Autumn has gradually arrived recently, and the weather is starting to get cooler. A while ago, Wen Ruan went to the department store and bought nearly 20 kilograms of yarn.

When I was in modern times, I learned knitting from some video bloggers when I had nothing to do. Although I wasn't very skilled, I've been learning more and more from Aunt Li in the last few days, and my skills are gradually becoming more proficient. I feel like I'm gradually mastering this skill.

Whether it was her parents or her in-laws, they were all very kind to her and cared for her a lot. She thought of knitting a sweater for each of them to express her feelings.

So every night after Wen Ruan finished washing up, she would sit on the edge of the bed and start knitting sweaters for the family. She even asked Song Yan for the sizes of her mother-in-law and father-in-law's clothes.

That day, after washing up, Wen Ruan started knitting as usual, planning to finish all the sweaters by the end of October.

When Song Yan came in after taking a shower, he saw Wen Ruan continuing her nightly work, and there was a finished product by the bed. Judging from the color and size, he guessed it was either his mother-in-law's or his own mother's.

Looking at Wen Ruan's earnest expression, with the light shining on her as if veiling her in a soft mist, and a few strands of hair fluttering on either side of her face, Song Yan felt a surge of emotion.

Breaking the silence, she made conversation, saying, "The courtyard house is almost finished, but it's still missing a lot of things. Ruanruan, when would be a good time for us to go buy some furniture together?"

"I'm fine with anything, it depends on your schedule. There's no rush. Besides, the house was just renovated, so it'll probably need to sit for a while until the smell dissipates." Wen Ruan didn't even look up, continuing to focus on her work.

"Oh, okay," Song Yan replied.

A few minutes later, Song Yan asked again, "Ahem, is that garment on the bed already knitted?"

Wen Ruan looked up at him, wondering why Song Yan was suddenly so talkative today: "Yes, I just finished knitting it. It's for my mom. The one I have here is for my mother-in-law. It just so happens that one of them likes purple and the other likes red."

"Oh, then don't work too hard. Why don't you stop knitting after you finish this one? This kind of work is hard on your eyes. You can go to the department store and buy a few more later." Song Yan said with some concern.

"That won't do. They've been so good to me, and I want to do something to repay them. I can't help with anything else, so I can only knit a sweater to show my appreciation."

"Hey, by the way, what size is our eldest brother? He took a special leave to come back before and gave us so much money as a gift. It's impossible for the whole family to receive it, but he was the only one left out."

“He doesn’t even have a girlfriend right now, so he probably hasn’t even prepared any clothes in advance. I heard Mom talking about it the other day, saying that she was going to send something to my older brother. We can send it together with this. Once we finish knitting this for Mom, we’ll knit one for my older brother!” Wen Ruan said to Song Yan with a serious expression.

“You don’t need to make clothes for your older brother. Mom will take care of it. How can you knit clothes for so many people by yourself?”

"It's alright, there aren't many. I can knit one every three days, so it only takes about half a month. Anyway, I have nothing else to do," Wen Ruan said nonchalantly.

Song Yan estimated the time in his mind, his eyes darkened, and a mixture of emotions churned within them. He pretended to be nonchalant and asked, "Is that pile of blue yarn for my father-in-law and father?"

Wen Ruan turned around and looked: "Yes, my father-in-law's, my dad's, and my older brother's."

"What about the green one?" Song Yan continued, unwilling to give up.

“Mine, isn’t this light green color quite pretty?” Wen Ruan asked with a smile.

"Oh, it looks pretty good," Song Yan replied softly.

He continued to look around, but couldn't find any other balls of yarn. Well, Song Yan gave up completely. After all that, he really didn't have any of his own. He couldn't believe it.

Song Yan lowered his head, sat at the table, and remained silent.

After some time, Wen Ruan still hadn't heard any movement from inside the house. She assumed Song Yan had gone out and raised her arm to loosen her shoulders, but was suddenly startled by Song Yan sitting quietly not far away.

Song Yan sat quietly on a stool not far from the bed, his head lowered, but his eyes kept glancing at the clumps of yarn that Wen Ruan had arranged earlier. His long eyelashes could not hide the envy and loneliness in his eyes.

It wasn't until this moment that Wen Ruan realized what Song Yan meant by asking so many questions. Did he think that he was knitting sweaters for everyone but had forgotten about him?

I really don't know what he's thinking all day long; it's quite speechless.

I originally thought I wouldn't tell him my plans and would let him suffer in silence, but seeing his pitiful state, I couldn't bear it and felt a pang of heartache.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Let's go to the department store on Saturday and see if there's any suitable furniture we can buy and put in the courtyard."

"Oh." Song Yan still seemed listless, responding rather dejectedly.

"I just ordered three kilograms of black yarn there before, I'll bring it back with me."

Song Yan's eyes lit up instantly, and he looked up at Wen Ruan with anticipation in his eyes.

"Hmm, it's a yarn I ordered specially for someone. I feel that black suits his temperament very well."

“But someone seems to dislike it a bit!” Wen Ruan teased him deliberately.

Having received Wen Ruan's affirmation, Song Yan was overjoyed, his earlier gloom vanished, and his brows were filled with boundless joy, his bright eyes sparkling.

He quickly replied, "I love it! I love it! How could I not love it? It was specially made for Comrade Xiao Song by the leader." He then chuckled a few times.

Song Yan's silly appearance was so unbearable for Wen Ruan to look at that, the two couldn't help but look at each other, their eyes met, and they laughed.