Chapter 132, I'll write it slowly.

After arriving home from the fruit shop, Luo Yan kept calling out "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy" as soon as she entered the house.

Liu Yinfeng was taking a nap in her room when her daughter called her, making her panic. She hurriedly came out of the room and asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Luo Yan hesitated, unsure of what to say. After a long pause, she smiled at her mother and said, "I was just looking for you."

Since her daughter was born from her own womb, Liu Yinfeng could guess seven or eight parts of her thoughts with just a glance. She said, "You came back from Sanfang's place? What good news made you so happy?"

Are you happy? Luo Yan touched her face: "So-so."

Those eyes and brows are smiling.

But ultimately, having children is a matter of fate for them. Liu Yinfeng didn't worry too much about it until it was time to get married, saying, "Then there's no need. I'll just take a nap."

Luo Yan sang "Only Mother is Good in the World" as she returned to her room. She sat at her desk and began to daydream. She felt a little better after opening her homework.

She had already added extra homework to her studies by evening, and when she heard her brother come home, she cautiously peeked out of her room.

This girl is acting like a thief, which startled Luo Hong: "No, your brother isn't made of iron either."

Luo Yan felt inexplicably guilty and chuckled.

His laughter was even more unsettling. Luo Hong touched his goosebumps and said, "Get to the point."

Luo Yan hadn't figured out how to tell her mother in the afternoon, and naturally, she hadn't figured out how to tell her brother in the evening either.

But she also had a habit of wanting to share something with her family, so she touched the door frame and said, "It's... um, it's that one."

Luo Hong, seemingly lost in thought, unusually entered his sister's room late at night, sat in her chair, and tapped his fingers on the desk: "Are you two dating?"

Luo Yan waved her hands back and forth: "No, no, not yet."

That meant it was pretty much over. Luo Hong wasn't surprised, but he still slammed his fist on the table: "He got off too easy."

He had actually told his sister everything he needed to say, but on this matter, he couldn't help but nag: "Like I said, whatever makes you happy."

Luo Yan was actually looking forward to something more, wondering what Zhou Weifang would ultimately write, and her mind wandered involuntarily.

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Zhou Weifang took writing love letters very seriously.

He originally felt that the language didn't need to be too fancy, and that it was important to write with genuine feelings. But when Luo Yan said to wait and see, he wanted to get a perfect score in every aspect. Even though he knew that he would likely get a definite answer, he still wanted to be absolutely sure.

Therefore, he bought a lot of books from the bookstore overnight. It was a collection of poets from ancient and modern times, both Chinese and foreign. The stack of books was almost as tall as a person. He would take them out to read when there were no customers in the fruit shop.

That attitude showed they were working very hard.

When Zhou Yuying came to check on her younger brother's shop, she assumed he was just reading some leisurely books to pass the time. But upon closer inspection, she realized something was amiss: "What are you reading?"

Zhou Weifang was startled and instinctively closed the book, revealing the words on the cover: "Collected Poems of Yuan Zhen".

Zhou Yuying's level of education was just so-so: "Is this character pronounced by half?"

Zhou Weifang: "Third tone."

Even if the word is pronounced with the eighth tone, Zhou Yuying wasn't curious and asked, "No, why are you looking at this thing?"

Zhou Weifang: "To cultivate one's character."

Zhou Yuying scoffed, "Stop talking nonsense."

She could tell her brother wasn't going to tell the truth either, so she glanced around and asked, "This place is pretty big. How's it been after two days?"

Zhou Weifang: "It's alright, at least we can recover our initial investment."

Then he remembered and asked, "Aren't you setting up your stall today?"

Zhou Yuying: "They're inspecting the city's appearance and won't let anyone set up a stall for three days, so I thought I'd come and lend you a hand."

That would be great if someone could help. Zhou Weifang sells fruit during the day, repairs vehicles from time to time in the middle of the night, and has to get up at five in the morning to load goods. He's really running like a car axle going downhill and never stops.

The key is that others can handle it, but one person can't calm down and says, "This is too convenient, I really have something to do and need to go out."

Zhou Yuying: "Go ahead, I'll keep an eye on things for you."

Zhou Weifang glanced at his watch: "No rush, I'll go later."

He took the opportunity to exchange a few words with his second sister, saying, "I'll have Hongmin bring you lunch. If you need anything, just call him. It'll be back in two hours at most. I'll have lunch and then I'll be back."

Zhou Yuying was just not talkative, but having run a stall for over a year, she was able to take care of everything. She said, "No need to rush, you go ahead with your work."

He then inquired, "Who are you having dinner with?"

Zhou Weifang: "I need to talk to Luo Bu about something."

They were always wrapped up together, but Zhou Yuying didn't mind. She silently remembered how much each kind of fruit cost per pound, and waved her hand to urge him to leave.

Zhou Weifang went back to the car dealership to change his clothes, only to realize he had forgotten something: "Give me that bag of pears under the counter."

Zhou Yuying bent down to get it for him, and as he was about to leave, she noticed: "Your clothes..."

"What's wrong with the clothes?" Zhou Weifang looked down at them. "Don't they look good?"

This question is strange. Zhou Yuying looked her younger brother up and down and asked, "Why is your first reaction that it's not good-looking?"

Zhou Weifang unconsciously licked his lips: "You weren't the one who mentioned my clothes first."

