Yang Shulan is generous, cheerful and straightforward, which makes Zilan feel very good.

"Thank you sister, the embroidery looks so beautiful. We also have gifts for sister, you can wait."

Zi Lan went into the house, took out two things, and handed them to Shulan, "I don't know my sister is coming, so I prepared this in advance. I thought that if there are relatives and sisters at home, I won't be rude if I have gifts. This is what my sister and I have made together, and I will give it to you."

Zilan took a bottle of cauliflower to wipe her face and also prevent mosquitoes. She made a box of cone incense by herself, but only one was not enough to give it, because Shuhui didn't prepare anything, so she took two and brought her portion with her.

Shuhui smiled embarrassedly, "I know my sister is coming, so I forgot when I am just having fun. Don't be angry with me. My sister can make perfume, everything she makes is good."

Shulan laughed, "How come she dislikes me? I can't be too happy. By the way, didn't she say Xuan'er is here too? Where is the person? Have you gone to play with you? Haven't come back yet?"

Shuhui immediately curled her lips disgusted, "Don't mention her, she has been alone with us. We invited her to ignore us, and she always looked at everyone without saying anything.

Last time, I tore off the lotus picture drawn by my sister, and my grandmother sent it to the farm for two months before returning. This is why I have become more rules. I just don’t play with us very much and can’t say a few words to us all day long.”

Shuhui mentioned Zhao Xuan'er and felt a little resentful.

Yang Shulan is older than both of them, already seven and a half years old, and has also started to learn from housekeepers and has some understanding of human relationships.

He smiled and touched Hui'er's little face and said, "Hui'er, you are the eldest daughter of my Yang family. How can you be so stingy? It is understandable that she, an orphan who has no mother, is a bit weird.

Her surname is Zhao but Yang, but she enjoys the upbringing of the Yang family. It is not too ugly to go out. Otherwise, everyone will only say that you are not tolerant and will not talk about her, because everyone in the world will pity the weak and will not really pursue the cause."

Shuhui flattered her mouth but appreciated her, "I know my sister is for my own good, and my sister often tells me like this, but I just can't stand her style.

You say that we sisters are together, and if you have any questions or bad things, just say it. I am not the one who doesn’t recognize the wrong person. Why is that like that?"

Shulan smiled happily, "She is a businessman, and she is a crooked person when she is young. Don't take it to heart. At worst, you can be more polite."

"Well, I know, I won't argue with her."

Shulan then smiled and said, "Yes, my sister is so well-behaved and excellent. I have been here for a long time and haven't seen her come to pay New Year's greetings to my grandmother. How can I not know what kind of person she is?

Unfortunately, my grandmother specially prepared a gift for her when she came, but it was useless."

Zilan sighed. Zhao Xuaner's child is really hard to describe. The key is that she can't listen if she teaches her. She does what she wants to do and always thinks that others want to harm her, and she is not really helping her.

But she didn't want to say this anymore. She was not a relative of my family, so she did whatever she wanted.

"Sister, let's see if my sister's painting is good. She drew a lotus picture so beautiful. Let's see it."

Shuhui pulled her cousin Shulan to the warmhouse, took out all Zilan's paintings, and threw them on the kang to show them to her sister.

Zilan painted many hand-practice works, and Yang carefully kept them.

Among them is the best painting of lotus flowers and pastoral scenery. The pastoral scenery is the scene you see when you go to the farm. When you come back, you draw one.

"How is it, it looks good."

Shuhui showed it to her sister proudly, as if she had painted it.

Shulan looked at it carefully and nodded constantly, "It's really good. I like this pastoral picture the most. It makes people feel relaxed and very happy when they see it."

Zi Lan smiled embarrassedly, "Sister is keen. I was very happy to go to the farm that time. I was still thinking about it after I came back."

"Yes, everything you draw is full of joy."

Shulan applauded and praised.

Drawing is greatly affected by mood, and Zilan also feels that the things she draws can barely meet people when she is in a good mood, and it seems that she writes much smoother.

"I feel so, too."

Zilan smiled embarrassedly.

The three sisters were whispering around the room, chatting very happily. Zilan took out all her baby toys and shared them with Shulan and played with them.

Shulan is generous and straightforward, and Zilan is also very happy with her. She also invited her to come and have fun in a few days. Shulan said that she would bring them fun things in a few days.

At noon, the relatives had dinner together and had a great chat. They left in the afternoon.

After the guests left and rested, Zilan began to pull out his box.

"Sister, what are you doing?"

Zi Yan pulled her and asked.

"I will go back to the Song family tomorrow and bring some small gifts to Sister Shishi. I will find good-looking bags and boxes to pack them."

"Oh, then I'll find it for you. Let me see what gifts you have prepared?"

"I won't tell you."

"Tsk, if you don't tell me, I know, my grandmother gave you two boxes of palace flowers."

Zi Yan raised his chin proudly and noticed it at a glance.

"Hmph! I have also prepared flower tea, which I hang on. Do you smell the fragrance?"

Zi Yan leaned closer and smelled it, nodded and smiled, "It smells so good. Why are yours so fragrant? Why are you not as good as yours after I have sunbathed it too?"

As he said that, his eyes turned around and grabbed a pack and ran away.

"Brother, let's make tea. I snatched my sister's tea bag, it smells so good."

Zi Yan raised the tea bag he snatched from his hand and grinned happily.

Zi Lan pouted angrily, "Brother Stinky, I'll steal my stuff again. Tell me well, can I not give it to you?"

"The stolen stolen is so fragrant. You don't understand."

Zi Yan shook his head proudly.

The old lady laughed, "How come she doesn't learn the habits of bandits, and she is not allowed to bully her sister. Men should protect their sister and protect their female relatives."

"Oh. Good sister, don't be angry with me. Let me go back and help you with Wenshu, can you give me a pack?"

Zi Yan came over to coax Zi Lan again.

"Okay, you have to help me review the book."

Zi Lan nodded arrogantly and took two cans of tea and honey that had been prepared long ago, handed over, "I took this from the farm. I specially left a little for you to eat when I was in school."

"Thank you, sister, I know that my sister loves me the most and I am indispensable."

Yang Qi shook his eyes and joked at everyone, "Who stole my sister's stuff just now, why did you forget?"

Zi Yan looked at him with a dark face, "It seems you don't want to drink my tea anymore."

"No, I just said casually, I'm joking."
Chapter completed!