Step by step, a gentle breeze leads to a smooth path

Seeing Ting Nan enter the house, Song Wanli breathed a sigh of relief. For the past day and a half, with Ting Nan gone, he felt his heart was adrift. Unbeknownst to him, Song Ting Nan had become the pillar of the Song family.

When Song Wanli saw the dress Tingnan was wearing, he paused for a moment, took the bag of dried fish she was carrying, and asked, "Did your mother give this to you?"

“Yes, my older brother is very good at catching fish. When there are too many, Mom pickles and dries them,” Ting Nan replied.

"The skirt," Song Wanli pointed out.

"Oh, this... this was made by my brother." Ting Nan decided to tell the truth; she would have to face it eventually.

"Did Ruidong make this?" Qian Shuzhen walked over and looked at it closely. "That kid has this skill? He's only ten years old this year, right? He's thoughtful and his craftsmanship is quite good."

"Grandma, you think this dress is pretty too, right? My son made it himself. Does he look like you?" After thinking about it carefully, Ting Nan realized that it was true; it was a case of inheritance across generations.

"Really? Hehehe... It's possible, it's possible. He's my own grandson." Qian Shuzhen was quite happy.

"Grandma, do you know? My little brother saw other people wearing skirts and decided to make one for me."

In the past two years, he's also been making replacement dresses for me from previous years. Why would he make dresses for a three- or four-year-old girl? I'm too big for them now. He made six in total, but only two are wearable.”

Although Ting Nan was complaining, her heart was brimming with a bittersweet feeling that was about to burst.

In fact, everyone knows that Zheng Ruidong is trying to express his longing. Perhaps this is something he can think of and do, another way of accompanying someone as they grow up.

Ting Nan knew this, so she couldn't bring herself to say anything to blame him in front of Xiao Ge.

Song Wanli remained silent. Gao Haoran had asked him, "Don't you want more relatives who truly love and care about Nan?"

He also said, "Even a hero needs three helpers. Listen to Nan, your family is doing well too, after all, she's on your household registration."

After thinking for a while, Song Wanli looked at Ting Nan and asked, "Did your mother say when you're going back to your parents' home?"

Qian Shuzhen also looked at Tingnan. She was old and wanted to see her daughter. That heartless woman, for six years, her daughter hadn't come to see her, and she didn't even want her mother anymore.

"My eldest brother said that after the autumn harvest, when things are less busy, he'll let Mom come and visit Grandma and you." Tingnan didn't expect her uncle to ask this. It seems he genuinely accepts her and hopes her mother can visit her parents' home.

"Okay, then!" Song Wanli leaned on his cane and went to work on his bamboo products. He hadn't been in the mood to do anything these past two days and had been wandering around outside the whole time.

While it was still early, Ting Nan, carrying several dried fish, left Gao Haoran's house with Zuo Jinyue.

He had to report back to his master upon his return. After arriving, Gao Haoran had Tingnan demonstrate his boxing skills while he watched. He noticed that Tingnan's movements were steady and his breathing was even, indicating that he was at peace. This put Gao Haoran at ease, as he was relieved that Tingnan didn't seem to be burdened by worries.

"Tingnan, you need to practice your skills diligently during this time and study hard with Jinyue. Jinyue, you can stay at Tingnan's house this semester and take care of each other. I need to go out for a while," Gao Haoran instructed the two of them.

"Master, are you going out again? How long will you be gone this time?" Ting Nan was already used to it; her master would go out once every now and then.

"The timeframe is uncertain; it depends on how things progress," Gao Haoran said with some melancholy.

Ting Nan looked at his master for a while, but he still didn't seem to want to say anything. What secret was his master hiding?