Chapter 115: Reunion (1)
On this joyous summer day, the morning sun streamed into the room. The children, dressed in their custom-made flower girl suits, had even their bow ties perfectly tied.
"Anyone who didn't know better would think Qingqing was getting married." Aunt Ping smiled as she styled his hair. "It's so grand."
Sheng Fang and Sheng Peirong exclaimed in unison, "Aunt Ping—"
"Our Qingzai is still young!"
"Our Coco is still so young!"
Uncle Li and Yu Jingying's marriage in their youth was just a simple registration, but now they have decided to remarry, and in their belated wedding, they are wearing suits and wedding dresses.
This upcoming small ceremony is a solemn commitment to the future.
Shengfang was the only flower girl. Originally, we wanted to invite Tiantian to participate, but unfortunately, my niece is still too weak to even hold her neck up, so Fangfang had to go alone.
The CID colleagues arrived early and sat in the viewing area. Despite the blazing sun, they were still in high spirits and couldn't help but joke around as soon as they opened their mouths.
"I heard Uncle Li has lost a full twenty pounds!"
"I can't wear my old clothes anymore; they're all loose and baggy."
"How could he not lose weight? We ate baked pork chops with cheese, but he only ordered two leafy greens, and even the iced milk tea had to be without sugar!"
The blooming flower is like a happy little bird, flying all over the place.
Xiao Sun muttered to himself, "What should I say as a wedding blessing? I can't just say 'May you have a son soon!'"
Liang Qikai laughed, raised his chin and pointed to Uncle Li and Yu Jingying's son: "'The son' is right here."
“Zi,” Shengfang tugged at Xiaoli’s sleeve, “would you like to be a flower girl with me?”
"Let's skip it!" Xiao Li waved her hand repeatedly.
"Of course, the blessing is 'May you have a long and happy marriage'."
"A match made in heaven, may you be forever united in heart!"
Xiao Li rubbed the goosebumps on her arms again: "And eternal love."
The flower girl, burdened with an important responsibility, returned to the bridal dressing room with Zhu Qing by her side to wait.
Yu Jingying was making her final preparations when she asked nervously, "How do I look?"
"Super—" the children exclaimed without hesitation.
"Beautiful lady!" Zhu Qing agreed with him, nodding vigorously with a sincere expression.
Yu Jingying looked at herself in the mirror.
Time has etched faint lines around Jingying's eyes.
But every wrinkle on his face was filled with a satisfied smile at this moment.
Many people say that they are no longer young, so why make such a fuss about remarrying?
But they felt that precisely because youth is fleeting, they should seize the time to do what they want to do.
Yu Jingying raised her hand to brush away the stray strands of hair from her forehead and carefully tidied them.
Zhu Qing smiled and walked around behind her, whispering, "Sister Jingying, let me help you."
...
The wedding ceremony officially began, and under the flower arch, Uncle Li was more serious and composed than ever before.
No one had ever seen him like this before. The twenty years that had been lost could not be recovered, but now they had regained what they had lost. After going through many twists and turns, they had come back together. Every day of the rest of their lives was worth cherishing.
During the wedding vows, Uncle Li spoke with utmost seriousness, looking at the cue cards in his hand.
Yu Jingying's eyes welled up with tears, and she raised her hand to tuck her eyes in: "Your makeup is all ruined."
The colleagues from the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau and the Central Identification Bureau were staring at each other in disbelief.
"Am I seeing things? Our Madam Yu is actually crying!"
"Our Uncle Li is also wiping his eyes, this is too exaggerated."
Zeng Yongshan covered her face with her hands: "I can't take it anymore, I feel like crying too."
“It’s not just ‘a little’,” Xu Jiale joked from the side, “You’ve already cried your eyes out…”
Their son complained that his parents were being too sentimental, but when he clapped, he clapped harder than anyone else, until his palms were red and his eyes were filled with tears.
Colleagues cheered and egged them on, creating a lively atmosphere. When the confetti canister exploded in mid-air with a "bang," colorful ribbons flew everywhere.
Shengfang raised her chubby little hand, plucked a strand of golden ribbon from her hair, held it in her palm, puffed out her cheeks, and gently blew it away: "Whoosh!"
The ribbons floated up, swaying gently in mid-air, before landing on his shoulder.
