I will die early and cannon fodder. I will enjoy great blessings after marrying a sick man.

However, no one paid much attention to the matter of hiring people. It was just a casual remark in their spare time.

After dinner, everyone moved their chairs to the yard and sat down.

Fortunately, when Song Manman built the house, she made the yard big enough and bought enough chairs to accommodate so many people.

Summer nights are never so peaceful. The incessant chirping of cicadas creates a ripple in the quiet night.

"When school starts again, you will be a senior in high school. In less than a year, you will have to take the college entrance examination. Do you three have confidence?"

During this rare moment of quiet time, Song Shi was concerned about his older nephews.

Song Yi held a cup of hot water, was silent for a moment and said: "I'm ready."

"Me too."

After hearing Song Yi and Ling Lu's answers, Ling Xing was stunned and said, "No...how come you are all ready? I'm really not that good. I feel unsure when I think about the college entrance examination."

"Do your best and obey destiny."

"There's nothing to be nervous about, just try your best and don't regret it."

After being comforted by the two, Ling Xing exclaimed, "Wow, I think meeting you is the greatest luck in my life. My life will be perfect."

After hearing Ling Xing's words, Song Yi and Ling Lu, who were originally closest to him, one moved to the side silently, and the other rubbed his arm.

After sitting with Ling Xing and Ling Lu for a while, Song Yi quietly stood up.

Returning to his room, Song Yi took out an envelope, looked out the window and gradually became distracted.

Song Manman snapped her fingers in front of Song Yi and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"Aunt." Looking at the envelope on the table, Song Yi pursed his lips and called out.

Glancing at the pink envelope on the table, Song Manman raised her eyebrows and asked, "Love letter?"

"not quite."

Hearing Song Yi's ambiguous answer, Song Manman became interested and said, "If it's a love letter, it's a love letter. If it's not a love letter, it's not a love letter. What does it mean?"

"Well, she wasn't exactly confessing her love. She was more saying that she wanted to catch up with my grades." After saying that, Song Yi handed the envelope to Song Manman.

With permission, Song Manman opened the envelope and browsed the contents.

"This little girl is quite interesting."

Seeing Song Manman's smiling eyes, Song Yi sighed helplessly and said, "What's the point? I'm so annoyed after reading this letter, and you're still smiling, little aunt."

Sitting aside, Song Manman raised her eyebrows and asked, "What are you worried about? Why, are you interested in that little girl too?"

"How is it possible? How could I possibly... be interested in her?"

"Then why are you so nervous? And classmate Song Yi, your reaction is not right!"

Realizing that he was a little too excited, Song Yi took a few deep breaths, immediately calmed himself down, and said, "I didn't...really not."

The words of denial that he had denied in the past could not be uttered at this moment. Song Yi pursed his lips, feeling a little complicated at the moment.

The explanation of the word 'no' seems pale and powerless.

"What's this little girl's name?"

There was no signature on the envelope, only a short name: 'Your consistent loser'.

"I......"

Song Yi was about to say he didn't know, but when he saw Song Manman's eyes that seemed to see through everything, he surrendered instantly and confessed, "She's the second in the grade of our school, her name is Liang Youwei."

"Hey, you really care about me. I can tell who it is even without a signature."

Song Yi's ears instantly turned red after hearing what Song Manman said. He stammered as he explained, "No...it's because...there are some things that happened and I saw her handwriting."

"Oh! In that case, why are you so upset? There's nothing written on it that would put pressure on you!"

"I...I don't have any..."

"Your frown betrayed you. I'm not a particularly conservative parent. If you like me, then you like me. There's nothing wrong with saying it out loud, ok?"

Taking the envelope, Song Yi nodded helplessly and said, "I have a little crush on her, but I can't say I love her. I'm just worried about how to reply to her."

“Why don’t you feel distressed when you reply to others?”

Looking at her slow-witted nephew, Song Manman reminded him casually.

She doesn't encourage early love, but she also doesn't want her children to miss out on the person they like because they don't know their own feelings.

"It's normal for you to have feelings for each other at your age, especially since you're both so outstanding. There's nothing wrong with admitting it."

"But shouldn't we focus on studying now?"

"As your parent, I'm glad you think this way, but as someone who cares about you, I hope you can understand your own heart and don't wait until later to regret it."

"Aunt, how should I reply to her?"

"I didn't ask you to express your opinion. I just expressed my feelings. If you don't like it, just refuse it directly! You have done this many times before anyway." After saying that, Song Manman drank the tea in her hand leisurely, observing Song Yi's expression with her peripheral vision.

After all, he was only seventeen years old, not yet an adult, and didn't have much cunning. Upon hearing what Song Manman said, Song Yi became anxious in an instant, "No... No, aunt, I don't want to reject her, I..."

"Like it!?"

"I like it, auntie. What's going on?" Song Yi said, pulling Song Manman's sleeve and acting coquettishly.

Song Manman chuckled and said, "Since you like her, then express your feelings first. Don't beat around the bush. Be direct and write a polite refusal. Of course, I'm not really asking you to reject her, but tell the girl to get through the college entrance examination first. If you want to be romantic, you can agree to apply to the same university as her."

"Thank you, little aunt. I will write a reply to her and give it to her when I return to school." After saying this, Song Yi sat down at the table and began to write quickly.

Looking at Song Yi's strong and neat handwriting, Song Manman nodded silently behind him.

It’s not her fault that her eldest nephew is so popular, nor is it that she is bragging about herself. It’s mainly because Song Yi himself is indeed very outstanding.

Excellent appearance, gentle personality, stable emotions, patience, and good at studying.

Now those who have been trained by them can also cook and do housework.

He has many talents.

Since childhood, he has learned calligraphy from Grandpa Song, and learned guqin from Grandma Song. Now he is still learning piano and violin from Ling Xing.

After Song Yi finished writing, he handed it to Song Manman and asked for advice: "Aunt, do you think it's okay for me to write like this? She should be able to understand it!"