"Who said I didnât bring a letter back?" Yang Xiayun pouted.
"Heh, you call that a letter?" Yang Qingtong said while patting his sisterâs little head, "Itâs only a few words on a piece of paper, I can count them all. Big brother said that your âfamily lettersâ never exceed fifty words. Are you even embarrassed to call that a letter? Have you seen the letters sister writes? She uses so many sheets of paper each time."
Upon hearing this, Yang Xiayun stuck out her tongue, "Hehe, Brother, you shouldnât nitpick so much. No matter how many or few words, you canât change the fact that it is a letter."
"You always have an excuse."
"Brother Qingtong!" Luo Linyu, who had come over with Yang Xiayun, saw the siblings hugging and didnât want to interrupt.
She waited until the two had finished speaking before saying anything.
When Yang Qingtong saw the little girl in front of him, his mind suddenly filled with memories from many years ago, of the little girl who would cling to him upon seeing him, and how she would cry and fuss if she didnât.
Now, the little girl had grown into a young lady, and in another two or three years, she could be talked about for marriage.
"Linyu, itâs been a long time since we last met. Are you doing well here?"
"Yes, my cousins and cousinâs wife treat me very well."
"Little brother, doesnât Linyu look prettier than before?" Yang Xiayun chimed in from the side.
Yang Qingtong chuckled, "Linyu has always been pretty, definitely more so than this wild monkey of mine."
"Wow... Sister, look at little brother, am I really his sister or not?"
"Alright, alright, stop messing around, letâs go inside to talk," Yang Chuxia pulled her aside and agreed, "Youâre definitely not as pretty as Linyu, but whether youâre pretty or not doesnât matter. After all, Linhao doesnât mind, so thatâs good enough."
Yang Chuxiaâs words turned the girlâs cheeks red, and she stopped talking.
"Tsk, Sister, even this wild monkey knows how to be shy. Thatâs something."
"Brother..."
Yang Xiayun stamped her foot.
As they entered the house, Yang Qingtong was just about to ask why he hadnât seen his two little nephews, when two little boys dressed in jackets with rabbit fur edges came thumping in, each wearing a monkey cap decorated with a small pom-pom, and a little tail attached to the back.
When they turned around, he noticed they also had long rabbit fur tails on their clothes.
"Mom, Auntie..."
"Mom... Look at this..."
The two little boys ran in one after the other, each holding a stuffed animal. Upon closer inspection, they were in the shape of animals, made by Mingcui and the new girl, Ming Yu.
"Do they look good?" Yangyang showed the tiger in his arms to Yang Chuxia.
"You must have grabbed it as soon as it was finished, huh? It looks pretty good."
"Mhm, mhm, my brother and I both have one," Yangyang tugged at Lele who was beside him.
"Mom, mine is a rabbit."
"Mingcuiâs craftsmanship is quite good. Later on, Iâll have her make more toys for you," Yang Chuxia said as she patted Leleâs little head. "Come here, your little Uncle is here. Go and say hello to Uncle."
"Sister, theyâve grown so much, just over a year since I last saw them, and theyâve changed completely." Yang Qingtong looked at the two little boys who, when he left, could barely walk steadily, yet now were able to run and jump.
Upon hearing this, Lele came over with his little rabbit and stared at Yang Qingtong for a while before suddenly saying, "I remember you, Uncle Qingtong."
Yang Qingtong widened his eyes at those words, "You, you really remember me?" Then looked at Yang Chuxia, "He, he can actually remember me?"
"I remember you, you used to read to me," Lele said earnestly.