“JOY！ Don't mess around. A voice that seemed somewhat familiar came.

Fang Yicheng and Suna followed the sound and looked over, and a woman in a purple skirt and a white blouse walked up the steps.

The woman saw that Suna and Fang Yicheng, who was tying the little girl's shoes, were stunned and stopped, and Fang Yicheng and Suna said in unison: "Hello, eldest lady!" ”

"JOY NAUGHTY, DON'T BE SURPRISED." Xiang Yingbi said calmly.

"Auntie! Isn't it JOY who is naughty, it's my uncle who took my kite. The little girl retorted coquettishly.

"I KNOW JOY IS GOOD, LET'S NOT BOTHER UNCLES AND AUNTS, GOODBYE UNCLES AND AUNTS!" Xiang Yingbi picked up the little girl, as if she was in a hurry to leave.

"GOODBYE JOY! Miss let's go! Suna shook the little girl's tender little hand.

"You already know this little girl?" Looking at Xiang Yingbi's figure of leaving with the little girl in her arms, Fang Yicheng asked.

"Of course! The little daughter of the eldest young master, who lives here will not know it. Suna said a little stupidly, "Let's go!" Let's go back. Suna took Fang Yicheng's arm and walked down the pavilion.

Xiang Yingbi in the distance seemed to be very tired, leaning on a flower tree, looking at Fang Yicheng and Suna's figures leaving, stunned.

It was the little girl's call that made Xiang Yingbi wake up from her daze: "Auntie, I can recite the "You Are the April Day in the World" you taught me!" Then a young and warm child's voice spoke: "

I say you are the April day of the earth;

The sound of laughter lit up the winds on all sides; Brisk

Dancing and changing in the glory of spring.

You are the clouds in the early days of April,

The dusk blows the soft of the wind, the stars

Flashing unintentionally; Drizzle in front of the flowers.

That light, that graceful, you are; Xianyan

You wear the crown of flowers; You are

Naive**; You are the full moon of the night.

After the snow melts, the goose yellow, you like; fresh

The first bud of green, you are; Tenderness, joy

The water floats with the white lotus you are looking forward to in your dreams.

You are the blossom of a tree, a swallow

Whispering between the beams,—— You are love, you are warm,

It's a poem; You are the April day on earth! ”

Xiang Yingbi's tears flowed down unconsciously. The little girl shook Xiang Yingbi's arm: "Auntie, what's wrong with you?" Is Little JOY naughty again? ”

Xiang Yingbi leaned over and gently rubbed the little girl's face with her face: "No, it's our little JOY who is too smart and cute, and my aunt is happy." ”

The next time Fang Yicheng saw JOY was three days later, when little JOY was sitting in front of a circular leisure stone table near the lake, drawing something.

Fang Yi wanted to go around, but when she saw Xiang Yingbi who was concentrating on one side, she walked over and greeted her out of politeness: "Hello Miss!" Hello JOY little princess! ”

Xiang Yingbi smiled faintly at Fang Yicheng out of politeness, and the little JOY at the table raised her head to look at Fang Yicheng, and smiled weirdly: "Good uncle!" ”

Hearing this, Fang Yicheng and Xiang Yingbi were unconsciously amused by Xiao JOY's words.

"JOY, BE POLITE TO YOUR UNCLE." Xiang Yingbi taught in a timely manner.

"Hello uncle!" LITTLE JOY STILL BLINKED HER SLY EYES.

"HAPPY LITTLE PRINCESS!" Fang Yicheng leaned down slightly at the little JOY in front of him and said, "Uncle is neither bad nor big, uncle's surname is Fang, he should be called Uncle Fang." ”

"Okay, uncle. My name is Little JOY, should I call you Uncle? Little JOY smiled at her small mouth.

That's right, little JOY is right, isn't he a big uncle!

Fang Yicheng was amused by Little Joy's humorous demeanor again, and at the same time noticed the painting of Little Joy on the stone table, which showed a little girl holding a woman.

"LITTLE PRINCESS JOY IS SO GOOD AT DRAWING, IS SHE GOING TO PLAY WITH HER MOTHER?" Fang Yicheng said along his own thoughts.

Hearing Fang Yicheng's question, Xiao JOY suddenly shook her head quickly, and then put her little mouth to Fang Yicheng's leaning ear and whispered: "No, it's not a mother, it's an aunt, I want my aunt to be a mother." ”

Xiang Yingbi on the side seemed to hear something, and suddenly her face changed: "JOY!" Don't talk nonsense, or your aunt will be upset. Then he went to grab the drawings and colored pens on the table and packed them into a beautiful little pink bag.

Fang Yicheng noticed that there was a line of large characters and a few lines of small characters printed on the pink schoolbag, which was a famous poem by Lin Huiyin - "You are the April Day in the World".

This poem is too familiar to Fang Yicheng, this is Yingyu's favorite poem, he has sat shoulder to shoulder with Yingyu countless times, and then read it to her.

In fact, Fang Yicheng often thought like this later: The quiet and beautiful Yingyu is his April day, and when Yingyu is gone, everything about him seems to have suddenly disappeared.

“JOY！ It's time for us to go back. Xiang Yingbi packed up her small schoolbag and went to pull JOY's little hand.

LITTLE JOY SUDDENLY DODGED, SAYING NOT TO TAKE FANG YICHENG'S HAND AND RUN TO A NEARBY SWING.

Fang Yicheng hugged JOY carefully, but little JOY suddenly whispered mysteriously in Fang Yicheng's ear: "I'll tell you a secret, don't tell others." ”

Fang Yicheng nodded.

LITTLE JOY CONTINUED: "MY AUNT IS NOT WELL-BEHAVED ENOUGH, SHE IS A CRYING LITTLE GIRL, AND I HAVE TO PROTECT HER WHEN I GROW UP." ”

At this time, Xiang Yingbi, who was not far away, slowly followed, and Fang Yicheng hooked his little finger with Little JOY.

Fang Yicheng likes the little girl JOY more and more, and he sometimes feels that this little girl is a little similar to his previous naughty self in personality, and she also feels more cordial and close.

Little JOY also likes Fang Yicheng very much, and regards Fang Yicheng as his big friend, Fang Yicheng thinks that maybe it is because there are fewer children of the same age playing nearby.

JOY ALSO WHISPERED TO HIM THAT HIS MOTHER DIDN'T LIKE HER, AND THAT WHEN HIS FATHER WAS AWAY, HE SAID SHE WAS A WILD CHILD.

Fang Yicheng felt very strange, how could the child not like his mother? How can a mother say that her child is a wild child, and this kind of thing hurts the child's self-esteem.