It tells the story of a little dumpling picked up by Yilin's house, and the whole house loved him like crazy.
The early wind was biting and biting, and it rolled up the broken snow and slapped the cracks in the old window lattice, making a whimpering sound.
Mao hour has not yet arrived, the sky has not yet opened, and everything is dark. The little girl Nuan'er, who was only three years old, had already opened her eyes and quickly got up from the haystack that was barely protected from the cold. She skillfully touched the thin cotton-padded jacket, which was patched with patches and washed white, and put it on rustlingly.
With the faint snowy light coming in from the broken window, she turned to look at her mother, Luo Luo Wan, who was still "sleeping" on the other side of the haystack. Her small brows furrowed tightly, forming a Chinese character "Sichuan" that was very inconsistent with her age.
Concept: fantasy story