I listened to my sister's words today.

The family sat around the round table. The sumptuous reunion lunch had come to an end, and the air was still filled with the aroma of food and the aftertaste of laughter.

In the fruit bowl on the table, peeled orange peels were piled randomly, and the sweet scent overflowing filled the air, making people unable to help but reach out to take another one.

The afternoon sun shines through the grape trellis in the courtyard, casting patches of light on the bluestone floor.

The breeze blows gently, bringing a rare warmth in winter.

The family walked into the yard in groups of three or four, playing with the gifts given by Yun Yiruo.

Ye Shihan stood aside, holding the newly acquired camera in both hands.

Press the shutter button, and the camera scans every warm moment in the courtyard - Grandpa leans on the rattan chair, peeling oranges leisurely.

Father Luo was also sitting aside admiring the watch.

Yun Yiruo was squatting on the ground, peeling tangerines.

"Click--" The camera froze this scene. Ye Shihan's mouth corners slightly raised, and she couldn't help but adjust the angle and aim it at her sister.

At this moment, Luo's mother gently closed the folder in her hand, looked up at the child who was still eating tangerines with relish not far away, and a hint of tenderness flashed in her eyes.

He stretched out his hand and beckoned: "Baby, come here."

Yun Yiruo still had a piece of fruit in her mouth. When she heard her mother's voice, she immediately ran over and threw herself into Luo's arms like a happy little deer. She called softly, "Mom, what's wrong?"

Luo's mother smiled and patted her back. Feeling the familiar warmth from her daughter, the tenderness in her eyes became even stronger.

He pulled out a piece of paper from the file bag and gently stroked the edge of the page with his fingertips, as if he was brewing something.

"Mom has a gift for you too."

Yun Yiruo tilted her head and took the document: "What is this?"

His fingertips gently slid along the words on the paper, and his eyes fell on the eye-catching title - **Equity Donation Agreement**.

"This is the Yun family's property."

Luo's mother paused, her eyes deep.

“Everyone gets one.”

Yun Yiruo looked down at the document in her hand, not quite understanding what was going on, then looked up at her mother.

"Ohhh...thank you, mom!"

Although he said this, there was a hint of confusion in his tone.

The yard was quiet, with the occasional rustling of leaves in the wind.

Mother Luo looked at the child's expression and couldn't help but chuckle. She reached out and rubbed her hair, whispering, "You'll understand later."

Although Yun Yiruo still didn't quite understand the true meaning of this document, she could feel her mother's seriousness.

Ye Shihan captured this moment through her camera lens. The sunlight outlined the silhouettes of mother and daughter.

The old man finished peeling the oranges, looked at them with a smile, and waved to Yun Yiruo: "Girl, come here and talk to grandpa."

When Yun Yiru heard this, she jumped over and sat down next to her grandfather.

The old man picked up a peeled orange and handed it to her mouth: "Come, taste it and see if it is sweet."

"So sweet!"

Yun Yiruo sat quietly beside her grandfather, her eyes wandering under the eaves looking for something interesting.

In a corner of the yard, a small vegetable patch lies there quietly.

Yun Yiruo stood up and walked over on tiptoe, and suddenly found a few inconspicuous little flowers blooming shyly in the corner.

"Grandma! Grandma! Come and see!"

Yun Yiruo shouted joyfully, her voice full of unconcealed excitement, "These flowers are blooming!"

“It was just a bud when I last came here!”

The old lady sitting next to the old man heard her granddaughter's call and also walked over.

"Yeah, I haven't taken care of it lately, but it opened on its own... It's really spiritual."

Suddenly, Ye Shihan, who was standing nearby, frowned and stared at a strange object in the vegetable patch. She pointed and said, "Grandma...this pumpkin, doesn't it always grow in the ground?"

"Why is this one lying on the ground?"

The old lady looked in the direction of her hand, walked a few steps closer, bent down and picked up the pumpkin that had a cracked corner and was almost rotten.

He sighed, "If pumpkins don't grow on the ground, how could they grow on trees? Kids nowadays don't even know that."

Ye Shihan stuck out her tongue and scratched the back of her head embarrassedly.

But Yun Yiruo was not listening, her eyes had already drifted to an old box on the windowsill.

She quietly tugged at Sister Ye's sleeve and asked softly, "Can we set off fireworks here?"

"You can't let it go."

Ye Shihan answered casually while lowering her head to adjust the hem of her skirt.

"This is the Second Ring Road. It seems that fireworks are banned in the entire area except for the Fifth Ring Road."

The little hand pointed at a small firecracker under the window, and there was a hint of pleading in her tone: "Then... can you set off one?"

Ye Shihan was slightly stunned. She looked in the direction of her hand and found a little shadow of fireworks in the box by the window.

Those were the firecrackers my grandma bought to drive away the birds in the vegetable garden. The other larger fireworks were not allowed to be set off, so they were piled there, covered with a thin layer of dust.

Yun Yiruo blinked her eyes, her voice soft and sticky, with three parts of pleading and seven parts of expectation: "Sister, just set off one. I have never seen fireworks before."

The word "sister" was as sweet as honey, and it directly bewitched Ye Shihan's heart and made it soften like a pool of spring water.

He coughed lightly, cleared his throat with feigned calmness, and frowned pretentiously, as if he was thinking deeply.

After a moment, she lowered her voice, and a dangerous arc appeared at the corner of her mouth: "...It's not impossible."

Yun Yiru's eyes lit up instantly and she jumped up with excitement.

Ye Shihan patted her sister's shoulder and warned in a low voice, "But let's make it clear! You can only put one!"

"Uh-huh!"

Yun Yiruo nodded repeatedly.

"Let's go!" Ye Shihan waved her hand, turned around and walked towards the window.

He squatted beside the cardboard box and reached in to search for the fireworks inside.

My fingertips ran over the rough cardboard, and I secretly wondered what kind of one I should choose.

This is the Second Ring Road, the central area, and the frequency of police patrols is frighteningly high. If a big thing explodes in the air, I'm afraid that the police car will stop behind you as soon as it is ignited.

Yun Yiruo squatted beside them, excitedly reaching out and pulling out a bundle of fireworks. She casually took one off and shook it: "Let's set this off."

Ye Shihan's gaze was fixed on the thick firework in her sister's hand.

He quickly reached out to take it, lowering his voice and saying, "No, no! Isn't this too outrageous?"

Yun Yiruo curled her lips, a hint of unwillingness flashed in her eyes, but she soon started searching again with great interest.

Seeing this, Ye Shihan groped in the box deftly and finally.

His eyes lit up, and he pulled out a slender firework stick and handed it to his sister: "Hey! How about this one?"

Firework sticks are light and slender, with little gunpowder. When burning, only tiny golden stars will emerge, which will linger around your fingertips like fireflies. They are beautiful without causing too much noise.

Yun Yiru looked at the small firework and frowned, as if she thought it was too small.

"That's it."

Yun Yiruo pouted, but finally compromised and took the firework stick.