Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Natasha, Steve and Sam are back.

They come quietly, and they are going to go quietly. They say they are like clouds, but they are actually more like wind, leaving no trace.

When Natasha walked into the gate of the villa with her small bag on her back, she was still thinking about whether she would have a chance to pick up Daisy from school this afternoon. Unexpectedly, just after entering the door, a small figure ran out cheerfully like picking honey bees. As soon as he heard the steward's announcement, he jumped out of the house to welcome the guests.

"Aunt Xiaona!" Daisy threw herself into Natasha's arms.

Surprised and delighted, Natasha hugged Daisy, kissed hard, and asked, "Why didn't you go to kindergarten?"

Today is Wednesday, and it is not a holiday, and the kindergarten does not have a holiday.

"Because Sophia said that a hurricane is coming." Daisy said, "I will give the children a holiday."

"So that's the case." Natasha said.

She came from outside, the sky was clear, cloudless, and there was no sign of a hurricane coming.

If there is, it is that the air is a bit stuffy today.

Tuanzi was very busy, hugging Aunt Xiaona and Steve affectionately.

The adult with blond hair and blue eyes was holding the child with blond hair and blue eyes. Sam saw him from behind and said, "If Daisy had fallen on your head, no one would suspect that you were not her father."

"I don't have that much luck," Steve said. "Besides, Daisy is nice to be Tony's kid."

"My dad is just fine," Daisy said.

She has been used to this kind of gathering year by year, but every time they meet, she inevitably cheers.

There are 360 ​​five days in a year, how long can we spend together?

Tony is at home too.

He was going to go out today. Daisy was on vacation, so as a father, he would do his work at home and spend time with the children.

"But looking at it this way, it seems that I don't need me for the time being." Tony said.

At this moment, everyone has already sat down, talking, drinking water, and playing with the children.

This time, for the first time, it wasn't Steve, or Natasha, with the baby, but Falcon Sam.

Sam has always felt that he is not very good at taking care of children. Many times, Daisy is next to other adults, and he just watches.

Today, the children of the Stark family invited him to come and unpack the new doll blind box together.

Sam was wearing glasses, carefully and slowly reading the instructions on the blind box.

"This one..." He pointed to the words and read to Daisy and himself, "Every time you tear off a piece of wrapping paper, you can get a small part."

"Suitable for children over six years old." Sam said, looking at Daisy over the glasses.

Daisy was a little dazed and disappointed: "I'm only about to be five years old. Can't I play?"

"Children under the age of six can use it when accompanied by an adult." Sam said, "Be flexible."

As he spoke, he tore open the blind box slowly.

Nowadays, children play with more and more kinds of toys, and the times are already different.

After tearing off the wrapping paper, a few parts fell from the outer wall of the box. Sam and Daisy took them apart and found that they were small umbrellas, small shoes and so on.

"Wow." Daisy looked like a baby, holding it in her hands, cherishing it, "This is very cute."

Sam opened the box again, and a little girl with colorful hair came out of the box.

"Okay, it's over." He put the box aside.

Daisy put small shoes and a small umbrella on the doll, and smiled: "This is a beautiful little girl."

"Pretty?" Sam looked at the doll in neon green sunglasses and leopard-print skirt with straight steel eyes, and couldn't agree more.

"What's next?" he asked.

Daisy took out more than 20 such blind boxes.

Falcon's hand trembled slightly.

Everyone made lunch together. There was a hurricane warning today, so Tony gave Wendy a leave of absence and didn't call her to work.

A few people who have been traveling for a long time cook simple meals, but they are also delicious.

Steve and Sam's stew has a rough-hewn flavor.

"Have you ever eaten army rations?" Sam asked Daisy. "I used to eat army rations...the chocolate is really delicious."

"Is it Belgian handmade chocolate?" Daisy asked.

Falcon said: "No."

"Is it colorful chocolate beans?" Daisy asked again.

Sam said, "No."

When Daisy heard this, her heart moved, she wanted to know which family's chocolate it was, and wanted to try it.

"Chocolate is ordinary chocolate." Sam said, "But life was more difficult at that time, and the five-point sweetness became very sweet in the mouth."

Daisy listened half-understood and nodded slowly.

In the afternoon, Daisy wanted to fly a kite with Natasha outside the villa.

It's windy outside, perfect for kite flying.

It was only when the kite was taken out that before it could be put up, the wind became stronger and stronger. It was just blowing gently on the face, but suddenly it blew up, blowing people's hair straight back.

The strong wind knocked down the leaves, and also brought large dark clouds. The sky was clear just now, but at this moment, the city was covered by dark clouds, and the sunlight was covered by layers of dark clouds.

"A hurricane is coming." Natasha's face turned serious, she picked up Daisy and went home with the kite.

"Why did the hurricane come all of a sudden?" Daisy looked up at the sky while nestling in Natasha's arms.

Before the gate closed, she saw the raindrops blowing with the wind, and began to fall with a patter.