"I promised you I'd treat you to a lollipop next time we meet," Yu Jingying said to little Fangfang. "Remember?"
"I don't remember." Sheng Fang tilted his head to recall, then shook his head.
Madam made such a promise when they first met, but the little one has long forgotten it.
At this moment, Yu Jingying smiled, squatted down, patted his little head, and handed him some wedding candy, saying, "Is this okay? I'll make up for the lollipop another day."
Shengfang happily accepted the gift with both hands, reciting the auspicious words she had rehearsed at home.
The audience burst into laughter again.
Turning around, the flower girls were handing out wedding candies all over the place, wanting everyone to taste the sweetness of the candy.
"I'm basking in the joy!" Zeng Yongshan popped a candy into her mouth.
Weng Zhaolin looked at Fangfang and said, "I wonder when your niece will be able to run around the field like you..."
Everyone immediately started exchanging winks and glares.
Now even Inspector Weng himself has admitted that Sheng Fang is Tian Tian’s uncle Fang!
Shengfang was only led back when it was time to take a group photo.
"Smile, everyone look this way."
"Three, two, one!"
The photographer crouched down and aimed the lens at the bride and groom, as well as each of the guests.
"Crack—"
As the shutter clicked, everyone shouted in unison, "Happy Wedding!"
Li Jingsong and Yu Jingying walked hand in hand openly, their smiles brighter and more radiant than ever before.
Under the blazing sun, the colorful ribbons shimmered with tiny, sparkling rays of light.
Fangfang tilted her innocent little face up, her dimples wide with a smile.
This is a child loved by everyone, immersed in unreserved happiness, and in his own way, he passes on the love he feels to everyone around him.
...
Cheng Xinglang's new home was strategically located, just a few minutes' walk from Kadoorie Hill.
The major clients that Manager Wang has has paved the way for his smooth-sailing career.
That day, Zhu Qing and Sheng Fang, who were experienced in buying houses, accompanied Cheng Xinglang to view apartments. As the uncle and nephew stood in each room, facing the living room, kitchen, study, and bedroom, the expansive view outside the windows painted a picture of his future home, and Cheng Xinglang made his decision without hesitation.
Everything is ready, just waiting for the day of moving.
In the early morning, while Fangfang was having breakfast at home, he talked about his plans for the day ahead.
“Every morning from now on, Dr. Cheng will take me to kindergarten first, and then he and Qingzai will go back to the police station together.”
This means that Fangfang will no longer have to take the school bus in the early morning.
"Uncle Hu will definitely miss me." Fangfang spread jam on her hands and wiggled her little feet.
"Uncle Hu has finally gotten rid of a troublesome little passenger," Aunt Ping said with a smile. "His work will be much easier from now on."
Fangfang took a bite of the crispy toast and said, "Then congratulations to him!"
Zhu Qing chuckled and gently pinched his little nose.
The new semester hasn't started yet, and the children are still on summer vacation, but they've already envisioned a clear picture in their minds.
She skipped and hopped ahead, carrying her schoolbag, while Qingzai and Dr. Cheng walked side by side behind her.
"Let's take you to kindergarten first..." Sheng Peirong raised her coffee to her lips, her posture elegant and composed. "The remaining twenty minutes of driving will be just the 'date time' that Xinglang has secured."
Fangfang suddenly realized, shaking her head and accusing, "You cunning adult!"
Sheng Peirong nudged his little head: "You little devil."
Several months passed quietly, and Zhu Qing and Cheng Xinglang got along very well.
Sheng Peirong often saw them together. Sometimes Cheng Xinglang came to her house for dinner, sometimes he took Fangfang out to play, and sometimes the two of them would sneak away with Fangfang on their backs, leaving little Shengfang sadly alone in her room.
When the two of them stood together, Zhu Qing's smile was always relaxed and cheerful.
They got along very well, which made Sheng Peirong even more at ease.
"Qingqing." Aunt Ping looked out through the small kitchen window and turned back to say, "Dr. Cheng's car has arrived."
"I'll be going now."
The children jumped down from their high chairs, ran a few steps, and pressed their chubby faces against the bright French windows.
"I want to leave too," Fangfang said enviously, peering out the window.
Adults have it good; they have endless workdays and rarely get holidays.
Why hasn't he started school yet?
...
