When Wen Jin saw her face, she couldn't stop smiling: "Okay, I'll get it ready for you right away. Since you've come all this way, stay at my house tonight. Your daughter is about the same age as Jiao Jiao, she can keep you company."
The woman who arrived was none other than Ye Ting's eldest daughter, Ye Zhannan, who wasn't much younger than her, only different in generation. They had played together as children, climbed trees and walls, and helped the older generation pass messages; they had experienced everything together.
After the founding of the People's Republic of China, Night Warman went to the north, and contact was lost.
She had already guessed that when Ye Ting came to Haicheng, Ye Zhannan would definitely make a trip there in person.
"Hello, my name is Ling Jiaojiao, I'm five and a half years old. What's your name? Let's play together." Ling Jiaojiao ran up to the little girl, her eyes sparkling, clearly smitten with the newcomer.
She had never seen a girl as beautiful as a porcelain doll.
The little girl wore a white dress and had a shimmering bead around her neck, but it paled in comparison to her bright, round eyes.
Her pink lips were pouting, and her voice was as soft as gauze: "My name is Ye Yuan'er, I'm five years old, you're the older sister."
The man fighting at night laughed.
She chuckled and said, "Haha, according to seniority, you should call her 'Auntie'."
Ye Yuan'er shook her little head, her resolve unwavering: "Sister, she's the older sister, I have an aunt."
Ling Junye was delighted.
His daughter, Jiaojiao, had an eccentric personality and looked quite like Ye Yuan'er. She was so pretty and charming that she was likable at first glance, so he couldn't help but squat down and pick her up.
He tapped Ye Yuan'er's little nose and asked, "You can call her 'sister' and me 'uncle,' okay?"
Ye Yuan'er sized him up for a moment, then shook her head, startling Ling Junye into thinking she was about to call him "Dad"...
She said innocently, "You look a bit old, with a lot of gray hair. I'll reluctantly call you 'Uncle'."
Uncle Ling Junye, whose seniority was elevated overnight: "..."
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