The memory from seven years ago (1:

The ning family.

Unlike the usual quietness, the atmosphere in the ning family was more warm and beautiful.

The living room was decorated with pink balloons, and there was an unopened birthday cake on the dining table. The dishes were already on the table, and the sound of cutting vegetables came from the kitchen.

"Qingqing, don't dress up anymore. Come out and help your sister," the woman called out after a while.

The person who spoke was Mother ning. She was wearing an apron, and her face was gentle and soft. Even her words were soft.

There was a young girl behind her. She was wearing a denim long dress and sitting on a small bench, revealing her fair and slender legs. She was helping to fold vegetables.

"It's coming, it's coming! Don't rush me!"

A high-pitched female voice was heard. The door was unlocked and happy footsteps rushed to the kitchen.