiful room... would be a waste throwing it at her.
Squandering treasures would surely bring down thunderbolts.
"Miss, the kind of willingness I mentioned—is it the same thing as yours?" Xu Chang’an covered his face.
"Perhaps?" Yun Qian blinked.
"Whatever it is, never mind. Miss, try making a snowman; it’s probably just a big ball with a small ball stacked on top. I’ve drawn it before, you should remember." Xu Chang’an finished speaking, placed the snowman-building tools aside, then picked up the shovel on one side, starting to shovel snow.
Speaking of which, shoveling snow was quite interesting, watching the layers of accumulated snow being cleared away brought a strange sense of satisfaction.
He didn’t avoid working with Yun Qian, he simply looked forward to seeing what the lady would come up with if he didn’t guide her from the side.
"I’ll try." Yun Qian mimicked Xu Chang’an’s style, starting to roll snowballs and then rolling them on the ground.
——
A long time later.
When Xu Chang’an walked over with a shovel from a distance, he saw Yun Qian standing, staring at the snowman in front of her.
Xu Chang’an looked at the outright disproportioned, not even spherical "snowman," unable to resist the twitching of his eye.
"How is it?" Yun Qian turned around and asked Xu Chang’an.
"It’s really... cute." Xu Chang’an said.
"Cute?" Yun Qian heard this, scrutinizing this un-humanoid, indescribable plaything in front of her, as if feeling a bit confused: "Is it really cute?"
The lady suddenly was not very happy.
Because he sometimes said she was cute too.
Could it be that her husband’s definition of cute was so casual?
"Cute... adorably ugly." Xu Chang’an said earnestly, "Comparing with the clay figures you’ve made before, this time shows great progress; at least it can be seen as a person, right? Look at the snowman’s head, bald, so much like a monk."
Remember last time Yun Qian crouched in the muddy water making mud dolls, those were downright ugly—not just bad looking, didn’t even resemble humans, with arms molded like tentacles.
This time at least showed improvement.
However, as Xu Chang’an finished speaking, he realized.
Last time making mud dolls was in a dream.
Not something that truly happened.
"Am I making progress? Hmm." Yun Qian didn’t think too much, nodded, looked at her pale fingers: "I... am not good at this."
She wished she had Nuwa’s skills.
Could mold beautiful creatures, never needing to worry about being without daughters then.
Right now...
What she molded, Xu Chang’an hadn’t considered a monstrosity that needed slaying with a sword, which was his tolerance.
"Honestly not great. If Miss were in my hometown, craftsmanship class would definitely score negatively." Xu Chang’an laughed: "You also mentioned wanting to learn cooking from me..."
What kind of dark culinary creations would result from all this?
Xu Chang’an dared not imagine.
"Sure enough, it doesn’t look good, does it." Yun Qian looked at the snowman.
"It’s not about looking good or bad, it... I can only say adorably ugly, with great style." Xu Chang’an said with difficulty: "Lifelike, hmm, lifelike, see the fingerprints you left for eyes—it even almost looks alive."
Of course, he liked it very much.
If not in a dream, Xu Chang’an would surely find a way to preserve this snowman so when in a bad mood later, he could glance at it for a sure laugh.
"Lifelike..." Yun Qian upon hearing this looked at Xu Chang’an and said: "Do you see it also like it’s alive?"
Also?
Alive?
Xu Chang’an didn’t fully understand, but he knew the lady didn’t grasp subtle speech, so he said: "I’m just joking, honestly speaking it’s not that good looking, later I’ll teach you to make a beautiful one."
"I understand." Yun Qian nodded, watching the snowman’s head, those gradually falling pitch-black streaks.
Seeing the "snowman" staring back with black-hole eyes flashing with eerie brilliance—a horrifying phantom or nightmare, reflecting in the snow brightly with a strange hue.
"Indeed." Yun Qian lifted her skirt.
Her husband’s words reminded her to be mindful when crafting these things herself.
Yun Qian picked up the shovel from the roadside and chopped off the snowman’s head.