An Guoming followed in An Guoping's footsteps, scrambling up the slope.
When he reached the top, An Ning waved at him and said coolly, "I'm off!"
"WHOOSH—"
An Ning slid down again.
An Guoping was right behind An Ning. After she'd slid a fair distance, he also sat on a silk sack, gave a hard push, and down he went.
An Guoming, who had just climbed up, stood to the side watching them. He leaned forward to get a better look.
"AH— AH—"
His foot slipped, and down he went.
An Ning, who had just gotten to her feet at the bottom, waited where An Guoming came tumbling down and looked down at him.
"Second Brother, that's a novel way to slide down."
An Guoming spat a couple of times, but the snow had already melted in his mouth.
"Give me a hand."
An Ning chuckled and pulled An Guoming up. Along with An Guoping, who had just arrived, the three of them climbed back up to slide again.
