This is a story that only belongs to them, a poem that begins with their existence.
Luo Yue sat in front of the altar and read a fairy tale book aloud, with an elegant smile on her lips.
Ming Ye lay lazily on the bench, pretending to take a nap and enjoying the warm voice.
Liufeng sat on the carpet in front of the priest, supporting his somewhat sleepy brother beside him.
Liu Shui leaned against his younger brother, seemingly concentrating on his work, but in reality his mind was wandering, imagining the next prank.
Solomon sat on Luo Yue's lap, curiously looking at the exquisite illustrations in the picture book in front of him.
Li Xia nestled in Solomon's arms, stubbornly refusing to move even though the pages of the book were turning.
A song with only six notes is like the freeze-frame of that warm afternoon, quietly overflowing.