It is worth mentioning that in 2006, when we were discussing this issue, the Partnership Enterprise Law was revised and implemented in 2007. This revision clarified the limited partnership system in legal form for the first time and added a separate chapter to provide legal protection for the development of limited partnerships.
After hearing this, he had a glimmer of gratitude in his eyes: "I appreciate your advice. I will organize a team to study this direction after I return."
Considering Qingwan's physical condition, in order to avoid running back and forth, Qingwan and I also lived in Yuncai Jixian. Qingwan and I lived in one room, and Sister Pang and Xixi lived in another.
Xiaomei was full of love for Xixi and kept teasing her.
Qingwan took out the new clothes that she had carefully selected for Xiaomei and asked her to try them on. Xiaomei looked particularly beautiful in the new clothes, and she liked them very much. She stood in front of the mirror and kept turning around, with a sweet smile on her face.
Finally, Xiaomei held Qingwan's hand affectionately, tears in her eyes, and said gratefully, "Thank you, Mother Zhu."
Qingwan gently stroked Xiaomei's head, her eyes full of love. She said softly, "Xiaomei, you must take good care of Xixi in the future."
Xiaomei nodded firmly.
Qingwan's casual words reflected Tang Xiaomei's lifelong commitment to upholding her principles. No matter how her role changed, and no matter whether Xixi insisted on calling her "sister", she would keep this promise in mind and take good care of Xixi.
Lying in bed at night, Qingwan tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
I asked softly, "Are you not used to sleeping in a new place?"
She turned around, with a melancholy look in her eyes, and said softly, "Looking at Xiaomei, I feel really bad. She is so young, alone and helpless, it makes me feel distressed."
I consoled her, "From a legal perspective, Xiaomei is now Lin Xun's daughter. From a practical perspective, Lin Xun also treats her as his own and will take good care of her."
Qing Wan shook her head and retorted, "That's different. After all, we are not related by blood. I always feel like something is missing."
I smiled helplessly, "Your thinking is too rigid. Aren't the grace of giving birth and raising equally great? Lin Xun's love for Xiaomei is not necessarily less than that of her biological parents."
She snorted, her tone a little cold: "You men have never been mothers, so you will never understand that feeling. If I die, no matter how good a stepmother Xixi meets, that kind of relationship will always be delicate. Xixi will never act coquettishly and throw tantrums as freely as she does with her biological mother."
I sighed and tried to ease her worries with humor: "Then you should live a long life and live well. When Xixi gets married, and Xixi's daughter gets married, and Xixi's daughter's daughter gets married, then you can close your eyes and leave in peace. Don't worry about it now, day by day."
However, my usual teasing did not make Qingwan laugh this time. She still squinted her eyes, her face full of sorrow, sighed, and seemed to be immersed in her own thoughts and unable to extricate herself.
I gently comforted her, "Baby, it's New Year's Day, don't let these crazy thoughts disturb our mood. The elderly in the family will come tomorrow, and they will feel sad to see you like this."
She suddenly hugged me tightly, with a look of pity and fear in her eyes, and whispered, "I'm scared."
I stroked her back and said firmly, "With me by your side, what are you afraid of?"
She asked with a slightly trembling voice: "Hongjun, do you think there is nothing left after a person dies?"
I gently comforted her: "Of course not. Aren't children the continuation of our lives? They carry our hopes and dreams and continue to live."
However, the fear on Qingwan's face did not dissipate. She shook her head: "Those are two different things. Don't try to change the concept."
I took a deep breath and tried to explain in more common terms: "People's fear of death often comes from confusion about the unknown. Speaking of death, we have to mention time. Although I am a materialist, there is widespread controversy in the scientific and philosophical circles about the cognition of death. Some people believe that the universe may repeat itself in an infinite cycle, and death may only be the end of the current stage of life, and life and consciousness may be reborn in a new form in the next cycle."
Qing Wan widened her eyes and asked curiously, "Isn't that reincarnation?"
I smiled and shook my head. "It's different from reincarnation. Reincarnation means that you will become a completely different individual in the next life, while the historical timeline continues. What I just said is that time itself is also cyclical, and the individual itself may not change."
She frowned, looking a little confused: "I can't understand something so profound."
I smiled and continued to explain: "In fact, even the existence of time itself is a controversial topic. Some experiments in quantum physics have found that time may be disordered. Philosopher Sartre believes that time is a concept created by humans to give meaning to life. The true self exists in actions that are free from the constraints of time. Therefore, no one can tell what death means. It is an eternal and controversial topic. As for whether death is good or bad compared to life, no one knows. In this case, why should we worry about it?"
Qingwan nodded thoughtfully: "Oh, so that's how it is."
I patted her on the back and said with a smile, "It's New Year's Day, why are you suddenly talking about such a heavy topic? It's so unlucky."
She smiled slightly, with a hint of mischief in her eyes: "Don't tell me, I want you to sleep with your arms around me."
I held her tightly in my arms, she nestled against my chest, I smelled her body fragrance, felt her softness. However, just when I couldn't help myself, she suddenly shouted: "Guan Hongjun, you are daydreaming again, hard against me."