On the day Cheng Xinglang moved into his new house, his colleagues from the forensic department and the Major Crimes Unit B all came to visit.
In the spacious living room, small groups of people naturally gathered together. Everyone knew that Dr. Cheng had become a regular external assistant for the CID, and the person who envied her the most was none other than Ben. It was just a job, yet the two of them could understand each other perfectly, working seamlessly from crime scenes to the autopsy room, and even to the morgue, often with just a glance, making them the best partners.
Ah Ben sighed, recalling how lonely he was during Dr. Cheng's exchange program abroad, having nothing in common with his colleagues who all had families to support, and only hoping for his early return. Now that Dr. Cheng was back, he was always busy with Madam or her children, while Ah Ben remained all alone.
"You be the judge!" Ben sighed, holding up his beer. "Zhu Qing stole my partner!"
Zhu Qing laughed out loud: "How about I give it back to you?"
"This is bad," Cheng Xinglang said immediately.
"Here we go again, look!" Ben exclaimed, even more indignantly. "Look at this!"
Haozai chimed in, "Then what can we do? We can only go to the Hospital Authority and the Government Laboratory to ask Anzai and Feiwen if they can come back to keep you company."
“Don’t even mention it,” Ben said, his resentment deepening. “They’ve been dating lately, and they haven’t been to Lan Kwai Fong at all.”
"Ben," Xu Jiale patted him on the shoulder, "everyone's doing so well, shouldn't you reflect on your own situation?"
"Stop making sarcastic remarks, why don't you introduce me to a girlfriend?"
This aggrieved accusation successfully won the sympathy of the young master of the Sheng family.
When they first met, Fangfang dressed up as a little hanged ghost and startled him. Now, a year later, they have gotten along better and he has reluctantly accepted this forensic doctor friend who has many white teeth when he smiles.
"I'll introduce you to a girlfriend next time," Fangfang promised, sounding like a little adult.
Ah Ben immediately squatted down and put his arm around his shoulder.
"When is next time?" He thought for a moment. "But I know everyone you know. Can you expand your social circle and stop always hanging out with your niece?"
Indeed, the social circle that fosters children largely overlaps with his own.
Fang Fang, caught off guard, was speechless. She turned her round body away, leaving him with only her indifferent back of her head.
"When is 'next time'?" Ben pressed on relentlessly. "When exactly is 'next time'?!"
"Tell me quickly..."
Fangfang turned and ran away, throwing herself into Zhu Qing's arms, and said in a childish voice, "Qingzai, Qingzai, you're so annoying!"
"Did you hear that?" Cheng Xinglang smiled at the pitiful-looking Ah Ben. "The kid said you're too annoying."
...
Cheng Xinglang had never taken Fangfang to He Wentian's old house.
Even though those blood-stained memories only exist in his mind, and the bloodstains on the wall have long been covered up, he still feels that innocent and carefree children should not play in places that bear such pain.
But things are different now.
Since Dr. Cheng moved into her new home, Shengfang has become a frequent visitor.
CID staff don't have fixed weekends, but the forensic department is different. On weekends, a phone call is all it takes for Dr. Cheng to come pick up the child within thirty minutes, without any delay.
Sheng Peirong also mentioned that her younger brother was not allowed to trouble Dr. Cheng.
But in reality, for Cheng Xinglang, the time spent with Fangfang was never a burden. At first, it might have been out of love for Fangfang, but gradually, many of the long-awaited warm moments were made up of Fangfang's company.
The children often spend the whole day at Cheng Xinglang's house, treating it as their second home.
He even has his own room here.
"This side needs to be smoothed out!" Fangfang knelt on the newly laid bed sheet. "I've seen Aunt Ping lay bed sheets like this."
Together with Cheng Xinglang, he smoothed out every crease on the bed sheet, rolled around on it, and then sat up to continue smoothing out the wrinkles.
"Once we have a room, we need to take a nap," Cheng Xinglang said.
"What did you say?" Fangfang covered her ears with two short fingers, looking completely innocent. "I didn't hear a single word."
Cheng Xinglang pretended to turn around and look for his cell phone, as if he wanted to complain to his niece.
"No! You can't!" The little round person leaped over.
He was quickly taken back.
Fangfang rolled to the center of the sheet and asked expectantly, "Can I shake it?"
I saw this game on TV.
