I listened to my sister's words today.

After dinner, the family sat around the dining table, enjoying the aroma of tea, and talked about interesting things in the past and the little things in their current life.

The old people were talking excitedly, their voices sometimes choked with sobs, sometimes they laughed softly, but there was something meaningful hidden in their eyes.

As they talked, the atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

Father Yun lowered his head and took a sip of tea: "Some things should be left in the past. Don't worry about them anymore."

Luo's mother nodded and continued, "Yes, let's see later, let's see later."

Father Yun kept holding the teacup and refused to put it down, while Mother Luo was pinching the cloth on the corner of the table, as if trying to hide her emotions.

After a moment, the two old men seemed to realize that they had talked too much, waved their hands, forced a smile and changed the subject.

"Hey, now that you've eaten and drunk enough, go outside and get some fresh air."

Ye Shihan pulled Yun Yiruo toward the front yard of the restaurant, where the breeze carried the scent of osmanthus.

There is a hidden world in the courtyard, with rockery and small bridges, which is quiet and peaceful.

Yun Yiruo put her hands behind her back, looked around as she walked, and exclaimed, "Wow, this decoration is so exquisite.

"Sister Ye, are you very busy at university right now?"

I didn’t see you coming back yesterday.”

The tone was light, but with a hint of complaint.

Ye Shihan looked up at the yard full of lanterns.

"It's not so busy, but I have some projects and papers to deal with, so my schedule is a bit tight."

Although the words were spoken lightly, there was a hint of fatigue in his tone.

Yun Yiruo listened, stopped, looked back at her, and suddenly asked, "Sister Ye, will you have more time to spend with your family after you finish your work?"

Ye Shihan was slightly startled when she heard Yun Yiruo's question, then she lowered her head and chuckled, with a hint of tenderness in her eyes.

"Of course I will. Once I'm done with this, I'll be able to spend time with you however you want."

Yun Yiru's eyes lit up, as if she had grasped a promise that could not be missed, and her tone became excited.

"That's what you said, don't regret it!"

Yun Yiru immediately ran to her side, jumped like a little deer, took Ye Shihan's arm and shook it gently.

The two walked side by side towards the rockery, the bluestone road under their feet shining with a warm luster under the sunset.

There is a small bridge with flowing water beside the rockery, a few egrets fly by, and the clouds in the sky seem to be dyed with a layer of intoxicating warm color.

Yun Yiruo sat down on the stone railing of the small bridge, her legs swinging gently, like a restless child.

Suddenly, he lowered his head, looked at the gurgling stream, and said in a vague voice, "Sister Ye, sometimes I envy you."

Ye Shihan was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then asked curiously, "What do you envy me for?"

Yun Yiruo raised her head, the smile on her face faded a little, and her tone was as light as a feather, but it concealed her seriousness.

"You always know what you want and you have the ability to achieve it."

After a pause, his eyes swept across the distant mountains and returned to Ye Shihan.

"I'm different. I hesitate to do anything, always afraid of making the wrong choice."

Ye Shihan stood quietly, her gentle gaze falling on Yun Yiru.

The wind blew through her long hair, as if taking away a moment of contemplation.

After a moment, he looked up into the distance, his tone calm but with a certain comfort: "Actually, I am also confused and afraid."

He smiled slightly, as if talking about something very ordinary.

"It's just that I don't like others seeing it."

Yun Yiru was stunned, as if she had not expected Sister Ye to say that.

Ye Shihan continued, "Everyone has their own pace. You don't have to compete with anyone."

"You have your time."

Yun Yiruo's eyes widened, as if she had heard something new and surprising: "Really?"

"of course it's true."

Ye Shihan reached out and pinched her face, with a bit of pampering and encouragement.

“However, I still hope you can be more confident.

"Whatever you do, at least be nice to yourself."

The expression on Yun Yiru's face gradually relaxed, as if a stone pressing on her heart had been gently removed.

She muttered softly: "Be nice to yourself..."

A gentle voice called out from the distance: "Yiruo, Shihan, come back and have some hot tea."

Ye Shihan looked up and saw Luo's mother standing in the courtyard, holding a tea tray in her hands and smiling.

He patted his sister's shoulder gently and said, "Let's go and have some tea to warm ourselves up."

The two responded, got up from the small bridge, and walked towards the courtyard along the winding path.

The breeze blowing into the yard was filled with the faint fragrance of osmanthus.

Back to the tea table, the old man was fiddling with an antique purple clay teapot with his head down, looking focused, as if he was trying to figure out how to make the tea more fragrant.

The teacup on the table was steaming and emitting a refreshing fragrance.

Ye Shihan pulled Yun Yiru to sit down at the table and handed her a cup of hot tea.

"Here, try this, it's freshly brewed, it should be good."

Yun Yiruo took the teacup and took a sip carefully, but frowned: "It's too bitter!"

He put the teacup aside in disgust, moving so quickly as if he was afraid that the bitter taste would get on him.

Luo's mother came out of the house, holding a stack of colorful papers in her hand. She smiled and said, "Shihan, didn't you say a while ago that you wanted to teach Yiruo how to origami?"

"I happen to be free today, so let's give it a try."

"Origami?"

When Yun Yiru heard this, her head suddenly ached and her brows furrowed slightly, as if a picture flashed through her mind.

Ye Shihan noticed her strangeness and stood up with a smile: "It's okay, origami is very simple."

"I'll teach you how to fold something special. I guarantee you'll like it."

The mother, daughter and two daughters sat around the coffee table in the living room. The table was covered with colorful papers. Ye Shihan patiently taught Yun Yiruo how to fold a dancing butterfly.

Yun Yiru was flustered at first, but soon she was amused and burst into laughter. Luo's mother also smiled with her eyes curved.

At the tea table in the distance, Father Yun was discussing the tea ceremony with the two elders, while occasionally glancing in the direction of the mother and daughter.

The old lady whispered, "This is a reunion, so lively and cheerful."

Ye Shihan held a freshly folded paper crane in her hand, placed it on the table, and looked up at her sister.

"See, it's not difficult."

Yun Yiruo blinked and picked up another thin piece of purple paper.

A few minutes later, a slightly crooked little paper crane appeared on the table.

Yun Yiruo held up the paper crane with a smug smile on her face.

Ye Shihan couldn't help laughing and reached out to touch her head: "Not bad, a lot of progress compared to last time!"

Luo Muwei saw this scene and said with a smile: "Shihan, you can teach me some simple ones."

"Mom, that's because when I was a kid, all you taught me to fold were weird things. They were too difficult, okay!"

Luo's mother put down the teacup and rubbed her face: "You blame me? That's what you asked me to teach you."