And that windmill, it's been sitting there for over a year and the paper is all pasted together, why keep it?

It's really impressive how well Fang Hua preserved it; it's been a year and it hasn't oxidized at all. It must have been taken out and looked at quite a few times when he wasn't around.

He knew this; the new zookeeper had wet it with water and put it in his arms, causing it to crumple into a ball. By the time it dried, it was too late to unfold it.

Candy wrapper?

I really forgot about that. Could it be that this guy came looking for him, went crazy and flew him upstairs, then took out two lollipops to try something romantic, and even tried to kiss him? But in the end, they ended up arguing and nothing happened, and he didn't even finish the lollipops.

I even forgot about disposable chopsticks. I'm really getting old; my memory has gotten so bad.

He remembered the one-yuan coin. When he moved, Fang Hua stepped on a coin, which hardened and sat in the sun for more than ten minutes. There was a big tree right next to him, and he was carrying things in both hands. Actually, the things could have been left on the ground; they weren't anything valuable.

But this silly boy just wouldn't leave, foolishly waiting for him to come back.

That's so stupid.

Fang Rong chuckled without realizing it. These were all memories between the two of them, some of which he had forgotten but Fang Hua still remembered.

It would be a lie to say he wasn't moved; in fact, he was deeply affected, but he hid it and didn't show it.

"Fang Rong." A knock suddenly sounded at the door, and Fang Hua's voice came through the crack in the door, "I forgot my keys again."

Fang Rong was taken aback and hurriedly packed up the box. "Wait, I'll go open the door for you."

"Okay." Fang Hua reminded him, "Don't come down. Just use your superpower to open the door."

"I know, you don't need to remind me." He locked the items on the bed into boxes one by one, using his supernatural ability to place them at the bottom of the cabinet. Only after he finished did he open the door and ask casually, "Why so fast today?"

"I bought it next door."

There was another restaurant next door, selling soups and drinks, which were a bit pricey, and Fang Rong felt a little distressed. "Why go there? Isn't there a noodle shop right across the street?"

It's amazing how resilient humans are these days. We can eat artificially flavored food every day and nothing seems to happen to us; we don't get sick or anything.

For example, this side is entirely man-made.

“That place wasn’t good, so I bought duck soup.” Fang Hua put the takeout on the table. “You need to replenish your blood.”

Fang Rong blushed. Where did she learn this trick? She's getting better and better at subtly teasing people.

“I didn’t bleed yesterday, it’s you who should be replenished, you’ve ‘given’ so much.”

"Oh, right." Fang Hua suddenly realized, "I was so tired yesterday, I really need to replenish my energy."

...

Just say you want to eat it, it's not like I'm stopping you from eating it.

"Let's share it." The old duck at this restaurant was quite delicious, and he liked it too, so he and Fang Hua decided to fight over it. They both needed to replenish their energy.

A bowl of old duck soup, two servings of rice, four meat dishes and one vegetable dish. This guy has no self-control; he bought mostly meat, as he loves meat the most. The vegetables were for Fang Rong.

In fact, Fang Rong was full after just half a bowl of old duck soup.

The old duck soup uses a whole duck, which is plump and tender, stewed until it's very tender and fragrant. It's enough for three people, and of course, for ordinary people.

Fang Rong has the appetite of an average person; she could only eat half a bowl before she couldn't eat anymore, and Fang Hua finished the rest.

He tilted his head and looked outside; the sun had already come out.

"It's stopped raining." He stood up abruptly. "I'm going out to test my mech."

This is much more important than the injury on my buttock; I absolutely have to go.

“But you’re still injured.” Fang Hua spat out a piece of bone.

"It's nothing serious." It's just a minor scrape, nothing serious, and there was no bleeding.

However, he was only pretending to be heavy so that Fang Hua would serve him.

"Then I'll go too." Fang Hua put down her food and followed him with a hint of reluctance.

"Where are you going? Eat your fill and then come with me." Fang Rong got out of bed wearing socks to get his shoes. Fang Hua had hidden the shoes in the closet. Actually, he could have gotten them using his superpower, but sometimes he couldn't think straight and always forgot.

Furthermore, one cannot rely too much on superpowers, otherwise one will become lazy with one's hands.

He always wore the mecha around his neck, refusing to take it off even when sleeping or showering. He would never part with something so important, and he wouldn't lend it to anyone except Fang Hua.

They won't even let me look at it, let alone lend it to you.

If a helmet is considered important, then the mech is more important than life itself and must be cherished.

Considering the dense urban area, Fang Rong specifically took a car to the countryside. The maglev train moved slowly all the way, making him so impatient that he almost wanted to fly there.

Fortunately, Fang Hua was by his side, comforting him by holding his hand, and when he didn't react, she simply hugged his waist from behind.

He looked like a spoiled young girl, and his position was just right for Fang Rong's ears, creating a harmonious scene.

Good-looking people are bound to attract attention, and Fang Hua naturally became the focus of the entire carriage. People kept pointing and staring at him, and females would look at him with envy.

Fang Hua was someone who had been in the spotlight since childhood, and he was completely unresponsive to reason. He treated the stares from all around him as normal and continued to play with Fang Rong's fingers as if he didn't care.

Fang Rong has long arms and legs, and her hands are naturally well-defined, slender, and fair, with slightly prominent veins on the back of her hands, which is just right and has a unique charm.

Fang Hua stretched out his hand and compared it with Fang Rong's. He was also a person with long and slender fingers, but he still couldn't compare to Fang Rong. You don't know until you compare them, and the difference is obvious.

One hand looked like a woman's, clean and beautiful; the other hand looked like a man's, long and strong.

Fang Rong let him play with it; it was a bit of fun during their boring journey.

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