Rebirth of the Phoenix

That night, Luo Xiaomei was pillowing on her husband's chest and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Ye Buli stroked her hair and understood her mood: "From the future, you can see your brother every day, so don't think too much."

Luo Xiaomei said: "Well, I know, I'm just too excited..."

After their wooden house was built, they temporarily lived in Luo Chen's house.

The eldest brother said that they had been waiting for the lost little sister to come home. The second brother was not young, but he refused to get married for a long time and insisted on waiting for the younger sister to come back before considering the lifelong affairs. After hearing this, she thought about it very much again.

cry.

She wanted to tell her brother everything so much, but now is not the time.

She still has to wait and endure it.

Ye Buli turned over, pressed her down, and kissed her: "Since you can't sleep, then don't sleep."

She hugged his neck, closed her eyes, and indulged in his tenderness and enthusiasm.

What a wonderful night.

What a wonderful world.

What a wonderful morning.

"Mom-Mom-" Luo Anyao's cute voice sounded outside the house, "Play--play, play together..."

Sister Luo yawned and got up in her clothes.

It was empty around her. Today she was going to cut down trees and build a house. Ye Buli got up early and went to the small forest to cut wood. She was too tired last night and only got up until now.

"Empress——" Luo Anyao used her small, soft body to forcefully open the unlocked wooden door and tried hard to penetrate into the room, "Where is Mom, Yaoyao wants to have Mom, Mom, Mom

Play, huh..."

This door is so heavy, she pushed it open with such a crack and was so tired.

"Mom gets up," Luo Xiaomei smiled and walked over, picked up her daughter's soft body, pressed against her forehead, and kissed her little face, "Did you sleep well last night? Have you ever had Xiaohong and

Little makeup fight?"

Last night, my daughter slept in the same bed with Xiaohong and Xiaozhuang. This is the first time my daughter slept with someone else. I don’t know how she was doing. However, seeing that my daughter didn’t cry or make a fuss last night, she is in good spirits now.

Very, I think everything is good.

Luo Anyao said: "No fight, Xiaohong...Xiaozhuang...Not the fragrance of the queen..."

Xiaomei Luo carried her out: "Have you had breakfast?"

Luo Anyao nodded, her face pressed against her face: "Auntie... I'll eat it. It's delicious, and the empress... I'll eat it..."

Under the coconut tree, a table was placed with a few breakfast items on it.

Mrs. Luo was combing her daughter's hair. When she saw her coming, she smiled and said, "The house is simple, Mrs. Ye slept well last night?"

"I'll sleep well for you." After thanking me, Xiaomei Luo sat down with her daughter in her arms, "Where is Brother Luo?"

Mrs. Luo said, "He and Mr. Ye went to the woods to cut trees and built a small house. It will take several days for the two men to work together."

Xiaohai volunteered: "Xiaohai can help Uncle Ye build a house."

Several other little girls also raised their hands and shouted: "Xiaohong also wants to build a house..."

"Xiao Zhuang wants to..."

"Yaoyao also wants to help...dad..."

Luo Xiaomei kissed her daughter and her husband: "Okay, my mother stays at home to work later, you must help your father well."

"Okay, Yaoyao wants to float...the beautiful house..." Luo Anyao said authentically.

After breakfast, Luo Xiaomei followed a few children to the small forest and saw her elder brother and husband who were cutting down trees with bare hands.

More than a dozen half-arm-thick woods had been piled up on the ground, which would be the foundation of their family's house.

When Ye Buli saw her coming, he put down the axe in his hand, walked over, and snatched her bangs: "Why are you here?"

Ye Xiaomei smiled: "Send you water."

"So many patterns!" Xiaohai saw the scars on Ye Buli's body, screamed as if he had discovered a treasure, and kept looking around him, "You have so many patterns on you, so ugly."

Ye Buli smiled and said, "It's quite ugly."

This is the first time in many years that he has been bare-spoken in front of others, but since he is a family, there is no need to hide it.

"Bang!" Xiaohai got a hit on the head.

Luo Anyao took off the shoes on her feet and hit him hard: "It's not ugly! Daddy... it's not ugly! Daddy is the best! Xiaohai...bad, bad!"

Xiaohai obediently asked her to beat her, but she didn't dare to fight back: "Eggy is ugly, but it's still pretty good..."

Ye Buli smiled and didn't care: "I went to war before and suffered a lot of injuries, so I left these scars."

"Oh," Xiaohai looked at him with some sympathy, "It's terrible to fight."

Ye Buli said, "It's very scary, but I won't be beaten again in the future."

Then, he checked his wife's bangs and kissed his daughter's face: "Yaoyao, look, a boat is coming on the sea, can you pick it up?"

These little ones are so small that if they are blocked by something, they can't see it at all. He is worried that they will get hurt when they play here.

