Yuanyuan nodded and followed Qin Zheng obediently.
Qin Zheng brought Yuanyuan to Yun Qiao's house. The courtyard door was ajar and opened with a gentle push.
The family estimated the time Qin Zheng would come to pick someone up, and they all waited at home in advance. Because it was lunchtime, Yan Jingwan also came.
Feng Juan stood at the door of the main room.
Yuanyuan was a child at heart. When she entered the yard and saw Feng Juan, she couldn't hold back her grievance and her eyes turned red. She rushed up to hug Feng Juan and buried her head in her chest.
"Mother!"
Eighteen-year-old Yuanyuan had grown taller than Feng Juan. When she hugged Feng Juan and buried her head in her chest, she had to lower her head and bend her waist, which looked a bit funny.
"Mom, I miss you so much." She pouted, tears welled up in her red eyes, and rubbed her head against Feng Juan's chest, seeking her comfort.
"Mom misses you, too." Feng Juan patted her head gently and said, "Okay, stand up and talk. You're grown up now, and you can't cry all the time. It's embarrassing to be seen by others."
"It's not just children who can cry," Yuanyuan said confidently, "Anyone who wants to cry can cry. It's others who laugh at you that are being impolite."
Feng Juan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry when she heard this.
This child actually used the words that I used to educate her to educate herself.
She pulled Yuanyuan into the house. After entering, Yuanyuan saw Yun Qiao holding the child. Her eyes lit up and she no longer saw anyone else.
She approached Yun Qiao without paying any attention to the people around her, looked at the little He Yan in her arms, and asked with joy on her face, "Sister, is this your little sister? Can I touch her?"
Yun Qiao smiled and said, "You can touch her. But you can't touch her little sister. You are her aunt, and you are too young to touch her little sister."
Yuanyuan didn't understand what a generation gap meant. She carefully touched little Heyan's face and asked bewilderedly, "But she's a baby younger than me. If I don't call her my little sister, then what should I call her?"
Yuanyuan couldn't understand such complicated questions, so Yunqiao didn't explain it to her in detail. He just said, "You can call her Eleven or Yanyan. Both are her names."
Yuanyuan immediately said, "Then I want to kiss her Yanyan. I kiss Yuanyuan, she kisses Yanyan, and we sound like a family."
Yun Qiao nodded: "Okay."
So, Yuanyuan squatted in front of Yunqiao, gently took little Heyan's hand, and said in a long tone, "Hello, Yanyan, I am your aunt."
Little He Yan seemed to like Yuanyuan's voice and actually opened his little mouth and laughed.
Seeing this, Yuanyuan's eyes lit up even more. She shook Heyan's hand and said in surprise, "Yanyan smiled. She must like me."
Yun Qiao smiled and touched Yuanyuan's head, saying, "Our Yuanyuan is so cute, Yanyan likes her too."
Yuanyuan was very happy. She looked up at Yunqiao and said, "Sister, can I come to see Yanyan more often in the future?"
"You can be Yanyan." Yun Qiao smiled and pointed to the west room. "You will live in this room with your mother from now on. You can see Yanyan every day."
Yuanyuan jumped up happily: "That's great! I can do somersaults and kick shuttlecock. When Yanyan grows up, I can teach her."
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