The red Beetle was parked at the entrance of a fairly nice residential area in Lanjing.
Zhao Xuerou and Ke Bing are now essentially roommates. Over the past two years, having experienced life-or-death situations after the dimensional war, they have put aside their grudges against each other.
We live together in this city.
We've become best friends who can talk about anything.
Compared to Xiaorou's proud and willful nature, Kebing is more mature. She sometimes acts as Xiaorou's older sister, comforting her when she's having a bad day at work and calming her anger when she's upset. Kebing owns a flower shop and doesn't plan to buy a house yet. After discussing it, she felt that house prices were indeed quite high, and it would be better to use the money to start a business and accumulate some capital.
Unexpectedly, she does indeed have some talent for business.
Even though the flower industry is not a very popular sector, it has been thriving in the past two years, with orders coming in every day.
In recent years, women's status has gradually improved, and they pay more attention to the sense of ritual in life.
During holidays or wedding anniversaries, you always have to buy a bouquet of flowers as a token of appreciation, and Ke Bing has excellent taste.
She always manages to make even the most tacky floral arrangements look appealing to girls.
Last year, on New Year's Eve.
Ke Bing has no family; she is an orphan. She had planned to drink some wine by herself on the second-floor terrace of the flower shop, cover herself with a blanket, and fall into a deep sleep, perhaps waking up in the early morning to see the fireworks blooming in the sky.
However, Zhao Xuerou suddenly came to visit that night and took her to her home to celebrate the New Year.
It must be said that the traditional Chinese New Year brings a very warm feeling. Everywhere is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and Spring Festival couplets are pasted on the door. Walking on the street, you can see the lights of the street, and there is the smell of gunpowder after the firecrackers explode in the air. People are wrapped in down jackets of various colors, and you can see their breath coming out from a distance as they raise their hands to greet each other.
They sat around a table, watching the Spring Festival Gala on TV, with steaming dishes on the table.
Ke Bing was flattered by the invitation, her eyes filled with hesitation, but Zhao Xuerou didn't care and pulled her into the house.
She awkwardly called out "Auntie," feeling the warmth that only family could provide, listening to the firecrackers outside, and eating the most delicious dumplings of her life.
That night, the two slept in the same bed, reminiscing about their experiences from Arashiyama to Kyoto to the Arctic.
I don't know if the rose planted in the Arctic has bloomed, but the apple tree probably won't grow, because the ice in the permafrost eroded the delicate seeds. But thankfully, it won in the end.
"If you win, you have to tell me."
Xiao Rou still remembered that sentence, and then Ke Bing recounted his experiences from childhood to adulthood.
Later, they rented a house together and went on to pursue what they wanted to do. Sometimes they would see news on TV about "Luo Li potentially becoming the world's only mecha pilot" and would hurriedly call to inquire.
The phrase the three of them repeated most often on the phone was, "He will come back."
However.
Two years have passed.
Jiang Cheng still hasn't returned.
He remained in the depths of Lanjing like a mystery that will never be solved, untouched by anyone.
...
At the entrance of the residential compound.
After parking the car, Ke Bing took out a large bag of vegetables, including scallions and beef brisket, from the trunk and went inside with Xiao Rou.
She was going to prepare a particularly lavish meal that evening.
To celebrate the flower shop's second anniversary.
I went inside.
The two women tacitly changed out of their high heels and put on matching slippers, one pink and the other yellow.
The pink one has Patrick Star on it, and the yellow one has SpongeBob SquarePants on it.
Zhao Xuerou immediately walked to the sofa, looking utterly dejected, and lay down on it.
He let out a satisfied "Ah," sighing.
Xiao Rou brushed a strand of hair from the side of her face, struggled to get up, and began to take off her suit pants, revealing her fair and round thighs. She then "flew" the pants to the other side of the sofa.
"I'm exhausted, I've been wrapped up all day," she muttered, putting her legs up on the table.
Her fair skin and delicate, petite feet are simply incredible.
"Hey, you're showing your true colors at home, aren't you? You're not even wearing pants."
"What does it matter? Nobody's watching anyway, it's much cleaner."
Ke Bing curled her lips and glanced at her with a hint of disdain, but her actions were full of affection. She first threw a blanket over to Xiao Rou to cover up the beautiful scenery, and then poured a drink and placed it on the coffee table.
"Take a break, I'll go cook."
Xiao Rou raised her little face, giggled twice, picked up her drink and took a sip, then took out the remote control with her other hand and turned on today's news.
Ke Bing was actually very tired; her shop's business was no less demanding than the other person's job. However, she was clearly playing the role of "caregiver" and went into the kitchen without any complaints.
Humming a song as he chopped vegetables, he was busy and having a great time.
How happy we would be if life were always this wonderful and just right.
At least being busy can help you easily forget some of the things that bother you.
While Xiaorou was watching the news and eating snacks on the table, she was scolded.
"Stop eating snacks, we're going to eat dinner later."
"Oh...okay! Hmm!" Zhao Xuerou gnawed on one side of the chicken foot, turned her head to look at Ke Bing who was staring at her, and reluctantly put down the food.
Dinner is ready: stir-fried shrimp with Shanghai bok choy, braised beef brisket, rice, and cucumber salad.
Both of them have average appetites, so this is more than enough for them.
Hearing a shout, Xiao Rou quickly got up to get the rice bowls, but as soon as she entered the kitchen, Ke Bing slapped her round bottom.
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