Late at night.

A white figure in the village drifted past, and the butter cat ran to the earthen wall of the old house. He jumped on the stone exposed by the rain, jumped onto the earthen wall. Just as he was about to go home, his body paused and looked around in confusion.

There seemed to be something following it, but there was not even a bug around except for the weeds that were not taken care of.

After looking around for a while, no suspicious creature was found. The butter cat jumped off the earth wall and ran in the direction of the old house.

A gust of wind blew, and the weeds trembled. An orange cat came out of the weeds, shook his ears, glanced at the location of the old house, and then turned around and left.

On the other hand, Yang's mother and Yang's father had just returned from outside.

After being tired for a day, Yang's father threw himself on the sofa, and Yang's mother sat down with her.

"Wife, today is the children's birthday."

"Yes, I have sent the gifts, and I should have arrived in the community now."

"Then, by the way, what are you sending?"

Dad Yang leaned his head on the sofa and asked casually, and he began to fantasize about Xiaoyu and Xiaofeng's surprise expression when he received his gift.

“I sent two scarves.”

“…”

"What have you sent? I won't let me see."

"Nothing, it's all very ordinary things."

Dad Yang smiled awkwardly and quickly stood up from the sofa, "Are you tired, I'll give you a note."

...

The night wind was blew, and in front of the villa, the charcoal in the barbecue grill was raised by a few small flames.

Yang Feng was tired of marshmallows and was gnawing on the corn that Xu Yan had baked for him.

Although he was not in his position, it did not prevent him from guiding the new Qiao Yang to roast marshmallows.

After all, he is a "man" who has successfully baked two marshmallows and has a lot of experience.

Hua Xiaoqian and Yang Xiaoyu successfully applied for two kebabs from Xu Yan and were trying their first barbecue kebabs in their lives.

Seeing that the four children got along well, Yang Yang glanced at Xu Yan and Luo Nan who were chatting next to him, as well as the gifts Luo Nan had just brought.

"Teacher, you don't have to force it."

"Fortunately, I also roasted meat with my classmates in college, and my skills should not have declined. I'll let you taste it later."

Qiao Kangyong lowered his head and grilled the skewers in his hand carefully. He moved his position from time to time, his expression as if he was studying the piano score.

"I'd better tell me." Yang Yang felt so nervous that he finally said, "I don't need to prepare gifts when visiting occasionally. I'll get the thoughts, so I'd better take the things back."

Yu Guang glanced at the two opened boxes next to Xu Yan and Luo Nan, inside which was a brand new harmonica and a bamboo flute.

No matter how two items look very delicate, they don’t look like cheap things. No matter how you look at these two things, they don’t look like they can be used by a two-year-old child.

"Hosts need to be cultivated from an early age, right? It's for children, not for you." Qiao Kangyong said, handing Yang Yang two skewers in his hand, then took one skewer and walked towards Luo Nan.

“…”

Forget it, that's it.

Maybe it will be used in three or four years when Xiaoyu and Yang Feng will be able to use it. I hope that by then, he will still remember these two gifts.

Yang Yang ate Qiao Kangyong's grilled meat skewers and felt that they tasted pretty good. He turned around and sent another skewers to Xu Yan.

Luo Nan had just talked with Xu Yan about two children.

"You mean, don't you live here? Is there anything wrong with it?"

"It's too far from where my old company works, and the neighbors in the community we live in are all very good, so we don't plan to move."

“What is this villa?”

"I will come to see it occasionally during the day. If you want to come and have fun, you can say hello to me in advance... Thank you husband."

Xu Yan said, taking the barbecue kebab handed over by Yang Yang.

Luo Nan also took the kebabs handed over by her husband, and his eyes stopped on Qiao Yang for a moment, feeling a little pitiful to his son.

I didn't make friends in kindergarten, and the three children I met didn't live near here. I just hope he won't be sad if he knows.

"Hey! Why did it melt?" Qiao Yang baked marshmallows for the first time. As he was baking, the marshmallows fell from the iron pill to the grilling net, and his face suddenly drooped.

