Back then, she returned home from another place, traveling with the young Li Dalong, and they stayed in a restaurant together at night.

At that time, the two had already developed feelings for each other, but they had not yet revealed the romance, so they lived in two rooms.

As a result, Comrade Lao Li came into her room in a daze in the middle of the night, smelling of alcohol.

The next morning, he said he drank too much and went to the wrong room...

Feeling his wife's narrowed eyes, Li Dalong coughed heavily:

"Oh, Xiao Bing'er, you are here to celebrate Xiao Mo's birthday as well. I'd like you to take this bowl of noodles inside."

"I haven't set off the firecrackers I bought yet, so I won't be able to catch up later."

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Ying Bing looked at Li Dalong who was leaving, and Gu Xueqin who was following him, and her sight finally shifted to the bowl of noodles.

Li Mo lay on the bed, his soul entering the world seed.

But there was movement outside, so it was impossible for him to be unaware of it. When the ice lump at the door hit his parents, he had actually already noticed something.

At this time he had opened his eyes.

As soon as I sat up, the door was opened with a click.

"Bingtuozi? You think I won't come to see you today, so you come here by yourself? Actually, I will..."

"It's not dual cultivation."

"Huh?" Li Mo was stunned.

"Happy birthday."

Ying Bing put down the noodles and opened the box in his arms.

There are a lot of things in it, Moro... Spinning top... Tangram... Marbles...

There was also a small wooden sword, which still had the fragrance of wood and was obviously made not long ago.

If you count them.

There were exactly seventeen gifts.

The same age as Xiao Li.