"Ling Sister is here, Ling Sister is here, come out, come out..."
While Ling Weiwei, the beautiful minister, and Lin Fei were unloading things from the car, a perceptive child spotted the arrival of Ling Weiwei, the beautiful minister.
Suddenly, after a burst of cheering, the doors of the rooms on the east, back, and west sides of the courtyard opened almost simultaneously.
More than a dozen children under the age of five, and seven or eight boys and girls ranging from eleven to fourteen years old, ran out of their rooms one after another.
Like moths to a flame, they all surged toward Ling Weiwei, the beautiful minister.
"Ling Sister, Ling Sister, I've missed you so much."
"Me too, me too."
"Ling Sister, hug."
...
Once the group of children had swarmed around Ling Weiwei, the beautiful minister, Lin Fei, who had been standing close by helping her with the things, was like a lone boat on the open sea, inevitably washed ashore by the tremendous waves.
