I was born and listened to my neighbor's older sister talk about her family of origin.

The system quickly provided Jiang Ye with an answer.

[Please make more contact with key figures.]

Jiang Ye's eyes lit up slightly.

If the system doesn't say it doesn't exist, then it does!

The key figure refers to the person who can trigger the system's mission.

Currently, it seems that Xu Zhiyu, Ji Xiaoxiao, and Lin Youxun are involved.

Xu Zhiyu was mainly praised for her looks, Lin Youxun for her physical fitness, and Ji Xiaoxiao for her mastery of all high school subjects.

Jiang Ye pondered, following this line of thought.

But as he was thinking, suddenly, it was as if a thunderbolt exploded in his mind, and he froze slightly.

"Wait a moment……"

"In my past life, when I met Xu Zhiyu again, I was down on my luck, overweight, and had been dumped by my girlfriend because of my appearance..."

"So, what Xu Zhiyu rewarded me with was my good looks..."

Jiang Ye murmured softly.

"When I met Lin Youxun, she was sick, and I was injured in a car accident. So, she hoped I wouldn't end up like her; she wanted me to be healthy and strong..."

"So Lin Youxun's reward for me is physical fitness..."

"As for Ji Xiaoxiao, when she left me, she didn't finish high school with me. When we met again, I was a low-skilled real estate agent just coasting along, while she was an undercover agent with a bleak future... She hoped I could have a bright future..."

"So, what Ji Xiaoxiao gave me was mastery of high school knowledge..."

The more Jiang Ye thought about it, the more likely it was to be true.

This is the pattern by which the system awards rewards.

It was also their wish in their past life that Jiang Ye would become a better person.

If his guess is correct, then what he needs to obtain a treatment for ALS is...

Should I spend more time with Ji Xiaoxiao?

Jiang Ye smiled and sighed.

I never thought I'd have to rely on you in the end, Xiao Ji...

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The next day, Jiang Ye got up early.

He didn't go out with his parents; he just said he wanted to rest at the hotel today.

After Hao Mei teased him about his poor stamina, he managed to stay and immediately went out after the two left.

Mingyue Xiaoju is located by Erhai Lake. It takes Jiang Ye nearly forty minutes to get there by bus.

He got out of the car, patted his wind-blown hair, and stood at the entrance of the guesthouse, glancing inside.

The courtyard is an old-style Bai ethnic building with the wooden door wide open. Behind the screen wall, a row of hydrangeas, purple, blue and pink, are planted, blooming so densely that they are almost impenetrable.

The morning light shines down, and the dew hasn't completely dried yet, making it a delightful sight to behold.

An auntie wearing an indigo embroidered gown sat on the stone steps at the entrance. She looked to be in her fifties and had a kind and approachable appearance.

She was sewing shoe soles when she saw someone come in. She looked up from her needlework, glanced at him, and looked puzzled.

"Little friend, who are you looking for?"

Jiang Ye raised the paintbrush in his hand, smiling politely and shyly: "Hello, Auntie. It's like this, yesterday on the boardwalk, there was a twin sister who left a paintbrush behind when she finished painting. I've come to return it."

The aunt glanced at the paintbrush, then smiled and nodded.

"Are you all alone? Where are your parents?"

She could tell at a glance that Jiang Ye wasn't a local; he must be a tourist. It was a bit too much for his parents to be so careless as to have a child here alone.

Jiang Ye casually made up an excuse to brush it off.

The aunt had no choice but to put down her shoe sole, get up and walk inside: "Okay, I'll go call them, you wait here for a while."

Jiang Ye stood quietly at the door, waiting.

The breeze in the yard carried the scent of flowers and a hint of damp earth.

A bird called out from behind the hydrangea bushes, then stopped after two calls.

Before long, the sound of footsteps on the wooden floor came from inside, light and steady, unhurried.

The woman who came out was wearing a loose, moon-white silk dress, her hair was simply tied back, and she had almost no makeup on her face, but she was extremely beautiful.

Her eyes and brows were gentle, and her demeanor exuded a composure that was hard to ignore.

Jiang Ye recognized her the moment he saw her.

She is the mother of Lin Youxun and Lin Xinghe.

Luo Wanning.

He had seen her in his previous life, mostly in Lin Youxun's hospital room, but back then Luo Wanning looked much more haggard than the person standing in front of Jiang Ye now.

"Little friend, are you here to return your paintbrushes?"

Luo Wanning walked to the door and looked Jiang Ye up and down.

Jiang Ye generously handed over the paintbrush and casually explained what had happened yesterday.

Luo Wanning took the paintbrush and glanced at it.

It really is Youxun's paintbrush. I was wondering why one was missing when I came back yesterday.

Luo Wanning obviously knew about what happened yesterday, as both of her daughters had told her.

Regardless of whether the boy in front of her had ulterior motives or was intentionally trying to get close to her daughter.

But she still wanted to believe that a teenager who was willing to help others didn't have such deep cunning.

Luo Wanning smiled gently at Jiang Ye, pushed the door open wider, and stepped aside to make room for him.

"It must be tiring for you to return my things so early. Come in and have a seat, have some fruit and snacks. By the way, have you had breakfast yet?"

Jiang Ye nodded obediently and went inside without any hesitation.

"Thank you, Auntie. I had a little breakfast."

A set of rattan chairs was placed in the courtyard, and a rough pottery teapot sat on the stone table, along with a plate of sliced ​​crisp pears, still steaming.

Luo Wanning asked Aunt Zhang to bring over a plate of peach shortbread and invited him to sit down.

"Youxun and Xinghe went to bed late last night and haven't gotten up yet. Please wait a moment."

"Okay... So their names are Youxun and Xinghe? Those are such lovely names."

"Hehe, Youxun is the older sister, and Xinghe is the younger sister."

Hearing Jiang Ye praise his daughter, Luo Wanning couldn't help but smile.

Back then, she specifically chose the name based on the heroine of the novel, aiming for a name that would amaze people at first glance.

Over the years, the names she chose have been praised countless times, but rarely by little boys of this age.

"Here, have some peach shortbread."

Luo Wanning pushed the plate of peach shortbread towards Jiang Ye.

Jiang Ye sat upright, looking like a well-behaved child.

Luo Wanning invited him to sit down, and he did so, his back straight like a young poplar tree, his hands neatly placed on his knees, his eyes clear, without the slightest hint of the awkwardness or restlessness of his peers.

"Okay, thank you, Auntie."

He picked up a piece of peach shortbread, took a small bite, and chewed it carefully.

Peach shortbread is a traditional recipe from Yunshi. It melts in your mouth, is so crumbly it crumbles, and has a very mild sweetness.

What lingers between your teeth and in your mouth is the perfect aroma of roasted walnuts.

tasty.

As he ate, he pretended to be curiously observing the yard, appearing completely innocent.

Luo Wanning was also sizing up Jiang Ye.

This child is truly handsome, with a clean face, relaxed eyebrows and eyes, and a tall and straight figure. Even a simple white T-shirt looks refreshing and neat on him.

A hint of fondness couldn't help but appear in Luo Wanning's eyes.

After all, what older woman doesn't like a well-behaved and handsome young man?

Luo Wanning couldn't help but ask, "How old are you? What's your name?"

"My name is Jiang Ye, and I'm twelve years old."

"That's the same age as my daughter."

Jiang Ye looked surprised. "Are they your daughters? I thought you were their older sister!"

Luo Wanning burst into laughter.

"Little kid, you're so good at talking! Auntie doesn't look that young at all!"

That's what she said, but the joy in her eyes was almost overflowing.

The first surefire way to win over your mother-in-law.

Compliment her on her youth.