"It's okay, there are still many marshmallows here." Yang Feng was chewing corn, feeling proud. He didn't expect there were people who were stupider than him. Now my sister can't say he is a fool.

Thinking of this, he handed Qiao Yang another marshmallow.

"It's so boring, Xiaoyu, I'll tell you ghost stories."

Xu Yan repeatedly reminded Hua Xiaoqian and Yang Xiaoyu to have to be grilled before they can be eaten, but the process of grilling Hua Xiaoqian and others is too boring.

"I don't want it. After listening, I will want to go home." Yang Xiaoyu shook her head, and the cat ears on her head also swayed.

Qiao Yang glanced at Xiaoyu's cat's ears and unconsciously lowered the marshmallow in his hand.

“Isn’t this your home?”

"No, this place is just a temporary place to play, our house is not here."

Hua Xiaoqian replied, suddenly a flash of inspiration, and then said, "Then let me tell you a story about home."

"Isn't it a ghost story?"

"no."

Hua Xiaoqian raised her two fingers and said.

Yang Xiaoyu still had a hint of hesitation in her eyes, but she also believed her for the time being.

"Let's talk about it."

"Once upon a time, there was a young monk who had no father or mother who was adopted by an old monk in the mountains."

"Every time the little monk follows the old monk to beg for alms in the village at the foot of the mountain, he sees other people's children having parents and houses."

"So he asked the old monk curiously why he had no parents and wanted to live in the temple with the old monk."

"The old monk always comforts him and says: Your parents can't come back when they go far away, the temple is your home."

"The little monk was confused and thought that his parents had really gone to another place, so he thought that his parents would come back to pick him up."

"Just wait like that..."

A cold wind blew and got into Yang Xiaoyu's hat. She shivered for no reason, took the skewers and carried her small stool, ran over to sit with Yang Feng.

Yang Feng was still eating roasted corn and looked at her in confusion, "Sister, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, there's wind over there."

"Then I'll go and sit next to Sister Hua."

Yang Feng didn't think about it, and took his own roasted corn, carried a stool, and sat next to Hua Xiaoqian.

Hua Xiaoqian paused for a moment and continued to talk.

"The little monk waited year after year, but he didn't wait for his parents. Suddenly one day, the old monk went down the mountain to beg for alms, and he didn't come back even after dark. He felt very scared when he was alone in the temple."

"So the little monk couldn't wait any longer at night, so he took the candle down the mountain to find the old monk."

"Just walking halfway up the mountain, two faint lights suddenly emerged from the woods."

"The little monk walked over to check it out curiously, and only felt a chill on his neck. A gust of wind blew, the leaves in the woods rustled, and two fireflies flew out."

"The little monk forgot to find the old monk, followed the fireflies and walked into the woods, saw a room, a man and a woman walked out of the room."

"Just call him his son and ask him to enter the house, this is his home."

At this point when Hua Xiaoqian's story was about, her head was suddenly photographed, and she jumped up in fear.

Xu Yan didn't know when she had already walked behind her and took away the skewers from her hand with a kind look on her face. "Xiao Qian, what are you talking about? Godmother wants to listen too."

"It's nothing, it's really nothing. Godmother, you have to believe me." Hua Xiaoqian shook her head guiltily. Seeing that Yang Yang was already tearing the cake, she quickly pulled Yang Feng up and ran over.

"It's time to have a cake, Xiaoyu, come too."

"Yeah, that's great."

Seeing that his sister and brother had passed, Yang Xiaoyu stuffed the barbecue skewers into Qiao Yang's hand and followed them.

Qiao Yang looked at the marshmallow in his hand, then looked at the kebab. He hesitated for a moment, took a tentative bite, and found that it was already cooked, but when he thought that it was Xiaoyu's, he held the kebab and said:

"Xiaoyu, your meat skewers!"

"I'll give it to you." Yang Xiaoyu waved her hand, and she prefers cakes compared to meat skewers.

I gave it to me, I should be able to eat it.

Qiao Yang thought for a while, gnawed the meat skewers, and continued to grill his own marshmallows.

I will bake this and give it to Xiaoyu for food, so it will be fair.

He thought so in his heart.
To be continued...