Something's not right, something's not right.

Zhou Yuying: "You're not going to find Luo Bu, are you? At the very least, it's definitely not a boy."

Zhou Weifang felt itchy all over and unconsciously scratched the back of his neck: "It's a waste of your talent if you don't go out and catch spies."

This meant she was admitting it. Zhou Yuying usually didn't care about other people's news, but this time she nudged her brother's shoulder and asked, "Whose daughter is she? Do I know her?"

She knew him all too well. Zhou Weifang fled in panic, but after running a few steps, he realized he hadn't brought his lunchbox and turned back.

Oh, so this is how you try to curry favor with someone.

Zhou Yuying: "I'm free all day anyway, you can come back tonight."

Zhou Weifang bowed to her, then rode off on his bicycle and disappeared in a flash.

Zhou Yuying smiled, picked up a few books placed to the side, and only looked at the covers.

After reading a few books, she roughly understood: her younger brother probably liked a talented woman, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to such lengths to please her.

In fact, Luo Yan's literary talent has always been mediocre. The idea of ​​wanting to read the letter came about in the scene the day before yesterday, and afterwards she had a lot of expectations—like knowing that a flower would bloom, but not knowing when.

Perhaps something was on her mind, Luo Yan found herself lost in thought after class.

The class monitor called her twice but she didn't respond, so he slammed his hand on the table.

Luo Yan was startled and came to her senses.

She's easily frightened and jumps around in surprise; right now, her eyes are wide open and her hands are clenched tightly.

The squad leader quickly apologized, saying, "I called you for ages and you didn't say a word."

Luo Yan let go of his hand: "You were distracted. Is something the matter?"

Class monitor: "The school will be holding a sports meet after National Day. Do you have any special events you're good at?"

Sports meet? Although there was no such event last year, Luo Yan has always done whatever the school tells her to do: "I'm not very good at anything on the playground."

The class monitor scratched his head in exasperation: "Could you choose one of the three events—the 800-meter dash, the high jump, or the rope skipping—that you can barely manage? I really don't have enough people to go."

Yes, of course you can.

Luo Yan thought for a moment and said, "Eight hundred meters, at least I won't be at risk of tripping."

The class monitor said some words of gratitude, then turned to meet Ji Ning's gaze and asked, "Which do you choose, high jump or rope skipping?"

Ji Ning glanced at him sideways: "I've already signed up for three, do you really think I'm made of iron?"

The class monitor surrounded her, praising her so much that he almost banged his head on the table.

Whether it was due to sensitivity or not, Luo Yan felt that the atmosphere between the two of them seemed different from that between ordinary classmates.

But before she could grasp that glimmer of intuition, the school bell rang.

Luo Yan had no time to ponder other people's affairs; she quickly sat down and listened to advanced mathematics.

She was in a daze during the class, and muttered to herself as she walked out after school.

As she approached the car dealership, she saw Zhou Weifang.

Zhou Weifang bought lunch and came right when she got out of school. He craned his neck to wait at the store entrance and smiled when he saw her.

Luo Yan moved closer and asked him, "Are you finished writing?"

Zhou Weifang: "No, I'm still working on the draft."

It's good to draft. Luo Yan takes a month or two to write a summer report. She thought that although time and quality are not the same, she didn't want something rushed: "That's good, take your time writing."

Zhou Weifang answered like a eunuch, saying, "For lunch, we have Kung Pao Chicken and braised pork knuckle."

Luo Yancai wanted to ask him, "Isn't your shop busy?"

Zhou Weifang explained a few words, and the two sat down at opposite ends of the table. At the same time, they remembered that there was someone else in the store and turned their heads to look.

Oh, so you know there's someone breathing here.

Luo Hong put down the wrench and slowly washed his hands, as if he wanted to break each step down into eight steps to dawdle.

The other two didn't dare to urge him and politely waited for him to start eating first.

Luo Hong reached out and poked his sister's forehead: "It's rare to see you acting guilty."

Luo Yan covered her forehead and pretended to cry: "Who's feeling guilty? I'm just respecting the elderly and caring for the young."

Luo Hong changed the subject: "Did you hear that? I'm talking about you being old."

If we count birthdays, Zhou Weifang is two months older than Luo Hong.

He couldn't refute this statement in any way, and could only mutter to himself: "From now on, you're of a higher generation, so you'll have the final say. I can't afford to offend you."

But putting on airs is something that can wait until later. Luo Hong only said this one sentence, and continued eating his meal while asking, "How's business at the shop?"

Zhou Weifang was much more frank with him, saying, "After deducting losses, I estimate it's about fifty yuan a day."

Luo Hong: "That's pretty good." He added, "That's how much college graduates earn a month now."

"It's still a long way off," Zhou Weifang said. "Just buying a nice house costs a lot of money."

He was mostly saying this to his childhood friend, and Luo Hong knew it too. Although he didn't say anything, he glanced at his sister who was eating seriously and thought helplessly: How could he not worry about her?

Zhou Weifang understood his meaning, and gave him a knowing look that only two people could understand.

Luo Yan, however, noticed two pairs of eyes on her and blinked innocently, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Weifang simply moved the lunchbox to a different spot: "This is delicious."

The topic naturally shifted, and Luo Yan didn't press for details or care what kind of riddles they were playing.

After all, two of the people she trusts most in this world are here now.

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Author's note: Good night!