Today is the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar again.
The morning sunlight streamed through the light blue curtains, casting beautiful light and shadow effects in the room.
The little one on the bed was still fast asleep, but Yan Xiao knew that there were only twelve hours left before his wife traveled to the modern world.
Even though he knew she would be back in just twenty-four hours, the man couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
His little girl went to a place where he wasn't.
The people and things she encountered had nothing to do with him. Just thinking about this made Yan Xiao feel anxious and distressed.
........
Wen Qinghe was still lost in a beautiful dream.
Her father had already returned to Beijing to wait for her, and she and Yan Xiao also rushed over to reunite with him.
However, while the two of them appeared harmonious in front of her, a storm was brewing behind the scenes.
...
"Here's 100,000 yuan, leave my daughter."
At the dinner table, Wen Yunhuai looked intently at Yan Xiao.
The man didn't back down either, placing his travel bag on the table, unzipping it to reveal a large amount of 100-yuan bills inside.
"Here is two hundred thousand, and Qingqing is mine."
Wen Yunhuai, a stalk.
"No, I don't agree. I'll give you 300,000, and I'll say it again."
Yan Xiao took another bag from under the table and put it on the table, his face showing a calm confidence that he was determined to win.
"This is 500,000; Qingqing must be mine."
Wen Qinghe, watching the show from the corner: ...
This scene reminded her of a casino in Macau.
What? One hundred thousand?
I bet! I'll bet twenty!
Huh? You've made another 300,000?
Oh, no problem~ I'm fifty, I'll go all in!
...........
Just as Wen Qinghe was about to see how much higher the two of them could go, she inexplicably felt a slight breeze on her face, making her feel itchy.
She slowly opened her eyes and saw a man sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at her without blinking.
"Hmm... Brother Yan, how much did you invest?"
The little girl's voice was soft and gentle, with a touch of huskiness as she woke up.
The man felt a tingling sensation in his ears, and he unconsciously softened his breathing.
Although he didn't understand what the little girl was saying, he still responded gently.
"Me and my baby."
Wen Qinghe (囧): ...
What I'm saying is, how come she actually said what she was saying in her dream?
However, when it comes to increasing their investment, their current financial situation is not enough to give Yan Xiao the confidence to do so.
Although the things that happened in the dream might not actually happen, Wen Qinghe felt that it was something her father would do.
...............
During this time, Wen Qinghe took out more rice, flour, cooking oil, and even sold a lot of radios, watches, and soaps.
With the money and tickets in her space, plus what Yan Xiao gave her, she already had nearly 100,000.
However, there is still a distance between the confidence that Mengli Yanxiao and her father have in increasing their stakes.
It's perfect timing for her to go back and replenish her supplies.
.........
Ever since she told Yan Xiao that those antique paintings and calligraphy would be very valuable in the future, and that gold, a hard currency, would be worth five or six hundred yuan per gram.
Yan Xiao then instructed Xu Xian and the others to keep an eye out for such old objects.
The space is now piled high with them.
It's no exaggeration to say she has a small mountain of gold weighing several tens of kilograms.
......
That night, Wen Qinghe was calculating the time.
Just as she lay down on the bed to make a list of things to buy when she got back, the man pulled her into a tight embrace.
"Honey, you'll come back, right?"
The tall man looked at her with a pitiful tone, and Wen Qinghe felt a mix of amusement and heartache.
She raised her hand and wrapped it around the man's neck, and Yan Xiao buried his head in the girl's chest.
He could hear his wife's gentle comforting words:
"Of course! You're here, and so is Dad. And didn't you say you'd take me to see Dad when I come back?"
Yan Xiao let out a muffled "hmm" amidst the soft surroundings.
Wen Qinghe then realized where the man had buried himself, and a blush immediately rose to her face.
But whether on purpose or not, the man's hot breath sprayed on it, and his cheek gently rubbed against it.
This caused Wen Qinghe to unconsciously let out a soft hum.
Yan Xiao suddenly went even further, pulling the blanket over his head.
...
There were still two hours until eight o'clock, and Yan Xiao didn't waste a single moment of those two hours.
The camphor wood bed was indeed sturdy; no matter how much it was handled, it didn't make a sound.
Wen Qinghe's last memory before returning to the modern world was a man gently kissing her cheek with intense, almost overwhelming emotions.
...
Pale blue walls, bright lights, a princess-style room with a sea salt theme, familiar yet unfamiliar room furnishings.
The sheer intensity of the final moment left her momentarily stunned.
The room's furnishings were her favorite, but waking up now, she felt a little lost.
It's the place where I grew up, and the decor, comfort, and overall experience are things that most people crave but can only dream of.
But at this moment, I feel more at home with the little house where Yan Xiao lived.
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(≥﹏≤ I only have time to write at this time every day, I'm crying... I can't even catch up with my daily updates anymore... My double eyelids are always drooping, I wrote for almost half an hour today and then realized that not a single word had been added to my drafts... I actually used my mind... T_T)
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