The next morning, Gu Qingqing got up early for her morning run as usual.
I didn't slack off just because it's the Mid-Autumn Festival; self-discipline is very important.
It takes three days to learn bad habits, but it's very difficult to learn good ones in less than three years.
The key to success is perseverance.
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After breakfast, Gu Qingqing and Gu En decorated the Gu residence with lanterns, filling the house with the festive spirit of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Gu Jin had the day off today, so he joined them in decorating.
One hour later—
Beautiful lanterns, in all colors and shapes, were hung inside and outside the Gu residence.
"It already has a festive atmosphere, which is great!" Gu Qingqing was really looking forward to today's Mid-Autumn Festival.
"It's beautiful, and it will be even more beautiful at night." Gu En also liked the Gu residence, which was covered with lanterns. It was much more beautiful than before, and it also had a festive atmosphere of family reunion.
In the past, only a few oversized red lanterns were hung, which looked rather monotonous.
"Yes, it would be so beautiful to have all the lanterns lit up at night."
Just thinking about that scene made Gu Qingqing incredibly happy.
She loved this Mid-Autumn Festival. No one had ever spent it with her before, but now she had the three Gu brothers, Fu Jue, and Grandpa Fu with her. She was so happy.
"Is Second Brother almost home?" She glanced at the door, eager to see him the next second.
She received a message from Gu Mu three hours ago, saying that he was already on his way home and that she should wait a few more hours.
"Almost there, Qingqing, don't worry. Let's go prepare the sacrificial items! We need to prepare a lot of things to worship our ancestors and gods."
Gu En pulled her to the kitchen, where people also prepare offerings to ancestors and gods for the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Gu Qingqing obediently followed them to the kitchen. Because of the holiday, all of the dozen or so servants in the house were on leave, leaving only the three of them and an elderly woman, who was her father's wet nurse.
She stayed at the Gu family home to enjoy her retirement, living in a separate small house and rarely coming out to bother Gu Qingqing and Gu Jin.
Firstly, they are very busy with both work and study.
Secondly, young people and the elderly have very few topics to talk about, and meeting frequently will only increase conflicts. Meeting occasionally will make them feel warm and happy.
But they often went to visit the old lady.
Gu Jin and Gu En moved the small table to the main entrance on the first floor of the Gu residence and placed a table full of offerings, including a cooked rooster, a large piece of pork belly, several oranges and apples, and three cups of white wine.
"I'll call my second brother and see if he's back yet." Gu Qingqing saw that the offerings were ready, took out her phone from her pocket, and checked for any updates on Gu Mu.
Just then, the roar of a car engine came from the gate.
That car is definitely Gu Mu's car.
"Second Brother—" Gu Qingqing jogged over, just as Gu Mu's car was parked on the side of the road, and he got out of the car.
"Qingqing—Second brother misses you so much, do you miss your second brother?" He hugged her and spun her around a few times before slowly stopping.
The scent of her hair instantly put him at ease.
Even if he hadn't seen her for just a few days, he missed her terribly.
I was worried that she wouldn't eat or sleep well.
I was afraid she would be bullied, afraid she would be lonely.
I'm afraid she'll be unhappy, afraid she'll be sad.
"I miss you! I miss you so much, Second Brother."
Hehehe
The two siblings talked for a while before finally going inside.
Gu En was so angry that he wanted to beat up Gu Mu, who had taken over his sister as soon as he got back.
If it weren't for the holiday today, he would have already hit him.
Gu Jin lit a bunch of incense sticks, gave a few to each of Gu Qingqing's people, and stuck the rest into the sand bucket.
The four siblings lined up and bowed three times to the portraits and memorial tablets of their parents and grandparents.
at the same time.
Fu Jue and his grandfather were also worshipping their ancestors at the entrance of their new villa.
After everything was settled, the grandfather and grandson took gifts to the Gu family and spent a meaningful Mid-Autumn Festival with Gu Qingqing and her three siblings.
Because Assistant Yin had made several small contributions these past few days, Grandpa Fu specially approved his leave, allowing him five days to go back and spend time with his family.
"Grandpa Fu, you've arrived! Welcome!" Gu Qingqing opened the large iron gate and couldn't help but laugh when she saw the grandfather and grandson carrying loads of gifts.
They were too nervous.
It's probably the first time I've celebrated a holiday at someone else's house!
There will be some tension and unfamiliarity.
"Little girl, we've come to bother you, please don't send us away." Old Master Fu waved the gift in his hand.
"How could I dare to kick you out? Grandpa Fu can stay at my house for a very long time, I'll be very happy." Gu Qingqing quickly went over to take him, not wanting the old man to get tired.
"Grandpa Fu, why did you bring so many gifts? Don't tire yourself out." Gu Qingqing was carrying four bags of gifts in both hands, and she still felt that they were a bit heavy.
Grandpa Fu has some difficulty walking, and being over eighty years old, carrying so many things must be very tiring for him.
"Master Fu, why didn't you try to persuade Grandpa Fu?" she complained to Fu Jue, but she didn't see that he was carrying eight gift bags in his hands.
It weighs at least ten pounds, if not twenty.
"It's none of his business. What are these few boxes? I can carry them. Even if I'm over eighty, I'm still got it. Hahaha—back in the day!"
Grandpa Fu laughed heartily as he walked into the Gu residence, reminiscing about his youth.
Older people seem to enjoy telling younger people about their youth, not in a boastful or bragging way.
It's more like storytelling, passing on the experience of the older generation to the next, generation after generation.
"Just pretend you didn't hear that." Fu Jue leaned close to Gu Qingqing's ear; he was tired of Old Master Fu's nagging.
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