Yaoyao looked at the sea and saw no ship, but she still believed in her father very much and excitedly said: "Boat...Boat, Yaoyao went to see the boat, Hongzhuang, Zhuangzhuang, go to see...Boat, go together...

”

Several children became excited again and ran to the beach with their hands in hand.

Xiaohai wanted to stay in the forest and watch the adults cut down trees, but he looked at the backs of the little girls and was worried that something would happen to them. After hesitating for a while, he still followed the little girls.

Although the children could not see the boat, Ye Buli did see a boat coming here when he climbed onto the tree.

My intuition told him that Luo Chen was back, so I let the children go and see it.

It was Luo Chen who drove this ship.

He stood at the bow of the boat and looked at the island getting closer and closer, and felt a sense of melancholy: My little sister, have you been back?

Countless times, he hoped to meet his younger sister on the way back and forth, or to see him waiting for him as soon as he came back, but he was disappointed again and again.

But after disappointment, it is still hope again and again.

Absolutely not to give up!

Only in this way can the three brothers and sisters meet again, which is the belief he has been sticking to for so many years.

The small cargo ship gradually landed, and a few little ghosts stood on the shore, waving branches, jumping and jumping.

A smile appeared on his face. These little ghosts were like this every time, waiting for him to buy gifts for them and tell them stories outside.

However, he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the children. Is there another little ghost?

Is that a little ghost? He is not sure, because that little ghost is too small. Looking at it like a little animal, you can see running around but not seeing the shape clearly.

Finally, the boat was stopped. He saw it clearly this time. It was true that there was an extra little ghost, which felt very cute.

"Uncle Second - Uncle Second - "Before he got off the pedal, the little ghosts ran over.

He hugged Xiaohong with one hand and Xiaozhuang with the other: "Do you miss the second uncle?"

The little dolls answered loudly: "I want to-"

He smiled and looked down at the newly emerged little girl: "Did this beautiful little girl fall from the sky?"

Luo Anyao looked at him curiously, not afraid of being angry at all: "No... it came from there..."

Her fingers pointed to a very distant place.

Xiaohai said to her: "He is Uncle Ye's daughter, named Luo Anyao, and Uncle Ye is the new neighbor."

"Oh, welcome." Luo Chen didn't plan to hear the reason clearly from the mouths of these little guys. He immediately touched Luo Anyao's head, "The little girl wants to live here for a long time, uncle will definitely take care of you.

.”

He liked this little girl at first sight, and felt like... she was like a younger sister when she was a child.

Such pink and jade carving, such flexible big eyes, and such aura, are almost a vivid little girl.

"Okay - Yaoyao wants to live here..." Luo Anyao looked up at him, thinking that he looked good-looking, a bit like his father, and liked him very much.

"Brother Chen, you walk slowly. There are too many things, we can't handle it!" A 15 or 16-year-old boy was carrying a sack on his shoulders, carrying a bag in both hands, and shouted after him.

"If you can't hold it, just take it in several times. It's not far from the house. What are you anxious about?" The young woman walking behind him was in her twenties and had a little dark complexion after being sunburned, but her facial features were very good.

She is pretty and has a clear and quiet look. She looks like a hard-working and simple woman.

"Oh, sister, I finally got home, I don't want to go back to the boat again." The boy muttered, although he was tired of carrying it, he still tried hard to keep up with Luo Chen's pace.

The two brothers and sisters originally lived on a poor island. A rare typhoon destroyed the entire village. Only the two of them survived. Fortunately, they had business dealings with Luo Chen and received help from Luo Chen.

Follow him to this island and become a neighbor with him.

The sister among them has always liked Luo Chen, but Luo Chen insisted on waiting until her younger sister came back before considering the marriage, so she waited silently.

As soon as Luo Chen approached the hut, he heard the sound of piano coming from the hut.

On the spot, he was stunned, standing there in a daze like thunder, looking shocked.

The Moonlight Flowing Spring? The song that my little sister often plays when she is at home?

Even the style and rhythm are the same, how is it possible?

He put down Xiaohong and Xiaozhuang in his hand, and ran towards the sound of the piano like crazy, his heart beating almost out of his chest.

Is God open-eyed? Can their waiting be over?

Is the little sister back?

Will that girl who looks like a little girl be the little girl's child?

Can they finally reunite their family?

Behind the hut, under the towering tree, a woman was playing the piano with her back to him.

Her figure is upright and elegant. The breeze blows through her long hair, just like the backyard in more than ten years ago, when her sister is playing the piano.

"Little sister--" He rushed over and grabbed her arm excitedly, "Are you back? Are you back?"

The woman looked up and looked at him with clear eyes: "Second brother, are you back?"

Such a voice and look were enough to make him think he was a little sister, but her face shattered his expectations again.

After a while, he let go of her arm, fell to the ground dejectedly, and murmured: "It's not a little sister..."

What I fear most is this kind of loss that I think I get it but find it is just an illusion.

And he has experienced such loss too many times.