Mom and Dad each held a corner of the blanket and gently rocked the baby, who seemed as relaxed as if he were sitting in a rocking boat. Although Fangfang's parents are no longer here, he has his most beloved niece and motorcycle driver, and their love for him will not diminish.
However, Cheng Xinglang simply couldn't complete the game by himself.
It wasn't until Zhu Qing arrived in the evening that Fang Fang's little wish, which she had been looking forward to all day, finally came true.
Little Fangfang sat in the center of the bed sheet, with Zhu Qing and Cheng Xinglang on either side, gently shaking the edge of the sheet.
The little girl's hands gripped the edge of the sheet tightly, revealing her round, bright eyes.
Even though you can't see his smiling face hidden under the sheet, his eyes are already curved into crescent shapes.
They rocked for a long, long time, gently, like a swing or a cradle.
"Higher!"
As the shaking intensified, Shengfang fell face down, raising both hands high and her little feet sticking up.
"Just like a little turtle." Zhu Qing couldn't help but chuckle.
Cheng Xinglang chimed in, "It's still just a little turtle that can't turn over."
Fangfang wouldn't allow the adults to laugh at her like that, so she rolled around in protest.
Joyful laughter echoed.
In this simplest of games, a pure childlike innocence is being gently nurtured.
...
Shengfang loves amusement parks the most.
Whether it's the Liyuan Amusement Park, the kindergarten's play area, or even the "fairytale kingdom" in the basement of their home, the children always play to their hearts' content.
And now, his beloved paradise has become Dr. Cheng's new home.
Fangfang wasn't as familiar with the "terrain" of this new house as she was with her own home, so each unfamiliar corner became the perfect place to play hide-and-seek.
Zhu Qing and Cheng Xinglang stood side by side against the wall, their hands completely covering their eyes.
"Absolutely no peeking." Fangfang hid halfway, then crawled out again to give a final warning.
Zhu Qing gently nudged Cheng Xinglang with her elbow: "Fangfang said you're not allowed to peek."
"I follow the rules very well!"
Zhu Qing had never played like this in her childhood. Back then, living in an orphanage, simply having enough to eat and drink and growing up safely was no easy feat; there was no time for such playful games. As for Cheng Xinglang, his childhood before and after the age of eight was completely different; those carefree days had long been severed by the shadows of time.
At this moment, the two adults were playing childish games with Fangfang, but they were enjoying themselves even more than Fangfang, laughing even more happily.
"one two three……"
"Eighteen, nineteen, twenty!"
"Are you ready? We're coming!"
Shengfang hid behind the curtains, her small body pressed against the wall. As a future police officer, she was skilled at locating sounds. When she heard heavy footsteps approaching, she immediately held her breath and covered her mouth with her hand to make no sound.
At first, the two adults were searching everywhere, looking very seriously. Gradually, they slowed down and strolled leisurely around the living room.
They exchanged a knowing glance and quietly pointed to a pair of tiny feet peeking out from under the curtains.
A thin gauze curtain covered the little figure, outlining its round shape.
Then, the two bad adults in "Fangfang Prison" started teasing the child.
Where did Fangfang go? Where are you?
"Strange, I can't find Fangfang..."
"Did you see us release it?"
She was sitting behind the curtains, covering her little mouth and laughing.
He didn't realize that his little shoulders were trembling uncontrollably through the gauze curtain.
"Should we let it go?"
"How come the kid is so good at hiding?"
This call continued for a long time, with the intervals between calls becoming longer and longer.
Why haven't they found him yet?
Shengfang couldn't wait any longer, so she yanked open the curtains and jumped out, making a dazzling entrance: "I'm here!"
Zhu Qing and Cheng Xinglang, however, seemed not to notice and continued to look around.
"Where did Fangfang go?" Zhu Qing asked anxiously.
"I understand." Cheng Xinglang's expression was grave. "Could he have mastered the art of invisibility?"
Fangfang was completely stunned. She looked down at her little hand and waved it in front of them.
Has it really gone invisible?
Just as they were about to burst out laughing, Cheng Xinglang and Zhu Qing quickly turned their heads away, their smiles barely concealed.
The footsteps behind them were making a "tap tap tap" sound, and the child was so anxious that he kept pacing around in circles.
