Time passed, and it was time for the garden's weekly flag-raising.

Yunyin occupied a good position early, and as soon as the flag-raising ceremony was over, he called out to Zong Qi from afar to come and sit down. Zong Qi was startled, and turned his head in a daze, thinking in his heart who would call him.

Oh, it turned out to be the sister that Brother Jue occasionally brought over to play with, and the game was played well.

Zong Qi walked to Yun Yin's side with some confusion. At this time, Yunyin dressed herself up as a bosom sister, her hair split into two and draped over her shoulders, forming a sweet braid; The pink dress was slender and close-fitting, the translucent skirt was shining with lace, and the faint calves outlined a graceful curve, which made Zong Qi a little flushed.

If it weren't for those two colorful bandages.

What art is this? Countless question marks popped up on Zong Qi's head, and people like him, who didn't know anything about clothing matching, felt that Yun Yin's finishing touch was a little ...... Some are hard to say, and replacing the bandage with a normal pair of socks will definitely look better than it is now.

Yun Yin saw that Zong Qi looked at his lower body with a complicated face, and he was not shy, Ying Ying smiled and invited Zong Qi to sit next to him.

"How about Zongqi? Don't you feel that my outfit is very beautiful? ”

Zong Qi sat on the edge of the public chair very hesitantly and said with difficulty: "Hmm...... It's very beautiful, but Sister Yunyin, why are you always so unique? The last time you and Brother Jue came to my house as guests, you wore that military uniform that you stole from nowhere, and you were carrying a big red children's schoolbag, was it to deliver to the enemy? ”

Yunyin stuck out her little tongue: "Of course not, the unique style will always make people shine, and I feel that my collocation is quite normal, but you can't understand it." Many people's understanding of art only stays at what is good and what is not good-looking, and you are not deep enough for the appreciation of beauty! ”

Zongqi: "...... Okay, what is the matter with Sister Yunyin looking for me? ”

"Ah, uh, that, by the way, how is your mom doing now?"

Zong Qi: "It's not a big deal, I'm just a little frightened, and I can be discharged from the hospital in a few days." ”

"That's it." Yun Yin muttered, unconsciously putting away a smile on her face, and became a little silent, as if this was just a foreshadowing greeting.

The atmosphere suddenly became serious, and Yun Yin looked at Zong Qi with pity, making Zong Qi a little uncomfortable, finally.

"Actually, I was still wondering why my brother would be so good to you, wasting his precious time on you, and letting me play games with you, but now I think I should pity you."

Ha? Wretched? Why have you pity me?

"Yun Jue likes children very much, he used to play with children and help them, I don't mean that you are a child, you are also a teenager, you can't be called a child." Yun Yin paused, "Yesterday Yun Jue and I went to Grandma Sugar Painting and learned about her. ”

Zong Qi's face changed completely, and he kept a rigid face to prevent others from seeing his expression fluctuate.

"Gu Ling," Yun Yin said cautiously, "she...... Is it really that you are leaving? ”

Zong Qi seemed to be a different person, his whole body was exuding an aura of resistance, and even his head was twisted to the side.

Yun Yin scratched her head in distress: "We don't know how much time we have in Yuzhuang, I also feel very uncomfortable to see my brother's friend so difficult, I know that there may be something wrong with Yunjue coming to you behind my back, but you don't have to stop talking." ”

There was silence again. Suddenly, Yun Yin snapped his fingers crisply, and laughed. That's right, at this time, we have to give full play to Lin Yunjue's spirit of a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water, whether he listens to it or not, I just talk about mine.

"Okay, let's make a barter, I'll tell you a story first, and then you can tell me your story too, okay?"

Zong Qi still looks like "do you look at me, birds, you".

"This story is from Cloud Story, and there are only three people in the world who know the whole thing." Yunyin coughed lightly, and substituted herself into the image of a gentle, confidant, beautiful, simple, moving and quiet sister, and now she wants to tell bedtime stories to the children in bed.

……

A young boy lost his eyes in an accident, and he became irritable and threw things at every turn.

On this day, the boy accidentally tripped while touching the wall in the house, and while he was sitting on the ground, he angrily picked up the things around him and began to throw them, making noise and making noise, and even his father could not come forward to comfort him.

The things around him finally fell off, and his father handed him a heavy jacket.

Is this laughing at me? He shouted angrily and slammed his jacket to the ground. The jacket sounded as light as the wind.

The father handed him an old picture frame again, and the boy threw it on the ground without thinking about it. The frame clicked, and the picture frame broke.

The father handed him another antique vase, and the boy swung it vigorously and thud, and the ground was covered with the crumbs of the vase.

Come on! Come again! The boy yelled.

There was a touch on his hand again, but this time, the boy could not continue to drop things, because it was a hand—his father had put his own hand in his.

The boy was silent. The father held the boy's hand tightly and comforted him and encouraged him as usual.

The boy could no longer hold back his tears, and began to cry. With a warm current in his hand, the boy decided to hug his father, and only then would he know what he could not fall and what it looked like.

……

The story ends.

Burst.

Yun Yin had just finished saying the last word, ready to enlighten Zong Qi meaningfully like an elder, but Zong Qi laughed out loud in advance.

"Ask, what makes you laugh?" This operation caught Yunyin off guard, but it also aroused her curiosity.

"It's nothing, it's just that I want to laugh all of a sudden." Zong Qi quickly pressed the smile on his face, wanting to get back to the harsh self just now.

Of course it's funny, it's a fairy tale? Or chicken soup for the soul? I couldn't see the content at all, and I was still holding each other tightly, could that father suddenly disappear? Just ask what father in this world would abandon his child with dignity? Tsk, I can express my meaning by saying a few words, and I do so many actions, it's so numb, so numb that I want to laugh.

"Sister Yunyin, what's the story?" Zong Qi suppressed the ridicule in his heart as much as possible, and did not let it be expressed in his tone.

"Cloud Story." Yunyin smiled, and her upright sitting posture looked like her sister was telling the children—what this story tells us. Every move had a friendly atmosphere, and Zong Qi thought in a trance that she was really his sister.

Yunyin: "It was created by me with my brother and Therose. ”

Zongqi: "Thoros? ”

"It's the beautiful big sister next to me during the Umbrella Lantern Festival." As soon as Theros was mentioned, Yunyin inexplicably looked a little proud.

Zong Qi suddenly sighed. I do have the impression that I accidentally glanced at it when I was just greeting last time, and I was deeply attracted by that beautiful temperament, but the girl never spoke from beginning to end, and she always wanted to end her tour guide work quickly, which caused Thoros to become a brilliant meteor in her mind, flashing by.

Yun Yin: ""Cloud Story" was originally proposed by Yun Jue when he was a child, saying that he wanted to leave a souvenir, although I don't know who to leave as a souvenir. As for the story, there are 29 in total, Yun Jue wrote 24, I wrote 4, and Theros wrote 1, and there are a lot of memories in it. ”

Zongqi: "Since you have so many memories, why do you want to tell them to me?" ”

"Isn't the story meant to be told to others, my brother used to do this kind of thing when he was in Cangrong Town." Yun Yin seemed to remember something, and suddenly said meaningfully, "Do you want to know what Yun Jue looked like when he was a child?" ”

Brother Jue, what was he like when he was a child? Zong Qi's gossip heart suddenly burned.

"What does it look like?"