The sunset in summer sets very late. It is already seven o'clock, but the sky is still golden red, like a beautiful oil painting, quietly spreading over the fields.
When Mo Yutong walked out of the bedroom, she was holding a box of colored pencils, two sketchbooks, and a small fish knife for sharpening pencils.
The two children were sitting quietly at the round table and were very well-behaved. When they saw her, their eyes immediately fell on the red rectangular paper box.
After placing the box and picture book on the table, Mo Yutong took a dustpan from the firewood shed and placed it next to his feet.
"This is a colored pencil. After I sharpen it, you can practice calligraphy and drawing on the notebook." Mo Yutong opened the lid of the box, pulled out a vermilion pencil from it, and slowly sharpened it with a small fish knife. The knife was sharp, so she had to be steady.
"Thank you, sister!" The two children looked at her happily. Their sister was like a fairy, with everything.
"Come on, who's going to use it first?" Mo Yutong put the red pen on the table between the two of them, and took out a dark blue pencil and started sharpening it.
"Sister, here, you use it first." Yan Mingcheng pressed the red pen on the drawing book and pushed it in front of Yan Mingxue.
"Second brother, you are so nice! You are the best second brother in the whole commune." Yan Mingxue took it happily and quickly opened the brown paper cover of the picture book.
"..." Complimented by his sister, Yan Mingcheng shyly twirled his fingers and blinked his eyes. He looked somewhat similar to the young boy, and Mo Yutong's heart couldn't help but soften.
"Here, I give it to you." She quickly handed the sharpened pencil under his eyelids. He took it shyly, lowered his head and began to write seriously on the sketchbook.
Mo Yutong continued to sharpen the light brown pencil, and looked up at them from time to time, seeing that they were all writing very seriously.
Suddenly, the courtyard door was pushed open, and Yan Mingli walked in with the evening light behind him. His handsome eyebrows and eyes fell into Mo Yutong's eyes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise a little more.
"You didn't do anything to him, did you?" The pretty girl with warm eyes looked up at the handsome boy approaching her.
The picture is like a magnificent world described in a timeless poem with intricate colors and gold inlays, wrapped in the splendor of brocade and embroidery.
"No, I just kicked him in the butt." Junyong left quietly. Yan Mingli took out the remaining three pencils, sat beside her, and picked up the dustpan with his foot and placed it in front of him. "I'll sharpen the rest."
"Okay, then I won't care about anything!" The little girl winked at him playfully, and her look clearly showed some "bad intentions".
However, there was no shy boy who looked away as expected. Instead, he stared at her with eyes as deep as the sea, where waves were surging, wave after wave.
"Okay." Perhaps because of the unfinished kiss, the way he looked at her was brighter and more passionate than before.
Mo Yutong's pretty face turned red when he stared at her. She quickly turned her head to look at the two children, as if she was afraid of being burned by his gaze. She bent her hands to support her forehead, trying to block his scorching gaze.
A low and gentle laugh spread out softly. Yan Mingli sharpened a pencil and glanced at the little girl's increasingly straight back with amusement.
It turns out that the brave little girl only needs to be braver to be overwhelmed.
Unfortunately, he lacked experience and often had to be defeated, so he had to learn more from the girl.
He patted her shoulder, but she didn't look back. Instead, she twisted her body and shook off his hand, continuing to support her forehead and look at the two children.
"The pencils are sharpened. I'll go boil some water for a bath." Standing up and placing the pencil and knife in front of her, Yan Mingli picked up the dustpan and walked into the kitchen with a smile.
"Hmph..." Mo Yutong hummed softly, but her eyes were filled with a gentle smile. The boy's charming laughter seemed to still linger in her ears, making her heart warm again and again.
"Sister, look at what I wrote." Yan Mingxue handed the picture book to Mo Yutong like presenting a treasure, with a bright light shining in her eyes.
"Xue'er can already write so many words! That's great!" Mo Yutong took the notebook, looked at the more than ten neatly written words, and exclaimed in admiration from the bottom of his heart.
Then he pointed to one of the characters and said, "The character 'Spring' has three horizontal lines on top. Let's write it a few more times to get it right."
"Okay, sister!" Yan Mingxue took back the notebook with a red cheek and wrote the word "Spring" stroke by stroke.
"Sister, here you go!" Yan Mingcheng also handed her the notebook.
Mo Yutong was stunned when he saw the words on the notebook. He actually wrote out the revised poem dedicated to his father from memory, and not a single word was wrong.
"Chengcheng, you're amazing!" This child must be well-trained! If he doesn't study to improve his memory, it will definitely kill his talent.
"Big brother is awesome!" Yan Mingcheng's face flushed red at her fiery gaze.
"You are both great! I will teach you every day from now on." Both children are good kids. She will definitely teach them well and take good care of them and will not let them repeat the mistakes of their previous lives.
"Thank you, sister!" the two children said in unison, and the sweet smiles on their faces touched Mo Yutong's heart.
Time passed slowly, the evening light was dim, and the only sounds in the yard were the rustling of children's pens and the occasional rustling of the breeze.
When Yan Mingli walked out of the kitchen, he saw this extremely warm scene, which looked exactly like the home in his dreams.
Blinking to hide the moisture from the corners of his eyes, he walked to the table and asked Yan Mingcheng to take a shower first, and asked Yan Mingxue to get ready. By the way, he put the notebooks and pencils into the wooden cabinet.
While his younger brothers and sisters were taking a bath and getting ready, Yan Mingli lit some mugwort and fumigated the mosquito net back and forth.
Because they were going to the market tomorrow, Mo Yutong started preparing clean clothes for everyone.
Yan Mingxue wore a white cotton round-neck shirt with red edges and pink trousers, while Yan Mingcheng wore a light gray work suit with a blue collar and dark gray trousers.
As for her boy, she picked out a white Dacron shirt and a pair of blue cloth trousers, and as for shoes, she picked out a new pair of white mesh shoes.
By the time everyone had brushed their teeth, washed their hair and taken a shower, the night had already fallen heavily under the stars.
When Yan Mingli came out of the utility room carrying a basin of clothes, the children had already fallen asleep, and only the little girl was busy in the kitchen.
Smelling the rich aroma of milk, Yan Mingli took the soap from the washbasin rack, scooped half a basin of water, and prepared to squat by the gutter to wash the clothes.
"I made this for you. It's still a little hot. Drink it later." Mo Yutong blew out the candle on the stove, picked up his enamel pot and walked out of the kitchen.
"Okay, you put it on the stove, I'll wash the clothes and then drink it." He was still holding the wooden basin in his hand, and he really didn't have a hand free to carry it.
"I'll accompany you." Mo Yutong held the enamel pot in both hands and kept blowing air into it.
The children were asleep, and now it was their own world, and she cherished it very much! She wished that time would last forever and not slip away so easily.
The little girl wanted to accompany him, and Yan Mingli did not refuse. Instead, he picked up the wooden basin and moved it from the gutter to the clothesline.
You can't let the little girl work hard to accompany him, only to have mosquito bumps on her head! Those red bumps from yesterday haven't completely disappeared yet!
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