I listened to my sister's words today.

Just now, the old man and Yun's father had just walked to the door to greet the enthusiastic neighbors and onlookers. The laughter and conversations intertwined into a lively scene.

I just came back from outside, and the air in the Yun family courtyard still carries the fresh breath of the cold outside.

A low complaining sound happened to come from my ear. It was Yun Yiru's voice, whispering about the grievances she had suffered outside, with a barely perceptible anger and grievance in her tone.

Every word seemed like a sharp knife, piercing into the hearts of the men in the family and cutting through their inner fragility.

When he heard his granddaughter's voice, the old man's face immediately darkened and anger flashed in his eyes.

His eyes were sharp, as if they could see through everything. He was about to open his mouth to vent his anger, but was stopped by Luo's mother standing beside him with a calm look.

The old lady stood in the open space next to the door, her face calm, as if nothing had happened.

But there was a hint of worry in her eyes, a worry that could not be hidden.

He walked slowly to Yun Yiru's side, gently carried her to the wooden box beside him, his eyes soft and loving.

The old lady moved steadily and calmly as she opened the lid of the box. The box still retained its original appearance - although a little worn.

But each item appears to have been carved by time and still retains its unique charm.

There are countless exquisite small boxes in the box. The boxes are stained with traces of time and emit a faint wood fragrance, as if they are treasures taken out from the long river of time.

Each small box carries a small story, lying here quietly, waiting for the right person to interpret it.

In a corner of the box, several sets of costumes were carefully stacked. On the brightly colored fabrics, one could still see the shadows of the dancers who once danced.

The fabrics of the clothes are smooth, and the former stage glory is still hard to conceal, as if telling an unknown past.

There are also some small pieces of paper placed next to it. The little people on the paper are carved vividly with different postures, as if they can come alive from the paper at any time and start a wonderful performance.

Yun Yiruo stretched out her hand and gently touched the little figures with her fingertips. She could feel the delicate carvings. Every inch of the curved limbs was full of ingenuity and cleverness.

Behind them, there are several small wooden sticks, which are tools used to control these little people. The exquisite design makes these puppets lifelike, as if they can start a gorgeous shadow play at any time.

The old lady looked at these old objects, smiled slightly, and with a hint of nostalgia in her eyes, she said softly: "These are the oldest movie shadow puppets."

Yun Yiruo's eyes suddenly lit up, filled with curiosity and amazement. She couldn't help but blurt out, "Wow! Grandma can do this?"

With eyes wide open, he stared intently at the rows of little figures, with countless curiosity and expectations surging in his heart.

Imagine that the puppets suddenly come to life, jumping and flying, as if a magical magic trick is being performed before your eyes.

"Oh, I don't know how to do that."

He paused, his eyes wandering slightly, and he smiled softly, "But your grandfather loves watching shadow puppetry, so he liked collecting these things a long time ago."

As they talked, the topic unconsciously turned to Peking Opera.

A gleam flashed in the old lady's eyes, and she began to talk about her experience of watching Peking Opera when she was young with great interest.

The film describes in detail the gorgeous costumes, exquisite makeup, and the actors' skillful acting skills, so vividly that it seems as if the scene is appearing before your eyes again.

I even couldn't help but hum a Peking Opera tune, and that unique charm echoed in the yard.

Yun Yiru was deeply attracted by her grandmother's opera voice and listened attentively.

When the song ended, Yun Yiruo jumped up excitedly and asked impatiently, "Grandma, can you take me to see a live performance?"

The old lady nodded without hesitation: "As long as I have time, I will take you to see it with your own eyes."

As soon as the words fell, Yun Yiruo happily jumped up and picked up the phone, quickly recording the scene of her grandmother singing, and every second of the scene was recorded.

As time passed, Yun Yiruo might have felt a little tired.

After saying hello to grandma, he skipped over to play with Ye Shihan.

The two of them gathered together, laughing and joking, and their happy laughter echoed in the yard for a long time.

At this moment, a meow suddenly came from the gate of the yard. It turned out that a stray cat appeared outside the yard.

Yun Yiruo shouted excitedly: "Grandpa, grab it! Touch it!"

The old man immediately stepped forward, grabbed the cat with swift movements, and gently lifted the cat's neck. The cat was startled by his gentle and skillful movements, but did not struggle.

In the Yun family, Yun Yiruo is undoubtedly the brightest pearl.

No matter how difficult her request is, her family will fulfill it for her.

The happiness of their children is their greatest satisfaction, and her smile can illuminate the entire Yun family.

The old man held the cat in one hand and stroked its back with the other. The kitten seemed to relax quickly and began to gently sweep its tail and purr with satisfaction.

Yun Yiru quickly ran to her grandfather's side, her eyes full of excitement. She squatted down and reached out to touch the cat's little head. The cat squinted its eyes, enjoying her touch.

Looking at the kitten, Yun Yiru was filled with joy, as if she had found a new playmate.

Yun Yiruo ran into the house and brought out some chicken, put it in a corner of the yard, and watched the cat eat it eagerly.

The family was also watching the child and feeding the stray cat.

"This cat is destined to become a part of the Yun family."

The old lady said softly, looking at the child with a pleased look.

Yun Yiruo carefully teased the cat with her fingers, and the cat let her stroke it obediently, occasionally purring softly.

Yun Yiru stood up, took two steps at a time and ran to her mother, then pulled her mother to the position where she had just stood.

He turned around, looked at his mother expectantly, and asked cautiously, "Mom, can we adopt this cat?"

Luo's mother looked at her daughter's eager expression and said, "Of course, but since we want to raise it, we have to give it a nice name."

Hearing her mother's agreement, Yun Yiruo clapped her hands in delight, "Then why not call it pomelo? Look, it's so round."

As he spoke, he gestured with his hands to illustrate the shape of a kitten.

Luo's mother was amused by her daughter's innocent look. She couldn't help but reach out and gently touch her head, saying with a smile, "You little brat."

"I'm afraid you've already thought of a name and are just waiting for your nod of approval?"