In the pages, the little girl sometimes looks up at the sky, sometimes smiles softly with her eyes down, sometimes is lively and active, and sometimes puffs out her cheeks, looking domineering...

Some of the short stories in vernacular stories are fictional, while others are true.

Although it's just a simple drawing, I must say it's quite well done.

The handwriting is quite good, but it's too messy; it's rare that my sister can understand it.

The handwriting looked vaguely familiar, but Qiu Yan couldn't quite place it for the moment.

Qiu Yan's mind went through everyone who was connected to her sister.

His younger brother is busy enough with studying and practicing martial arts, so he doesn't have time to make up stories. Besides, this isn't his handwriting.

My uncle is busy with his business at Xingyuelou and food delivery all day long, and in his spare time he wants to learn more characters.

Also, my uncle's handwriting is so messy it's hard to describe.

Second Uncle… Second Uncle himself doesn’t know many characters. Qiu Yan has never seen Second Uncle write since she came to this other world.

"Who gave you this storybook?"

"It was given to me by Brother Zifang." Qiu Ling'er was afraid that her sister would misunderstand and think that she didn't study hard and only knew how to read idle books all day long, so she didn't let her know about the storybook.

"Zhou Zifang?" It was him.

Qiu Yan never expected that Zhou Zifang, who disliked reading, would have the talent to write storybooks.

Is he planning to find a storyteller to perform at his restaurant?

This was similar to her previous idea of ​​recruiting Song Jiao to play the pipa at Xingyue Tower.

"Hmm." Qiu Ling'er looked up at her sister. "Brother Zifang said he would help me pass the time."

Qiu Yan... does your little sister need some entertainment? She spends all her time playing with Gu Xiaoran, except when she's studying.

Qiu Yan flipped through the storybook again, reading a few pages carefully. The little girl's rags-to-riches story had only just begun...

She felt that she had neglected her younger sister a bit lately.

She returned the storybook to her younger sister. Although Zhou Zifang was a bit willful, he was a decent person. It was her freedom to choose who to befriend, and she wouldn't interfere.

Of course, she had preconditions.

As Qiu Yan came out of her sister's room, she looked ahead and saw Gu Qian earnestly teaching Gu Xiaoran how to use a wooden sword against an enemy by the stream in front of the door.

"Xiao Ran wants to be as powerful as Daddy, and protect Mommy together with Daddy in the future." Gu Xiao Ran was enjoying himself, and even though he was covered in sweat, it couldn't stop his competitive nature.

"Okay, Xiao Ran is such a good boy." Gu Qian smoothed Gu Xiao Ran's messy hair with one hand and tied it back into a half-ponytail.

Gu Xiaoran giggled, "Daddy, when are you getting married?"

He was naturally happy that his father praised him.

"This... Father's word is not enough." Gu Qian said, glancing at the slender figure in front of him.

"Truly worthy of being your father's son." Qiu Yan had just arrived when she heard Gu Xiaoran say this.

Gu Xiaoran ran happily into Qiu Yan's arms, tugging at her sleeves with both hands, "Mother, when are you and Father getting married?"

For the past few months, Gu Xiaoran has been immersed in the joy of having a mother.

The village grandmother told him that a child without a mother is like a rootless weed.

No one offered words of comfort, no one bought new clothes for us...

Qiu Yan selectively ignored Gu Xiaoran's question, pulled away his uneasy little hand, and straightened his head. "You brat, stop playing all the time. When you have time, ask Aunt Ling'er to teach you to read."

Qiu Yan was completely at a loss with the child's unrestrained speech.

"No!" Gu Xiaoran shook his head; he didn't want to study.