The little one without a kindergarten diploma is still easy to fool; I need to keep fooling him for a while longer to get my fill.
"Could he have gone home by himself? But he can't drive."
"Could it be that they hailed a taxi on the street?"
"I wonder if Fangfang brought any money with her."
Shengfang ran to the dressing mirror, pinched her little face, and patted her round belly: "Mingming is here."
He sprinted back to Zhu Qing and Cheng Xinglang, his short legs propelling him high into the air.
"Here! Here! Put it here!"
The two of them finally couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.
The blooming "invisibility spell" finally failed, and the little round face that had been wrinkled up relaxed, and she smiled along with them.
"Now it's your turn to hide!"
During the subsequent "find someone" activity, the children followed suit.
He strolled around the living room, his hands behind his back, standing in front of Zhu Qing and Cheng Xinglang.
Where are they? Where are they?
"They're all gone!"
Fangfang quickly ran to the refrigerator: "Then I'll eat ice cream!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he tore open the ice cream wrapper, sat down on the sofa as if no one else was there, and quietly enjoyed it.
Zhu Qing didn't react for a moment.
He actually came up with this idea!
She exclaimed in shock, "How can he be so smart!"
Cheng Xinglang burst out laughing: "You took after him."
...
In the evening, the young master of the Sheng family's stomach rumbled.
Fangfang, a contented little guest, nestled on the soft sofa, waiting for dinner.
A delicious aroma wafted from the kitchen as Cheng Xinglang focused intently on preparing the ingredients.
"Do you need any help?" Zhu Qing asked, leaning against the doorframe.
Upon hearing this, Cheng Xinglang turned around, took her slender shoulders, and gently pushed her away, saying, "No need, go watch TV."
Zhu Qing was pushed a couple of steps, then turned back and said, "Am I a child? Still watching TV—"
"Kid! Come watch the cartoon!" Fangfang called from the living room.
Even though they said they would help, when it came to actually going into the kitchen, the uncle and nephew could only make things worse.
In the end, they were assigned the task of "just passing by".
When the new house ran out of seasonings, the children volunteered to go buy them, their enthusiasm rising as they raised their hands.
Zhu Qing followed silently behind, but the professional madam's tracking skills were simply a waste of talent on this child. He had clearly been followed before when he went to the market alone to buy groceries, but now he was still completely unaware and unprepared, coins clinking in his chubby hands, his back full of joy.
Shengfang is a reliable baby uncle. Halfway there, he forgot what seasonings he wanted to buy, so he simply let the auntie in the store pick out a bottle of each.
"Little friend, can you do it by yourself?"
"I can!"
Fangfang carried the plastic bag, which left a shallow mark on her chubby little arm. After paying, she turned around and huffed and puffed as she walked back.
As he was strolling along, he saw a man carrying a suitcase standing by the roadside.
The man was holding a piece of paper and looking down at an address.
The kindergarten has held many safety mini-lectures, teaching children not to pay attention to strangers who try to talk to them.
However, Teacher Ji did not say that you cannot strike up a conversation with strangers.
Fangfang, a kind-hearted young officer, noticed that the person dragging the suitcase was clearly not a local. His sense of responsibility as a patrol officer immediately kicked in, and he offered to help.
"Where are you going?" Fangfang asked.
The clear, melodious voices of children could be heard.
The man turned around, looked at the little figure in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and pointed to the writing on the paper: "I'm looking for this location."
Fangfang glanced down at the address, then looked up again.
His neck was sore from looking up, and he stared at the other person's face, blinking.
“I know where you’re going,” Fangfang said without hesitation. “I’ll take you there!”
"Do you know where it is?" The other person pursed their thin lips. "Thank you."
Before he could finish speaking, the young master of the Sheng family handed the other person a heavy plastic bag: "You carry it."
The man was taken aback, and for some reason, he reached out and took it.
The bottles and jars rattled and clanged inside the plastic bag.
Zhu Qing hid behind a large, leafy tree and watched Fang Fang talk to a stranger. Finally, she couldn't resist and came out.
When she saw the other person's face clearly, her eyes widened involuntarily.
“Over there—” Zhu Qing said with unusual enthusiasm, “Let us take you there.”
It's already puzzling enough that a child offered to help, but now an adult has suddenly appeared, clearly having been waiting for some time.
This is exactly like a standard fraud gang.
