Afternoon.

Two figures lay nestled together on a wicker chair, the wind chimes by the window tinkling softly.

Xiao He was already asleep.

Wang Xuefeng held her as if she were a child.

Perhaps in his eyes, Xiao He would always be that troublesome child.

"Who can say for sure about fate..." Wang Xuefeng smiled.

Seemingly tickled by his breath, Xiao He frowned in his sleep and even let out some muffled snorting sounds of dissatisfaction.

Wang Xuefeng closed his eyes, held her in his arms with one hand, and gently stroked her hair with the other.

Soft and smooth... allowing the sunlight filtering through the window screen to bring out a touch of warmth.

Between the two, there were two other small lives.

In Wang Xuefeng's "eyes," their beating like a heart was incredibly strange.

After watching for a while, he couldn't help but place a long kiss on Xiao He's forehead, as if he wanted to convey his affection to the two little ones in this way.

"whisper……"

"whisper……"

A child's smiling face is drawn on the wind chime.

It is said that Huo Pingping drew the portrait based on his sister, Huo An'an.

...

The sun is setting.

Xiao He suddenly woke up from his sleep.

The first thing I did upon opening my eyes was to immediately tighten my arms.

After confirming that the person holding her hadn't left, her eyelids suddenly drooped, as if she had never woken up.

Wang Xuefeng was actually asleep, and it was only when she moved that he woke up.

"Did you get enough sleep?" the former asked with a smile.

"Um……"

Are you hungry?

"not yet……"

"Shall we go grocery shopping together later?"

"Alright!" Xiao He suddenly opened his eyes.

Hearing that Wang Xuefeng had no intention of leaving yet, she was so happy that she couldn't even go back to sleep.

"It's just past five o'clock now, and the open-air vegetable market is preparing to close up shop, so prices might drop!" Wang Xuefeng shared his experience with a smile.

"Alright! Let's pack up and set off now!" Before he finished speaking, Xiao He jumped up from his arms.

Wang Xuefeng nodded, and as he stood up, he rhythmically sang out four words.

"Come with me!"

"Deng de leng deng li deng deng~" Xiao He changed his clothes seamlessly.

"Let's go now!"

"(Let's set off now)~"

"The dream has ended!"

(The dream has ended) ~

"My heart! I am not afraid~" Xiao He did not sing the last line as a duet, but instead sang it in sync with him.

Wang Xuefeng couldn't help but burst into laughter.

They had long forgotten the song's title, only remembering that it was a very, very old song.

In the old apartment building with terrible sound insulation, there lived an old man on the first floor.

Every day, after his afternoon nap, he would use an old-fashioned tape recorder to listen to the same tape while exercising.

And the first song is this one.

The level of "brainwashing" is comparable to the first wake-up song at any school.

It's been a long time since I've heard from him, and I wonder if the old man's health is still as good as ever.

Xiao He skillfully tied the bow at the back of his head, then suddenly looked at Wang Xuefeng meaningfully.

"Do you remember the second one?"

The latter smiled slightly.

"I remember, 'Come Home Often'."

Xiao He stood with his hands on his hips, looking quite pleased with himself, and nodded: "Then don't forget to come home and visit often!"

"Of course I won't forget!" Wang Xuefeng couldn't help but chuckle, putting his arm around her shoulder and leading her toward the door.

Squeak—

Bang.

Xiao He casually locked the door and asked with some curiosity, "Does anyone else know you're back?"

“I haven’t told them yet…” Wang Xuefeng suddenly chuckled, “It’s a rare opportunity to come back, I can’t let them disturb me.”

"That makes sense." Xiao He nodded in deep agreement. "Then let's not buy so many vegetables today!"

"Hmm! What do you want to eat tonight?" Wang Xuefeng asked.

"I'll listen to you!" Xiao He said without hesitation.

"Isn't there anything you particularly want to eat?" Wang Xuefeng raised his eyebrows: "Don't miss this opportunity~ Order whatever you like~"

Xiao He blinked, chuckled, and revealed a carnivore's expression.

Sweet and sour pork! Sweet and sour pork with pineapple! Chicken bone sauce! Braised pork trotters!

"Would you like some spring rolls?"

"want!"

-

A bustling open-air vegetable market.

This is a wide pedestrian street where no vehicles are allowed to pass.

During the day, the streets are lined with mobile vegetable markets. When the sun sets, the vegetable vendors pack up their stalls, allowing the night market vendors who take over the night market to set up their stalls without any interruption.

Most of the time, the buyers of these leftovers are the owners of the late-night food stalls. They decide on the late-night menu based on the ingredients they buy that day.

Xiao He and Wang Xuefeng, wearing masks, walked hand in hand through the bustling crowd.

Compared to when vegetable vendors set up their stalls in the morning, the current customer traffic is much greater.

After all, well-off families are still a minority; most are new residents who have just moved here from other places. Their savings are not much, and in this rapidly developing city, they seem insignificant.

Although each of them can find a job that suits their taste in the "new labor market," they all tacitly agree to save money wherever possible for the long-term development of their families.

With the support of the Sining Group, prices in the city were well controlled, so Yang Xing didn't have to worry about the salaries he was paying being inappropriate.

In the realm of finance, the nerdy Yang Xing certainly doesn't have much talent.

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