Xiaoguo was the first to react. She patted the snow off her hands awkwardly and looked up at the sky. Realizing that it was getting late, she looked at her companions and said, "It's getting late. Shall we leave?"
"Okay, let's go home," Mrs. Yang quickly echoed.
"Let's go." Mrs. Yang pulled Xiaohu and Xiaohua along, before giving Mr. Yang a nudge. He was still unable to tear himself away from his snowman. "Let's go."
Brother Yang reluctantly followed Yang Jia home. He hadn't had enough…
"Zhuang Zhuang, let's go back too."
Xiaoguo patted the snow off Zhuang Zhuang and dragged him home.
In the next instant, the people who were crowding around them, quickly rushed forward and began to scrutinize the erected structures.
"How novel…"
"That's right, that's right. Look how funny this looks."
"This one looks even more amusing. Hahahaha."
"Mother, look at this. What is this? Hahahaha."
"Look at this. Look at this."