"The hurricane moves very fast." Natasha said, "The destructive power is also amazing."

She carried Daisy home, put her in the living room, and stared at Steve who stood up from the sofa. The two nodded at each other without saying anything.

They'd be leaving tonight if the hurricane hadn't come.

If the hurricane passes quickly, it may also be able to leave in time.

Probably the sky is going to stay. The hurricane started to blow in the afternoon and continued until the evening.

Daisy lay on the floor-to-ceiling windows watching the hurricane.

In front of nature, man is like a mayfly shaking a big tree, he is really very small.

Children may not understand this, but Daisy can understand it when she sees it blowing wildly and bending the big trees like a hurricane of the doomsday messenger.

"What about our family, Dad?" Daisy looked at the hurricane for a while, and saw a lot of fear, especially when she saw a lonely tree bent down weakly in the heavy rain. , ran to ask Tony.

Tony is also watching the hurricane, but he is watching it from the satellite image of his mobile phone to see how long it will take for the hurricane to leave New York.

"Our home is strong, nothing will happen," Tony said.

But the sound of wind and rain is so loud that it is really impossible for people to play well.

When a hurricane comes, be careful with electricity. The electricity at home is temporarily turned off. Fortunately, once the little yellow man messed up and broke the power supply, he reminded Tony to purchase enough candles and outdoor lights at home, so in the big living room , Light up a golden candle seedling.

Looking at the time, it was still evening, but it was as dark as midnight.

Natasha put the candle in the cup on the table, and said to Daisy, "Be careful not to touch it, it may burn your skin."

"Okay." Daisy said.

This evening, everyone is eating sandwiches with ready-made vegetable clips.

Holding the sandwich, Natasha said to Daisy who was still very worried about the hurricane: "We are hiding in a small stable tent now, it is very safe, and we don't have to be afraid of anything."

Daisy listened, cheered up, and gorged on her sandwich.

When it was bedtime, the hurricane still didn't stop, whistling, showing its presence through the cracks in the window.

The housekeeper lowered another window, and it became much quieter.

Daisy didn't really want to sleep by herself tonight.

The adults still had to talk in the living room, and she was lying on the small bed in the bedroom alone, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. She didn't feel like sleeping in a flat house, but on a small boat floating in the vast ocean.

Tony touched Sam with his wine glass, and looked up to see his child coming in from the living room door dragging a blanket.

"Can't sleep?" he asked.

"Dad, I feel a little scared." Daisy said, "Why isn't the hurricane gone?"

"The speed of the hurricane is very fast, but the hurricane is also very large, moving like a giant, so you feel that it is going very slowly." Tony said, "Don't be afraid, we are all here."

He raised his hand and wrapped the child who was approaching him with a blanket, stretched out his arms to hug him, and said in a low voice, "Then I'll go in and tell you a story, what do you think?"

The old father had just taken a sip of wine, and when he spoke, his breath was mixed with a faint smell of alcohol, which was not unpleasant.

"I just want to sleep with you." Daisy said softly, "and Aunt Cortana."

"Pep won't let me go." Natasha said quietly.

"Just want everyone to sleep together," Daisy said.

Tony asked, "How can there be such a big bed?"

In the end, though, they all did sleep together, making bunks on the living room floor.

Daisy's bed was made especially thickly.

Adults and children were lying on the ground in disorder, with quilts wrapped around them, and they wanted to spend a hurricane night together.

The candles have been replaced with outdoor electric lights, and only two are lit, giving off a warm light.

Daisy shrank back from being surrounded by the adults, feeling very at ease in her heart.

"Are you still afraid?" Natasha asked.

The soft toddler shook his head under the quilt: "There is no fear anymore."

She has the habit of listening to bedtime stories, and now everyone is sleeping together, and she also wants to listen to a story before closing her eyes and going to sleep.

On the night of the hurricane, a few figures gathered in the villa that was lit like a solitary lamp. Amidst the seemingly invisible sound of the hurricane raging, there were whispers of telling bedtime stories.

"Let me tell a story..." It was Steve's turn to tell a story, Steve thought about it, and said slowly, "I'll tell a story about a brave soldier defeating an evil villain."

He said that the bad guy tore off the mask, and there was a scary face like a skeleton underneath.

"Isn't it good to tell a child this bedtime story?" Sam used his arm as a pillow and put it under his head, complaining.

He was the one who complained, and he was the one who listened very seriously.

Daisy didn't protest.

It was Natasha who expressed her opinion with a soft "shh".Natasha propped herself up, showed everyone the group that was snuggled up to her, smiled very lightly and softly, and said, "She's already asleep."

Daisy had a sweet dream on the night of the hurricane.

When he woke up, there was already light from the floor-to-ceiling windows.The adults around me are still asleep, the branches that have been blown by the rain and the wind are still stained with rain and dew, the new shoots have not been knocked off, and they are still full of fresh greenery.

The hurricane has passed.