Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

the next day.

Central Avenue.

The sub-zero temperatures of minus thirty degrees Celsius have turned the entire century-old street into a natural ice sculpture museum, and even the air you breathe in smells of ice shards.

Long queues formed at roadside stalls selling Madier popsicles, with locals and tourists alike enjoying one in hand, their breath steaming in the cold wind, creating a unique scene in the ice city.

Dongdong was also holding one in his hand. The sweetness of the cream made him temporarily forget the cold, and he ate it until his face was covered in cream.

He suddenly stopped and stared curiously at a black-painted iron railing by the roadside.

A thick, fuzzy layer of white frost covered the railings, shimmering in the sunlight.

Although winters in Beijing are cold, they are never this extreme.

Dongdong, out of curiosity, stuck out its tongue.

He moved closer.

"No—" Yu Le had just turned around from the roasted chestnut stall next to him when he finally managed to utter the word.

late.

"Awooooo!"

Dongdong's tongue seemed to be glued to the cold iron railing.

He was so anxious that he flailed his arms and legs wildly.

Tears streamed down my face.

Several men from Northeast China wearing mink coats stopped and chuckled.

"Oh my god, look at this little bean! He's so honest, so fierce!"

"He's licking an iron pillar in this freezing weather; he's got guts."

The convenience store owner poked his head out.

"Oh dear, another metal licker! I run into eight a day! My warm water is sold out!"

Liu Xiaoli was startled and quickly ran over.

"Oh dear! This child licks everything!"

Yu Le stood still and took out his phone.

Turn on the recording function.

"Come on, knock knock, look at the camera, give me a peace sign."

Liu Qianqian also gloated and came over, hiding behind Yu Le, making a peace sign at the camera, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

Dongdong cried out incoherently.

"Waaaaah! Help! I can't pull it off!"

Yu Le recorded this precious "embarrassing moment" with great satisfaction, then put away his phone and slowly walked into the convenience store next door to buy a bottle of room temperature mineral water.

Unscrew the bottle cap.

Warm water was poured down the railing.

The frost melted.

Thump! He plopped down on the snow and covered his mouth, wailing.

"My tongue has peeled off a layer of skin!"

Yu Le looked down at him.

"Northeast China's Number One Law: The iron bars are sweet, but you can only lick them once. Paid your tuition, right?"

.....

Day three.

Yabuli Ski Resort.

Liu Qianqian changed into a full pink ski suit and stood at the top of the advanced slope with her snowboard in her arms.

Wearing cool goggles and with one hand on her hip, she exuded a somewhat chivalrous air.

"Dad, watch closely!"

"Today I'll show you what a 'Snowflake Flying Over the Swallow' really looks like!"

"The sense of balance I developed while suspended on wires on set makes skiing a piece of cake."

She took the leap.

His movements were very graceful.

However, his cool demeanor only lasted three seconds.

Three seconds later.

"Aaaaaaah!"

Liu Qianqian lost her balance and fell face-first into the snow.

It rolled all the way down the slope.

A cloud of snow mist rose up.

It looks just like a giant pink bowling ball.

Yu Le slowly glided across on his double skis.

Stop next to her.

Liu Qianqian lay sprawled in the snow pit, her head and face covered in snow.

Yu Le took out his phone again and recorded the scene.

"Swallows flying on snow? That's more like a hungry dog ​​pouncing on its prey."

Liu Qianqian sat up abruptly and grabbed a handful of snow, throwing it at them.

"Yu Le! Delete it!"

"We won't delete it. We'll keep it and play it on a loop on the big screen at your wedding. Let all the guests admire your heroic figure."

Liu Qianqian was furious and grabbed her ski poles to chase after him.

"I'm going to fight you to the death today!"

.......

Day .

A top-tier bathhouse in Harbin.

The family, dressed in matching sauna suits, lay on the tatami mats in the living room.

Dongdong had a cute sheep horn towel on his head and was holding a dark frozen pear that was bigger than his face. He took a bite, and the cool, sweet juice instantly overflowed.

"Dad, this dark pear is delicious!"

Yu Le held a cup of hot tea.

"This is called a frozen pear, a specialty of Northeast China. After eating this, go get a scrubbing bath, and this trip to Northeast China will be worthwhile."

Liu Qianqian lay down next to me, wearing a face mask.

"The bathing culture in Northeast China is so hardcore. That bathhouse lady just now almost scrubbed a layer of my skin off."

Yu Le chuckled lightly: "That's called 'going through the mud,' it's a sign of professionalism. It just means you haven't yet severed your 'worldly ties.'"

.......

Seven days later.

The family concluded their winter trip, filled with laughter and "dark history," and landed in Beijing.

A magnificent and splendid residence.

The heating in the room was set to 26 degrees Celsius.

Yu Le, wearing a short-sleeved shirt, was sprawled on the sofa.

Liu Xiaoli is cutting fruit in the kitchen.

Dongdong was lying on the coffee table doing his winter break homework.

"Dad, how do you write the 'rail' in 'railing'?"

"The character '兰' (lan) with the radical for 'wood' and the character for 'orchid'."

Yu Le leaned over and took a look.

My Journey to Northeast China

The first line reads: "The iron railings in Northeast China are sweet. I licked one, and my tongue almost stayed in Harbin." "My sister skis like a tumbling gourd." "My dad's a bad guy; he just recorded the video and didn't help me."

Yu Le grabbed Dongdong's ear.

"Yu Muchen, if you hand in this diary, your teacher will call the police and have me arrested."

Dongdong protested, covering her ears.

"I wrote the truth!"

"Facts my ass. Rewrite it! Writing about the Ice and Snow World is much better!"

Liu Qianqian came downstairs in her pajamas, holding a bag of potato chips.

"Dad, what's for dinner? I want sweet and sour pork."

"Haven't you had enough to eat in Northeast China these past few days?"

"I didn't get enough. The sweet and sour pork in Beijing has no soul."

Yu Le rolled her eyes.

"I'm your father, not your personal chef. Order takeout if you want to eat."

Yu Le was about to speak.

The phone on the coffee table vibrated.

Caller ID: Old Mike.