"That's true, I'll definitely write a letter tomorrow." It's better than freezing outside.
After dinner, everyone gathered around the heated bed to listen to the gala, a rare form of entertainment.
Wei Kaiyun sat on the bed, making ice monkeys for the two boys.
Shi Jing and Jianbin were so eager that they sat beside Wei Kaiyun, watching him carve the wood bit by bit.
Shang Zhenkun was making small whips for them; these ice monkeys needed to be whipped.
Only Jiang Xinyu and Jiang Feifei leaned against the pile of quilts on the side, listening to the radio.
At ten o'clock, Old Yang and Shang Zhenkun had finished making the whips, and Wei Kaiyun was close to finishing the first ice monkey.
"Alright, you guys go to sleep, tomorrow morning you will both have an ice monkey for sure."
Only then did the two children reluctantly go to sleep.
The mother and daughter also snuggled under the quilt and lay down.
