The first snow of 1988 was only a little heavier than usual, and otherwise looked no different from previous years. But for Li Ye, it was anything but ordinary.
Because the children at home had grown up and could have snowball fights now.
Little Treasure, Little Pouch, and Xiao Youan, who had just returned from Qingshui County, were three children who had only recently learned to run. They raced wildly through the snow, occasionally looking back at the footprints they had left behind, then giggling nonstop like little fools.
It was the first time in their lives that they had left footprints in the snow. Chasing one another around with shouts and laughter, they played themselves silly.
Wen Leyu held a camera and constantly searched for the right angle, capturing the children at play and preserving these beautiful memories that were destined never to return.
After helping the children finish building a snowman, Fu Yiruo, Li Juan, and Li Ying also ran wildly around it with the three children.
They were at that age between adolescence and adulthood, when every adult around them demanded that they "be dignified and steady." They could only seize an opportunity like this to fool around a little.
As for Li Ye, already an "old father," he had no right to run wild with the children.
Decades later, a grown man messing around with children could be called "still young at heart." But in the 1980s, people would only laugh at him for "having no proper bearing."
So aside from clearing snow and supplying materials for his younger sisters to build the snowman, all he could do was work as a "photography assistant."
Posing them, changing film, passing handkerchiefs. An absolutely peerless good man.
Li Ye used a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from the