I've heard that nowadays, fraud gangs specifically hire people with striking good looks to gain trust and commit fraud...
"Let's go!" Fangfang said impatiently.
"..." The man grabbed the suitcase handle. "I don't want it."
"We'll take you to find your brother!"
"It's true! We're not a scammer!"
The man gripped his suitcase tightly, looking anxiously at the two figures, one large and one small.
How did they know he was looking for his brother?
"What are you afraid of?" Fangfang patted her little chest. "We're police officers!"
Zhu Qing: ...
"Shengfang, say less."
The man took a step back, his eyes filled with even more suspicion.
Even after all this, you still claim you're not a fraud?
...
Just now, the moment she stepped out from behind the big tree, Zhu Qing's gaze lingered on the man's face for a moment, and she immediately recognized him.
His features were exactly like Cheng Xinglang's, only he lacked that sunny disposition and had a more reserved demeanor.
In comparison, the younger brother has fairer skin and softer facial features, but the obvious resemblance, along with their similar age, height, and the suitcase they are carrying, is enough for a professional madam to successfully solve the case based on the clues and confirm his identity.
The uncle and nephew finally managed to pull the person into the elevator.
Zhu Qing patiently explained, using all her words.
The other party was skeptical: "Who exactly are you to him?"
“I am his uncle—” Sheng Fang jumped up.
Just as he was jumping, Zhu Qing grabbed his head and pressed it back down.
"Let it go, hush."
Can't you say something that people can believe?
"He will be my nephew-in-law in the future." The younger elder calmed down, changed his words, and waved his hand knowingly.
The man's wary gaze swept back and forth between the two men, and he pulled the suitcase handle even tighter.
The adult's deception was meticulous and skillful; she claimed to be Cheng Xinglang's girlfriend without any flaws, which sounded perfectly reasonable.
But whenever he was about to believe it, the little devil next to him would pop up a few nonsensical comments, clearly indicating that the little swindler's methods were not sophisticated enough.
The scene was extremely suspicious.
With a "ding," the elevator arrived at the target floor.
Zhu Qing gave up on explaining further and quickly went to knock on the door.
"Knock knock knock—"
The moment the door opened, the familiar aroma of sweet and sour pork ribs wafted out.
The man standing at the door froze. This was his father's best home-cooked dish. He vividly remembered the scene of the two brothers fighting over the ribs when they were children. He had tried to recreate this taste countless times, but he had never succeeded.
"Dinner can be served—" Cheng Xinglang looked up, his voice abruptly stopping.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and he stood there, stunned.
Fangfang tugged at Cheng Xinglang's sleeve: "Don't cry."
Cheng Xinglang's breathing suddenly stopped, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.
The child who always followed behind him in my memory has now grown into a tall and handsome adult. Eighteen years have passed, and on this evening bathed in the glow of the setting sun, the past and the present finally overlap.
The mischievous older brother who led his younger brother into trouble everywhere, and the well-behaved younger brother who always had a shy smile.
The older brother who never gave up the search, cherished every clue clipping, and firmly believed that his younger brother was still alive.
The younger brother who silently followed the criminal to protect his older brother...
The past, bathed in the soft glow of time, is intertwined with reality.
At this moment, they finally stood face to face again.
The golden rays of the setting sun pierced through the corridor windows, casting warm shadows between them.
Summer truly is the season for reunions.
"elder brother."
This sound was choked with emotion, carrying a suppressed longing.
The simple title remained in his heart, long forgotten, but he never forgot it.
Cheng Xinglang's fingertips trembled slightly as he took the suitcase.
His gaze lingered on his younger brother's face, then shifted to Zhu Qing, who was smiling beside him, and finally landed on Fang Fang, who was grinning with her tiny teeth showing.
At that moment, he suddenly understood what Zhu Qing had once said.
The most important people are all by my side.
"You really know how to pick your timing." Cheng Xinglang's voice was slightly hoarse, his eyes filled with laughter. "You came back right after we moved to our new house."
“You’ve been looking for me for eighteen years.” The younger brother smiled, paused for a moment, and then said, “After I got off the plane, I went to the police station to ask for the address and found my way home in just half a day.”
Fangfang's little hand was held by Zhu Qing, and she tilted her head up, mischievously giggling—
Hey kid, you got lost just now.
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