The sun was about to set, and Fan Youcheng was anxiously climbing the ladder to hang the plaque. In those days, ordinary people did not have electric drills, so hanging the plaque was quite difficult. Fortunately, the wooden boards Fan Youcheng chose were relatively thin, so they could be nailed to the eaves with large iron nails.

Fan Xi held a broom and tilted his head back to help support the other end of the plaque with great effort. Fan Youcheng held a hammer in one hand and a nail in the other, pressing his elbow on the other end of the wooden board and hammering it.

Fan Xi looked up at the shaky wooden board, afraid that it would fall.

But often, the more you fear something, the more likely it is to happen! Perhaps Fan Youcheng's two hands weren't enough, and he lost his grip, and the board slid down, just as Fan Youcheng had predicted...

Just as Fan Xi was about to throw away the broom and run away, he saw two large hands firmly holding the wooden board.

Fan Yu turned around and saw that it was Zhao Yilu. He patted his chest with a look of relief and said, "Thank goodness, Yilu, thank you for coming. Otherwise, if it were broken, we would have to make a new plaque!"

Zhao Yilu's tone was particularly stern. "Do you know how dangerous it was just now? What if you hadn't dodged in time and got hit on the head by the wooden board? Why didn't you wait until I got here to deal with this?"

Fan Youcheng was frightened by Zhao Yilu's momentum and lowered his head, not daring to speak.

Seeing that Zhao Yilu was really a little angry, Fan Yu quickly pulled the corner of Zhao Yilu's clothes and said softly, "Don't worry, Yilu, I've been watching over you. I've made preparations. Don't be angry. I just want to hang the plaque before it gets completely dark and complete the work!"

Although Zhao Yilu was angry, he couldn't bear to say anything harsh seeing Fan Xi's provocative look. He asked Fan Xi to help bring a stool over, stepped on the stool, and directly held the plaque high with both hands.

Fan Xi couldn't help but sigh, being tall is great, with long arms and legs, it's really convenient to do anything!

With the help of Zhao Yilu, Fan Youcheng's side also went much more smoothly, and the plaque was hung up completely in a short while.

In order to prevent the plaque from falling and hitting someone due to its flimsy foundation, Fan Xi asked Fan Youcheng to tie two pieces of wire on both sides to fix it to the pipes in the house as a double insurance.

Just like that, all the preparations before the opening of Shiguang Photo Studio are completed, and we are just waiting to open tomorrow!

Zhao Yilu left the pedal tricycle he had ridden to Fan Youcheng, and changed into a bicycle to take Fan Xi home.

He carried Fan Xi to sit on the front beam, put his long legs across the bicycle, put his arms around Fan Xi and rode home.

Fan Yu knew that Zhao Yilu would not normally let her sit on the beam, after all, it looked too intimate, unless he had something to say to her.

Fan Xi sat there obediently, waiting for Zhao Yilu to speak.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the two of them, and the orange-yellow light seemed to cover them with a layer of dreamy gauze, dyeing everything around them into warm tones.

Fan Yilu's hair fluttered gently in the breeze, brushing against Zhao Yilu's cheek from time to time, carrying with her unique jasmine fragrance. Zhao Yilu's tense face finally softened.

Seeing that Zhao Yilu hadn't spoken, Fan Xi turned around and looked at him, "Yilu, didn't you let me sit in the front because you had something to say to me?"

"No..." He lowered his head to look at Fan Xi in his arms. The afterglow of the setting sun made her little face flushed red. Zhao Yilu's eyes were full of tenderness and worry that could not be concealed.

"I just remembered that moment when the wooden plank fell and almost hit you, and I felt that only by having you under my watch and protecting you could I feel at ease. My dear, I've been feeling a little anxious for the past two days, always worried that something might happen to you!"

Fan Yu gently patted Zhao Yilu's hand as he was holding onto the handlebars. "Don't worry, I was really paying attention just now. I won't get hit."