I listened to my sister's words today.

Luo's mother pushed the door open and walked in, bringing with her a gentle breeze. The warm light in the house shone on her slightly tired but gentle face.

Her gaze swept across the room, finally landing on the child in the old lady's arms, a hint of helpless yet doting smile flashed in her eyes.

He walked over a few steps and said softly, "It's time to take a break. Don't tire your mother-in-law out."

As he spoke, he reached out and picked up the child gently, his movements very gentle.

Yun Yiruo sensed Luo Mu's breath and immediately stopped playing. She raised her head slightly and looked at Luo Mu with her big eyes blinking.

Luo's mother leaned over, picked her up from the old lady's legs, and patted her back gently, as if to soothe her heartbeat that had quickened due to excitement.

"When you grow up a little, you can learn it."

At this time, footsteps were heard outside the door, steady and rhythmic. It was the footsteps of the housekeeper.

"The housekeeper is here, go say hello, okay?"

Yun Yiruo raised her head and nodded obediently, with a hint of childishness in her movements.

Then he handed the wooden sculpture of a kitten to the old lady.

"Grandma, this is back to you."

The old lady was stunned for a moment, then smiled, her smile revealing kindness and relief that was difficult to conceal.

He took the wood carving and gently stroked the child's forehead, his eyes full of love and approval for this little figure.

The corners of Luo's mother's mouth rose slightly, as if she was very satisfied with the child's understanding. At this moment, the footsteps outside the door had clearly stopped at the door, and the figure of the housekeeper immediately came into everyone's sight.

The housekeeper bent down slightly, his expression full of excitement, even his voice trembling: "Madam, Madam, long time no see! I..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the old lady sitting next to him stand up and wave at him, with a hint of emotion in her voice.

"Oh, our Yun family should have thanked you so much back then, why are you still saying such awkward things?"

The scene suddenly made the air feel heavy, as if some memories from the past were slowly emerging, carrying with them some bitterness and nostalgia.

The butler lowered his eyes and moved his lips, but said nothing more. He just stood more respectfully.

The old lady suddenly thought of something and asked tentatively, "Then...how are the children at home?"

As soon as these words came out, it was as if something was silently shattered.

The butler raised his head, then quickly lowered it, his expression somewhat gloomy.

He sighed deeply and said in a low voice: "The child...is gone."

"Gone?" The old lady was stunned, the expression on her face froze in an instant, even a little unbelievable, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes deepened a little.

"How could that be? Didn't you say it was in the early stages?"

The butler raised his head with a complicated look in his eyes, as if he was recalling the unbearable past.

He shook his head and said in a heavy tone, "But it suddenly worsened, no one could have expected it."

These few short sentences were like an invisible knife, stabbing fiercely into the air and into the old lady's heart.

She froze in place, muttering, "No one could have imagined..."

As if to ease the depressing atmosphere, the housekeeper accidentally glanced at the child in Luo's mother's arms.

He was slightly stunned, then forced a smile and changed the subject: "Madam, this child is...?"

Luo's mother looked down at Yun Yiru in her arms, complex emotions flashing in her eyes.

This vague movement instantly gave the butler some understanding. His expression softened, and he took a step forward and whispered, "Hello, little friend."

Yun Yiruo was in Luo Mu's arms, looking timidly at the strange yet somewhat friendly old man in front of her.

After a moment of hesitation, he responded softly, "Um... hello."

Seeing this, the housekeeper's smile deepened a little, and his tone was gentle as if he was afraid of scaring the child.

"You can call me Uncle Fu. If you have any problems in the future, you can come to me."

Yun Yiruo looked at him cautiously, nodded as if she understood, and said in a voice as low as a mosquito: "I... my name is Yun Yiruo."

She pursed her lips, still a little reserved, her small hands tightly grasping a corner of Luo Mu's sleeve, as if grasping the last support.

Luo's mother noticed her movements, patted her back gently, and said softly: "Ruoruo, don't be afraid, Uncle Fu is a very good person, he will take care of us."

This sentence seemed to give Yun Yiru a little sense of security. She relaxed a little timidly, but still didn't dare to raise her head completely. She glanced at Uncle Fu secretly, then quickly lowered her head.

This short self-introduction was like a declaration, or a continuation of some kind of power, which made the butler pause.

He repeated in a low voice: "Yun Yiruo... nice name."

As they were talking, the wind outside suddenly grew stronger, making the windows rustle slightly, as if responding to this solemn yet tender conversation.

The butler was originally looking down at something in deep thought, when suddenly, this name flashed through his mind.

His eyes widened instantly, an expression of astonishment appeared on his face, and then he quickly raised his head and looked straight at the lady sitting not far away.

Luo's mother nodded slightly, a complicated look on her face, and then shook her head, as if there were a thousand hidden entanglements in her heart.

A barely perceptible tenderness flashed across his eyes, but was quickly replaced by a forbearing calmness, as if he was weighing the pros and cons, or resisting.

The butler stood aside, maintaining his usual respect and composure on the surface, but his eyes flickered with a hint of uncontrollable excitement.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, as if he was suppressing the waves churning in his heart.

However, he was a man who had seen many storms after all, so he quickly calmed down and changed the subject in a steady tone.

"The master is already in the car. Shall we...set off now?"

The old lady sat in the corner, skillfully tidying up a pile of wood carvings and spoke in a slightly joking tone.

"This old man is really anxious, urging us to get on the bus early."

Luo's mother bent down gently, picked up a pair of brand new white shoes, and put them on the child gently.

"Okay, let's go now."

Yun Yiruo sat on the chair, shaking her short legs, and suddenly jumped off the chair and ran to the housekeeper.

She raised her little face, stretched out a tender little white hand and tugged at the butler's trouser leg.

Uncle Fu bent down, bent his knees slightly, and moved very carefully, as if he was afraid of scaring the child.

With a kind smile on his face, he asked softly, "What's wrong, little friend?"

Yun Yiru was slightly stunned, then puffed up her cheeks, her little face full of an expression of dissatisfaction.

With his hands on his hips, he spoke in a serious yet childish tone: "Um... I'm not a child!"

As he spoke, he carefully took out a small paper bag from behind his back and handed it to Uncle Fu, "This is for you!"

Uncle Fu was stunned for a moment, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but then his smile became even wider.

He took the paper package. Although the package was simple, it exuded a refreshing tea fragrance.

I couldn't help but take a deep breath and feel the sweetness and freshness in the fragrance, like a breeze blowing in my face from a high mountain tea garden.

"Thank you, Xiao...Oh, Miss Yun."

Uncle Fu deliberately prolonged the ending tone, which made Yun Yiru burst out laughing.

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