In the golden October, the sky was high and air was crisp.
A car stopped outside the Yun Family's gate.
As soon as the car door opened, a little girl wearing a green hairpin dashed into the Yun Family's courtyard like a butterfly spreading its wings.
"Grandpa, Grandma—" The sweet little voice was melodious and penetrating.
Mr. Yun was sitting in a recliner with his wife, one sipping tea, the other knitting a sweater.
"I think our fourth son deserves a thrashing. He didn't even bring Qi back during the holidays!" said Old Mrs. Yun, her reading glasses slipping down her nose without her noticing.
"Yes, when he gets back, you hold him down first, and then we'll give him a good beating." Mr. Yun squinted, as if pondering the best way to discipline his youngest son to vent his anger.
At this moment, a clear child's voice came from outside, "Grandpa, Grandma—"
Mr. Yun was startled, hurriedly sat up straight, "Old woman, did you hear that? It sounded like Qi calling me?"
