The leaves of the green plants in the yard swayed gently, and carp swam actively in the clear pond.

The woman in light-colored work clothes bent down and spoke softly to the gentle woman who was painting seriously.

"Madam, please look back. Xiao Yan is here."

The brush stained with various colors of paint paused for a second, and a dot of thick ink fell on the drawing board.

The woman who was immersed in her own world the moment before, seemed to regain normal consciousness when she heard the word "Xiao Yan". She stopped painting and raised her head.

After seeing Shi Yan, those gentle eyes, which were filled with a hint of coldness that were very similar to Shi Yan's eyebrows, widened slightly as if in disbelief.

With a "click".

The paint tray and brush in his hand fell to the ground.

The woman stared at Shi Yan with her eyes slightly lit up. She slowly stood up, a curve at the corners of her lips, a hint of joy, and a gentle voice with a hint of stumbling that came from not speaking for a long time.

"...Xiao Yan." -The woman in light-colored work clothes is a professionally trained caregiver with a senior qualification certificate. Her surname is Qu.

Aunt Qu has been taking care of Jiang Yu's daily life here for several years.

This house is too luxurious and too big. For a long time, outsiders are not allowed to enter except for the necessary daily maintenance of the house, so there are basically only her and Jiang Yu in the house.

Although it is her duty, she also likes quietness and does not find such days boring.

But Aunt Qu was still very happy when guests came.

She walked into the kitchen with a cheerful step, brewed the flower tea that she had made by drying the flowers herself, and some sweet and glutinous snacks that she had prepared at noon, each one taking two bites. She found two transparent glass plates in the cupboard and put the snacks of different flavors into the plates one by one.

When Aunt Qu walked into the living room carrying tea, the living room was still quiet.

No one spoke.

Shi Yan and Sheng Yuan sat on the sofa on the right.

On the single sofa opposite, Jiang Yu sat with his hands clasped together on his legs, rubbing his fingers awkwardly. The paint that he had accidentally stained while painting was all over his fingertips and the back of his hands.

Then she tried very hard to put on a friendly smile that she thought a mother should have. After a long while, she spoke haltingly, "Xiao Yan, long time no see."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Shi Yan's voice was low and flat.

His "answer" made Jiang Yu visibly happy, as if he was happy that Shi Yan was willing to talk to him. His gentle eyes brightened again and the smile on his face widened.

Then her gaze shifted to Sheng Yuan, who was sitting next to Shi Yan.

"This is——"

Jiang Yu asked curiously, and then guessed, "Is she Xiao Yan's girlfriend?"

Shi Yan glanced at Sheng Yuan and nodded gently.

"My girlfriend."

"She is also my fiancée, the person I will be with forever."

Seeing Jiang Yu looking at her, Sheng Yuan stood up at the right time, nodded politely, and said solemnly and softly, "Hello, Auntie. I'm Sheng Yuan, Sheng means blooming, and Yuan means iris."

Jiang Yu also stood up from the sofa.

"Hello, hello."

She stood there, mumbling to herself, rereading her memory twice, "...Sheng, Yuan, I remember, Sheng Yuan."

When Jiang Yu looks at someone, his eyes will be focused and look at the other person seriously.

She stared at Sheng Yuan, looking at her carefully, with a childlike pure light in her eyes, and praised sincerely, "What a beautiful child, even prettier than our Xiaoyan."

(End of this chapter)