"Da Liu, how have you been lately?"

Su Juan held Xia Lian in front of her, the two girls' heads touching, looking up at the familiar yet unfamiliar man in front of them.

"It's alright, barely passable."

The uncle, referred to as "Big Liu," waved his hand and continued, "I've made some money in business recently, enough to support my family."

"Do you have children yet?"

"I've had it for a while now, and I'm in the second year of junior high."

"That's good, that's good. You've matured and know how to support your family now." Su Juan smiled, completely unconcerned about what had happened earlier.

Perhaps she touched a nerve, Uncle Liu scratched his head and remained silent for a while before walking away and waving goodbye.

"Liu has changed a lot." Wen Yiquan couldn't help but sigh, putting the cigarette tucked behind his ear into his cigarette case and then back into his pocket.

"When you were pursuing me, you were just a young boy." Su Juan smiled, still charming despite being almost forty. Her soft, low ponytail hung down her back, making her look gentle and lovely.

Wen Yiquan nodded, "Da Liu and I used to play together quite well when we were kids."

"You haven't been in contact since?"

"I only come back once a year for the Spring Festival, how can I have time to keep in touch?" Wen Yiquan looked at the procession, which was almost over, and straightened his posture to move forward.

Unlike the older generation who had too much to say about the past, the younger generation is now the main character in every family. Who has a new baby or whose child has been admitted to university will be the talk of the village.

The Wen family's golden couple are simply the two most handsome young men among today's generation.

To be honest, being good-looking makes it easy to be liked. If there weren't so many elders here, there would be quite a few younger people from other families coming over to chat with you.

Wen Mo ignored everything outside the window, clutching Lian Bao's heart tightly in one hand, and slowly moved along with the backs of the two people in front of him, his slightly narrowed eyes showing a hint of impatience.

"Alright, you two, each take three sticks of incense."

Wen Yiquan handed them a few sticks of incense and told them to share them.

"Wenmo".

Xia Lian was a little timid, holding the incense in her hand, unsure of what to do.

Seeing this, Wen Mo took his father's lighter and helped light the incense. After the incense stick was lit, he knelt on a cushion, bowed, and muttered some incantations.

"Just follow my example. First, kneel down and bow three times, then silently recite your wish, and then get up and put the incense sticks into the incense burner."

Wen Mo helped straighten the incense in her hand. Xia Lian was a little nervous. She knelt on the cushion and bowed stiffly three times. After making her wish, she stepped forward and put the incense in the burner.

The incense burner was covered in ash, indicating that many families had already come to worship. The Wen family was one of the later ones to arrive.

In contrast, Wen Yiquan and Su Juan appeared extremely devout, solemnly lighting incense, then offering money and stuffing two hundred yuan into the box.

"So much?" Wen Mo leaned against the pillar to watch, and only came over after everyone had finished bowing. "We just want some peace of mind. I still have to rely on myself for the college entrance exam, so don't worry."

"Hey, kids shouldn't talk big. It's better to believe it than not." Wen Yiquan waved his hand, signaling Wen Mo to take his sister to play aside, while he chatted with Su Juan and the other villagers in the temple for a while.

Wen Mo had no choice but to pull Xia Lian outside the temple to wait, where they sat on a long wooden bench and watched videos.

Xia Lian glanced around and saw that he was sitting so peacefully, so she carefully sat down next to him, but did nothing, hugging her knees and not daring to even lift her eyes.

What does it feel like to stand out among the younger generation?

Wenmo didn't like the feeling of being watched; he always felt a chill and was uncomfortable all over.

"These two kids are really handsome."

"Yes, just like the celebrities on TV, she's so good-looking."

"By the way, I don't think I've ever seen that little girl next to me before."

The younger generation was mostly playing on their phones, while the adults were chatting away in the temple, and it would take quite a while before they could leave.

"Whose children are you?"

It's here! The sentence that feels most familiar.

Almost every year when I go home for the Chinese New Year, someone asks me this question, just like a fixed NPC who has to say a pre-set line.

Moreover, the people asking the questions varied; some were idle uncles, and others were gossipy aunts.

The person asking the question was an auntie who was eating sunflower seeds. She had curly hair dyed bright red and her makeup was very heavy, to say the least.

It wasn't a stereotype, but the woman in front of me didn't look particularly nice; she looked like the type who would gossip behind people's backs.

Wen Mo put down her phone, hesitated for a moment, and then answered with a smile, "We are the Wen family."

"Oh, from Quanzi's family."

The aunt stopped talking and nodded thoughtfully.

Being stared at all the time wasn't very comfortable, so Wen Mo scratched his head, got up, and pulled Xia Lian to play somewhere else, leaving behind a group of aunties who were muttering something in their own language.

"He looks pretty big, he must be eighteen by now."

"I heard that Quanzi's business is doing very well in another city."

"You wouldn't be thinking about...?"

"Oh, those who know, know. I'm just worried that the kid already has a girlfriend."

"Young people's relationships come and go quickly, so don't take it too seriously. Maybe I can introduce my daughter to them in the future."

"Oh dear, we didn't even know when they had a daughter."

Wen Mo pretended to be nonchalant, squatting by the pillar and scrolling through videos, but in reality, his ears were constantly perked up. When he heard the topic being discussed by those aunties, he couldn't help but grimace in disgust.

I'm not even eighteen yet and they're already trying to set me up on blind dates?

Moreover, their motives aren't pure either. They're only trying to curry favor with me because my family is rich. That's a bit too frivolous. Do they really think I'm a rich husband that they can just snag?

Looking at Wen Yiquan and Su Juan who were still chatting, Wen Mo couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

Jeonja, Jeonja, your wealth has already been revealed.

sad.

Logically speaking, this kind of thing shouldn't be talked about so much. He believed that his father wouldn't be that stupid, but eventually, other people would hear a little bit about it.

In the past two years, I've been adding things to my hometown, so it's impossible to avoid being noticed.

"I'm so young, and they're already thinking about setting me up on blind dates. I really don't know what those aunties are thinking."

Wen Mo rubbed the back of his head in a daze, gritting his teeth in resentment. He turned to look at Xia Lian, who was squatting beside him. Xia Lian's chubby face was looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"Lianbao."

"Um?"

"……fine."

Oh shit.

It's a pity there are too many people around now, otherwise I really, I really...

I want to kiss you right now.