In the dim candlelight, there was a gentle little girl holding her sister and coaxing her gently. It seemed like the scene many years ago when his mother hugged him and whispered to him gently, which made Yan Mingli's eyes filled with nostalgia.
Is Big Brother mesmerized by this beautiful sister? Yan Mingxue stared at Big Brother for a few seconds, then looked up at Mo Yutong, whose face was getting redder and redder.
"Brother, you made my face blush." Yan Mingxue's words were like a cannonball, shocking both of them.
Their eyes met involuntarily, but they embarrassedly avoided each other, and their peripheral vision tentatively cast towards each other, and then their eyes intertwined.
The little girl's face was blushing, her eyes were bright as stars, and her delicate lips were gently bitten by her snow-white teeth, as if they were covered with a layer of sweet honey.
Yan Mingli's heart beat faster, his cheeks kept getting hot, and his mood seemed to be hanging in the air, unable to land at all.
Brother, sister, I’m still here! Yan Mingxue felt that she had been forgotten, and she urgently needed to find a sense of existence.
"Brother, second brother is waiting for you next door." Yan Mingxue successfully broke the beautiful atmosphere created by the candlelight.
"Cough cough cough..." Yan Mingli came back to his senses and cleared his throat twice. He glared at Yan Mingxue unhappily and hurried towards the utility room.
Wow! Big brother actually glared at her! Yan Mingxue clenched her fists and snorted angrily, "Huh! As expected, you forget your sister after getting a wife..."
Listening to Yan Mingxue's little complaints, Mo Yutong couldn't hide the smile in his eyes. He hugged the thin Yan Mingxue and fell on the bed, laughing non-stop.
The soft and gentle laughter floated out of the bedroom and into Yan Mingli's ears, like a small brush gently scratching, from the tip of the ear to the heart, making him so comfortable that he couldn't help but hold his chest.
Only when the pounding of his heartbeat like a drum became steady did he take a deep breath and push open the door of the utility room.
In the utility room, Yan Mingcheng sat properly on a low square stool, with his pair of cleanly washed little feet resting wetly on the edge of the basin, waiting for the wind to dry them.
"Come!" Yan Mingli stretched out his hands, lifted Yan Mingcheng, and held him in his arms easily.
"Brother!" Yan Mingcheng buried his head in Yan Mingli's neck embarrassedly, with shyness in his eyes.
If he hadn't lost his shoes, he wouldn't still need his big brother to hold him at this age. It's really embarrassing!
"Yeah!" Yan Mingli didn't pat his back gently like he did to Yan Mingxue, but instead warned: "You are a boy, don't learn from your sister."
Yan Mingcheng didn't quite understand, but he nodded obediently, "Brother, I know."
It was not until Yan Mingcheng was carried back to the bedroom by his elder brother and saw his younger sister lying in her elder sister's arms that he suddenly understood what his elder brother meant.
Does the older brother not want his sister to hug him like a younger sister? Is it because he is a boy?
Yan Mingcheng had similar thoughts to Yan Mingxue at this moment, not ignoring, but outright disdain.
But he was a smart and considerate little boy. Even when he was placed at the head of the bed, he did not complain. Instead, he quietly helped his elder brother pick up the straw pillow and held it in his arms.
Yan Mingli did not delay and quickly lifted the bed sheet whose threads had been ripped apart by washing, took out a handful of straw from the bed, and then laid the bed sheet again.
Yan Mingcheng, the caring little cotton-padded jacket, smoothed the straw under the bed sheet with his little hands before putting the straw pillow back in its place.
"Brother Li, what are you doing?" Mo Yutong looked curiously at Yan Mingli who was sitting on a low square stool and rubbing the straw vigorously.
"Weaving straw sandals." With the help of the little girl's candlelight, Yan Mingli quickly twisted out two long straw ropes as thick as the heads of chopsticks.
Straw sandals? Mo Yutong watched him expertly fold two strands of straw rope in half, slipping each into the big toes of his left and right feet, then slightly bending his knees to straighten the rope into four strands.
But after a while, Mo Yutong was completely impressed by Yan Mingli's agile movements, and stared intently at his slender fingers moving up and down in the straw.
No wonder he could always ignite her quickly and easily drown all her rationality, forcing her to follow his rhythm and fall into the endless deep ocean.
Put the straw through, press it tightly, turn it twice more at the closing point, and bury the broken end along the straw rope. Only then is the sole of the shoe considered to be woven.
Yan Mingli retracted his bent legs, placed the soles of his shoes on his knees, and then continued to twist the straw rope to make the shoe noses.
He rubbed it very hard and seriously, rubbing the straw with his broad palms until he rubbed out two more straw ropes. Then he picked up the sole of his shoe again and carefully threaded the straw ropes through the side.
Perhaps it was because the gaze from the bedside was becoming increasingly passionate, Yan Mingli finally couldn't ignore it and turned his head to look.
It was the little girl's gaze, as hot and dazzling as the summer sun, that rushed towards him fiercely like a burning flame.
The movements of his hands inevitably paused, and Yan Mingli's eyes seemed to have gathered the thousand-year-old ink of Huizhou in an instant, deep and dark.
The ink-black pupils made Mo Yutong's eyes suddenly lift up. The eyes that sparkled like obsidian seemed to be stained with the warmth and softness of the mortal world, and also attracted the hazy mist of the early morning, easily swaying the young man's heart.
The boy's heart trembled, and countless tingling sensations came over him, causing the burning sensation at the tips of his ears to spread along his jawline.
If it weren't for the candlelight covering his eyes, Yan Mingli felt that he would be ignited by the fire in the little girl's eyes.
He quickly lowered his eyes, not daring to look anymore, and continued to put the finishing touches on the straw sandals.
Soon a pair of straw sandals took shape in Yan Mingli's hands. He continued to lower his head and repeat the same steps to start weaving the second pair of straw sandals.
Soon, two pairs of neatly trimmed straw sandals were placed beside the bed. The two little ones immediately slid down the edge of the bed happily and tried on the newly woven straw sandals.
"Brother, it's soft and comfortable." Yan Mingxue jumped on the ground, saying that her brother was great and she was very satisfied.
"Thank you, brother!" Yan Mingcheng thanked him sincerely. He had just carefully watched the whole process of his brother weaving straw sandals. Next time, he would also try to weave a pair for his brother.
"Brother Li, you are so amazing!" In just about half an hour, he had woven two pairs of straw sandals. Mo Yutong's eyes were full of admiring little stars.
"My elder brother is the most powerful man in the village!" Yan Mingxue puffed out his chest with great pride, looking happy and proud.
"I think so too!" The little girl's meaningful "I think" made Yan Mingli blush. He couldn't help but knock on Yan Mingxue's head with the remaining straw, "Yan Mingxue, shut up!"
"Brother, you should love the house as well as the people in it, but you can't love the house less than the people in it." Yan Mingxue pouted and rubbed her little head in grievance.
My sister also said, why don't you dare hit my head? Humph! You only know how to bully me!
"Hahaha~~" It was too funny. Mo Yutong held her stomach and bent over with laughter.
Looking at the cute little girl with curved eyebrows and eyes, Yan Mingli couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips, and in an instant, the whole spring was filled in his eyes.
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