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I can't post without at least a thousand characters.

Forget it, I'll just copy some of my old, clumsy WPS writings to pad the word count.

"Brother Song, long time no see. How have you been? If you receive this letter, please reply quickly."

"Brother Ji, I've been well lately. What's so urgent?"

A back-and-forth exchange of letters brought the two-year-old Ji Ranting into the Song Family.

Blinking her big eyes, Ji Ranting faced the unfamiliar residence where she would live for several years, as well as Uncle Song's family, whom she had only met a few times. She felt both curious and scared. The drizzling rain mirrored the ancient charm of the Song family's courtyard residence, along with their eldest son, six-year-old Song Tianqian, who was steeped in traditional culture.

Deep within the courtyard lay a mysterious, bottomless dark abyss well, and their second son, four-year-old Song Wuya, whose personality was completely different from Song Tianqian's. These two intruded into her life without any harmony.

To be precise, she was the one who first stepped into their lives.

"Little Sister Ranting, welcome to my humble abode." Song Tianqian, dressed in a dark cyan robe, was as refined and elegant as a graceful young man from a painting, standing proudly and independently. Though only six years old, he exuded a sense of stability and trustworthiness.

"H-hello." Ji Ranting, wearing a puffy princess dress, responded shyly and timidly from behind her father, like a royal princess meeting a prince. The way the two children, with their contrasting styles, interacted made the adults around them smile knowingly.

"Oh! My beautiful Princess, allow me to... introduce myself. I! am Song Wuya. I will defeat the evil dragon! And protect the princess!" Song Wuya, holding a damp medicinal cloth, emerged from the herb room. He bowed like a gentleman and recited lines he'd learned from TV dramas, mysteriously slipped a white rabbit candy into her hand, and then ran off shouting.

Song Wuya's chuunibyou-esque self-introduction actually made Ji Ranting find it amusing. Holding the candy, she no longer feared Song Wuya.

"I wonder where this kid learned all that!" Uncle Song saw that Song Wuya could actually make Ji Ranting laugh, and he was relieved. As long as he didn't cause trouble, it was the best way for them to get along.

Ji Ranting knew she would be living here permanently, but she had never expected to live with these two talented individuals, who were both handsome and possessed different literary and artistic talents.

The morning sun cast a faint glow, the alley was quiet and secluded, and Ji Ranting, who had come to the Song family's courtyard over a decade ago, sat under the ancient locust tree in the yard. Now, she had entered her mature and beautiful phase. As the locust tree swayed in the wind, sunlight filtered through the gaps, casting light on her figure and face. Remembering the past, she burst into laughter. As she looked up, their eyes met, and the young girl's heart was opened.

Ji Ranting lowered her head, her cheeks slightly flushed in the dim light, and continued to immerse herself in her books. Song Tianqian smiled faintly and placed the fruit plate gently on the stone table. Everything was quiet and peaceful.

"Ahem! Pay attention, I managed to get tickets for today's The Butterfly Lovers at the theater. Want to go?" Song Wuya, dressed in a gray and white casual outfit, appeared at the doorway. His tall figure leaned against the doorframe, looking lazy and triumphant as he waved the tickets in his hand.

Ji Ranting looked up towards the source of the sound. She closed her book, stood up, and patted her clothes. She asked with a hint of disbelief, "You really got tickets for the theater version of The Butterfly Lovers?"

Hearing the commotion, Song Tianqian put down the medicinal pot he was holding and came out from the inner room towards them. He took the tickets from Song Wuya's hand and examined them carefully. Then, he smiled and nodded at the expectant Ji Ranting.

"Then what are we waiting for! Let's go!" Upon confirmation, Ji Ranting rushed into the inner room to get her backpack, took their arms, and walked out.

Song Wuya glanced wordlessly at her beside him, then turned to the other side, muttering to himself.