"This kid must have an itchy bottom; he's going to get a spanking!"
Gong Yi, grumbling, handed his daughter to Hua Mi and went to search for her himself within the range of his mental power, looking for her piece by piece.
A short while later, the sound of Gong Ruilin wailing could be heard from not far away.
Hua Mi covered her daughter's ears, got into the car, and couldn't help but laugh.
Hua Xiu Ning crawled out of her mother's arms, nestled against her mother's chest, listened to her mother's heartbeat, and looked out the window.
Her brother was pulled out from behind a sloping hill by his father, who grabbed him by the back of the collar.
As Gong Yi walked, he patted Gong Ruilin's butt, saying, "I told you to put so many mosaics in my mental search range. Are you trying to draw a picture by putting so many mosaics? Do you believe I'll show you what it looks like when your mental search range is completely blurred?"
"You brat!!!"
Gong Ruilin cried out, and Hua Xiuning couldn't help but laugh. She looked up at Hua Mi, who was also suppressing a laugh.
But seeing her son being dragged over by Gong Yi, Hua Mi smoothed out the smile on her lips and looked at Gong Ruilin with a serious expression.
"You should listen to what your father says. You're getting more and more mischievous as you grow up, aren't you?"
Gong Ruilin sobbed, "I'll do it again next time!"
Hua Mi pretended not to hear her son's words, while Gong Yi looked at her with a disappointed expression, "It's good that you know you were wrong!"
"Mommy, Mommy, look over there."
Hua Xiu Ning tried to distract her parents by pointing her little finger out the window.
So Gong Yi, Hua Mi, and Gong Ruilin looked over and saw a large cluster of brightly colored flowers growing in the direction of the waterfall.
When the wind blows, wisps of water flow through the flower bushes, and a rainbow emerges from the flowers, creating an exceptionally beautiful scene.
It really looks like a fairyland.
Gong Yi and Hua Mi each held a child, gazing at the beautiful scenery. Gong Ruilin, with two tears still clinging to his face, sobbed softly, pointing with his little finger at the large cluster of flowers.
"Those are my sister's flowers."
The family stood behind the Xiangcheng garrison, basking in the sunlight and gazing at the beautiful scenery, all in high spirits.
It was as if they could already see a bright and prosperous future.
Life may have been full of thorns and pain, but through their joint efforts, flowers full of hope and beauty can bloom again from the mud.
The end times will eventually become the path they walk.
Those painful, dark, and agonizing lives will eventually be ushered in a vibrant dawn.
The End
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