After finishing their meal, Liu Changhai and his family gathered together.

"Dad, our holiday is over, and we have to go back to work tomorrow." Liu Zhiqiang was a little embarrassed. It wasn't that he was worried about his father staying behind, but rather that his family hadn't gotten anything from being here.

"Okay, you all go back, I'll stay."

"Dad, are you staying? Not going back?"

Liu Changhai nodded. "I won't go back until at least the fifth term is over."

Liu Changhai knew that his nephew's family would definitely return to the capital, and that this would be the time he could spend with them.

The two sons exchanged a glance and decided to go back. They used to disdain coming over, and now it wouldn't work for them to build connections.

They found Liu Aimin and said, "Brother, we're going back now. The holiday is over, and we won't be able to come back for the seventh day after his death. We'll be able to come for the fifth day. Please bear with us, brother."

Liu Aimin shook his head. "It's alright. When someone dies, it's no big deal. You all have jobs, so go ahead and get busy. There's still some pork left at home, so each of you can take one back with you. It'll save you from having to buy more."

Liu Aimin went to the storeroom, took out the two pieces of meat he had prepared that morning, and handed them to the two men.

After they left, Liu Changhai is now the only family member in the courtyard who isn't very familiar with them.

Liu Jingze sat in his study, his mind filled with too many memories that weren't his own these past two days.

Although it mainly focuses on Liu Jingze's story, it's not really my own experience. Things were similar before I went to university, but after that, everything changed completely; Zhang Hongmei wasn't even in it.

The opposite happened. What does this mean?

He shook his head, lit a cigarette, and stared blankly at the rising smoke.

Zhang Shouyi is not Zhang Shouyi. As he was thinking, Liu Jingze suddenly laughed. He had read Zhuangzi's dream of a butterfly before. Could this be the case?

Everything else is fine, but there are some old ladies' former connections that I haven't been in contact with for a long time for some reason. Should I go and try to get them? If it really works, I'll take them into my own hands. I have to leave some for Xiao Wu.

The Liu Jingze in her mind was never married or had children, and she herself was not married either, but she had a son.

Thinking of this, Liu Jingze smiled genuinely, remembering Wei Yu and Xiao Wu, who would be his everything from now on.

At noon, Lu Jing came over and said, "Madam is still sleeping, so she won't be coming over for lunch."

Hu Aifen was a little worried. "Is Hongmei alright?"

"Don't worry, there's no problem. Bai Xue has checked on her, and Madam is fine. She's probably just stressed because she hasn't been sleeping well these past few days. She's relaxed now."

Hu Aifen nodded, "Okay, keep an eye on her."

It was lunchtime for their family. Liu Jingze suddenly looked up and said, "Jingxiang, you go back tomorrow. You don't need to come back for the fifth term. I'll stay here. We'll go back together after the fifth term."

Liu Jingxiang shook his head, "No need, brother. Hongmei told me that she will go back after the seven-day mourning period, and we will go with her. We will come together for the fifth term."

We've already arranged our vacations, so don't worry.

Liu Jingze frowned; his memory was a bit muddled.

"Okay, you can arrange it yourself."

Liu Aimin looked at her eldest son, "Jingze, you should come back after the seventh day after your death. Your mother and I can stay here."

“Yes, Jingze, you should go back. Your Uncle Maocai and his wife aren’t going back either. We’ll have company. Besides, this is our own home.”

"Understood." Liu Jingze nodded. He could go back on his own; he didn't remember ever working in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

"By the way, the things your great-grandmother left behind, Hongmei came over this afternoon and the three of you divided them up. There's no need to leave them here anymore."

Liu Jingze quickly realized the purpose behind his father's words in front of Liu Changhai.

There's really no need for that. Even if Liu Changhai regrets it, what good will it do? He'll still end up with nothing anyway.

To satisfy his father's wishes, Liu Jingze nodded.

“Okay, that’s perfect for shipping back. Jingxiang, once you get back, just rent a safe deposit box at the bank.”

"Understood, brother."

After lunch, Liu Jingze had no desire to sleep and walked onto the streets of Liujiatun, which were completely different from what he remembered.

Upon entering Hongmei's house, Lu Jing greeted her, "Madam is still sleeping."

"Let's go wake her up, otherwise she'll feel uncomfortable when she wakes up and won't be able to sleep at night."

Lu Jing was also worried about this, but seeing that the lady was sleeping so soundly, she really couldn't bear to wake her.

Liu Jingze entered the room and saw Zhang Hongmei sleeping. He wanted to ask Lu Jing to leave, but he swallowed the words back. It was simply impossible.

He walked to the bedside and looked at Zhang Hongmei, who still looked like she was eighteen or nineteen years old. He smiled to himself; this was the biggest variable.

Lu Jing was very wary of Liu Jingze, so she quickly walked to the bedside and blocked his view.

"Madam, Madam, you should get up."

Liu Jingze stepped to the side and saw Zhang Hongmei open her eyes in a daze.

I stopped myself from moving forward. Let things stay as they are.

"Hongmei, wake up, or you'll have trouble sleeping tonight."

My dad told us to go over there together and divide up Great-Grandma's things.

Zhang Hongmei then realized what was happening and slowly sat up. "Oh, I see. Brother Jingze, I don't want these. Grandma has given me plenty of good things before. You should divide these among your brothers."

"Hehe, you go and tell my dad. I'll wait for you outside."

Zhang Hongmei didn't stay in bed. She got up, tidied herself up, and then went to the living room to find Liu Jingze.

"Madam, the bird's nest is ready. Please have some."

Zhang Hongmei took it and ate it in small, insignificant bites.

"Lu Jing, did we bring a lot of bird's nest?"

Lu Jing nodded, saying that bringing over a hundred lamps should be enough.

"Go and send some to my aunt and my third aunt, so they can have some too."

She put down her bowl and looked at Liu Jingze. "Brother Jingze, I've noticed that you seem to have changed these past few days."

What has changed?

"It feels like it." Zhang Hongmei frowned.

"Hehe, Hongmei, I will never change, don't worry. Let's go, my dad is eager to let my third uncle see my great-grandmother's good stuff."

Zhang Hongmei thought for a moment and then smiled. "Hehe, Uncle is feeling bad, so as the younger generation, we have to make him happy. Let's go, let's give it a try."

The two walked side by side on the street. The weather was terribly gloomy, and it looked like it was going to snow again.

"Hongmei, don't get cold. Put your gloves on properly," Liu Jingze reminded her, frowning.