Luo Shaohui stared at the dark gate and the jingling cymbals, feeling as if his legs weighed a thousand pounds, unable to climb the steps. Luo Shaolan hadn't been home in five or six years, and like Luo Shaohui, she lacked the courage to push open the front door and could only lower her head and wipe away tears.

Luo Wenyuan knew that his second aunt and uncle were homesick and were inevitably hesitant.

"Second aunt, uncle, please don't go in yet. I'm going to give Grandpa a shot to prevent him from getting a heart attack if he sees you all unexpectedly!"

Luo Shaohui's "resurrection" was never told to Luo Zhentian, for fear that the old man was too old to withstand such emotional stimulation of extreme sorrow and joy, and Qingshan had to be by his side to protect him.

"Uh...right, right, right! Wenyuan, you and Qingshan go in first, lest Old Luo suddenly sees me and slaps me. That would make me a real criminal!"

After hearing what her brother said, Luo Shaolan slapped him and muttered, "Bah! What are you talking about! You have no respect for your elders--!" After scolding Luo Shaohui, she found it quite funny and stopped crying. The corners of her mouth even curled up a little.

So Luo Wenyuan pulled Qingshan in, leaving Luo Shaolan and Luo Shaohui sitting on the stone steps at the door waiting. The brother and sister stood shoulder to shoulder, watching the people coming and going in the alley. Some were walking their birds with cages, some were walking home after practicing Tai Chi, and some were taking a bite of soy milk and rubber rings on the way home before taking them home. The more they watched, the more familiar they felt. This was their roots, and no matter when they came back, they would feel a sense of familiarity.

As the brother and sister were talking, an old lady came from the east side of the alley. She was in her early sixties and was wearing a new suit from L brand. She had an oval face and big eyes. She was not ugly, but she exuded a sense of arrogance and walked with her chin held high.

The old lady saw two people sitting in front of the Luo family's gate from afar, and wondered who these two people were and why they were sitting in front of Brother Luo's house. She twisted her hips and quickly came to the Luo siblings.

Luo Shaolan is a jewelry designer with a unique taste in clothing. She's willing to wear anything she likes, regardless of whether it's a major brand or niche item, even if it's street vendor stock. The outfit she's wearing today is the work of a little-known Chinese American designer. Luo Shaohui, on the other hand, doesn't have high standards for clothing; he just wants comfortable cotton. He even bought this one in a US supermarket.

Seeing the two dressed casually, without a single piece of designer clothing, the modern old lady looked down on the siblings: "Hey, who are you two? Do you know whose house this is? Come on, hurry up, this place is quite prestigious. Don't let anyone chase you away!"

The brother and sister exchanged a glance, both laughing. Isn't this old lady Aunt Ma? She's a retired leader from the Ministry of Culture. She'd even sent someone to the Luo family to try to be a matchmaker for Luo Zhentian. Even after being ruthlessly rejected, she remained devoted, often dressing up and "passing by" the Luo family several times a day, hoping to run into him. Unexpectedly, over a decade later, this old lady still hasn't given up!

Luo Shaohui grinned, showing his eight big white teeth to the modern Aunt Ma: "Aunt Ma, I haven't seen you for so many years, you are still so strong——!"

Old Madam Ma was startled. She thought to herself, who is this person? He looks familiar...

"Who are you……"

Luo Shaohui raised his eyebrows and smiled in a rather rogue manner, saying, "Why, don't you recognize me? I'm Shaohui, the third son of the Luo family! Today is a good day, I came back to see my dad..."

When Mrs. Ma heard this, she was stunned for a while, then she jumped up with a cry of "Ah!" and ran back to her home without looking back, almost losing one of her high heels.

Luo Shaohui's face was wrinkled with laughter. Luo Shaolan pushed her brother and scolded him, "You're just fooling around. If you scare her again, she'll get hurt!"

"Tsk, it's her fault for always thinking about our dad, she deserves it!"