The sun is shining, coconut trees are swaying, and the gentle sea breeze is stirring up waves. The golden beach stretches all the way along the coast, with no end in sight. .
The soft golden sand, barefoot, leaves a string of footprints. Another wave rushed onto the beach, splashing a little white foam. A boy of seven or eight years old squatted on the beach, his hair combed into a ponytail and hanging neatly behind his head, leaving two strands of hair on his forehead. The hem of his white clothes fell on the golden sand when he squatted down. The boy was barefoot, with a red rope and jade bell tied around his ankle.
As he moved, a jingling sound was made.
The boy turned his back to the waves behind him and completed his movements carefully. His dexterous fingers built rows of fortresses, gullies and walls, and his sharp phoenix eyes focused on the golden sand buildings in front of him.
"Brother Shaorong."
Duan Shubai held a small pair in each hand, and beside him stood Xiao Yuhe, who was holding an oil-paper umbrella. The four of them slowly came to the golden beach with the sea breeze blowing.
The little boy he held in his left hand was thin and small, wearing light yellow clothes. His appearance was similar to that of Xiao Yuhe. Needless to say, he was Duan Shubai's youngest son Duan Jingyuan, who was over five years old. Little Jingyuan snuggled on her father's chest obediently.
The little Shuang'er on the right hand is named Sun Ruozheng, the eldest son's fiancé. There are two pear dimples on his snow-white face. The cinnabar mole between his eyebrows is ruddy. His eyes are bright and charming. He is looking around curiously in Duan Shubai's arms. . As soon as he saw a boy playing in the sand not far away, he struggled to get off the ground.
"Uncle Duan." Sun Ruozheng turned his head and looked back at Duan Shubai.
Duan Shubai understood what he meant, squatted down and put him on the ground.
As soon as her feet touched the ground, the little pair quickly ran in the direction of the boy.
Standing in front of Jinsha City, Xiao Shuang'er softly called out again: "Brother Shaorong."
The young boy playing in the sand, Duan Shaorong, responded lazily without raising his eyes, still focusing on what he was doing.
"Brother Shaorong, what are you doing? Can I help you?"
Duan Shaorong's sight was blocked by him, he frowned and said in disgust: "Don't stand here, don't move around, don't damage my city wall."
"Brother Shaorong..."
His tone became more and more impatient, "Go away, you can't do it, don't delay me."
Sun Ruozheng was disappointed and aggrieved, "Brother Shaorong, I also want to pile sand."
Duan Shaorong ignored the sand in his hands and directly dragged Sun Ruozheng's sleeves, pulled him to a nearby place, and circled a place for him with his feet, "Here, you stay here with your sand, and don't disturb me. "
Sun Ruozheng responded obediently: "Oh."
Duan Shubai, who was in the distance, saw this scene, looked at each other with Xiao Yuhe, and said, "This kid's character is really hard to beat."
Duan Shubai also didn't expect that his eldest son Tuantuan, who was silly and cute when he was young, would become more and more annoying as he grew up. He had a bad temper and a tough temper. He looked like "I am invincible in the world" and wanted to be beaten. Yesterday, he ran to Lanqian carrying a wooden stick. There was an unprovoked riot in the military camp, and four or five soldiers were injured, and Duan Shubai gave him a bad scolding.
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