Da Mao and Xiao Mao looked at each other, then suddenly burst into laughter and shouted in unison.
"Third Uncle blushed! Third Uncle was shy!"
"Shhh! Keep your voice down!"
Su Mingfu hurriedly covered the mouths of the two children, his eyes darting nervously toward the main room, afraid of waking his father from his afternoon nap.
His heart was beating faster this time, not from excitement, but from pure panic.
The children's laughter finally caught Wang Xiulan's attention.
She poked her head out from the kitchen and frowned.
"Mingfu, what are you doing? Don't drop the children!"
"No, it's nothing, Mom."
Su Mingfu quickly let go of her hand and stood up.
Wang Xiulan glanced at her son suspiciously, her gaze lingering on his flushed face for a few seconds before she shook her head and retreated back into the kitchen.
Su Mingfu breathed a sigh of relief.
What's wrong with me...?
He asked himself silently in his heart.
He had never felt this way before, from childhood to adulthood.
It was as if someone had lit a fire in his heart, making him restless and uneasy.
Xiaomei's face lingered in his mind.
Those eyes, glistening with moisture, with slightly upturned corners, and dimples that appear and disappear when she speaks.
The curve of her neck as she bent down to take the bowl of salt.
The fine lines at the corners of her mouth when she chuckled.
As she turned, the ripples of her blue dress spread out...
Every detail seemed to be etched into his mind, terrifyingly clear.
"Her name is Xiaomei..."
Su Mingfu muttered to himself.
He felt as if he had fallen in love at first sight.
"No, I have to do something..."
Su Mingfu said to himself.
But they didn't know what to do.
Go find her?
What reason could you give?
Should we deliver something else?
That's too deliberate.
Waiting for her to reappear in the courtyard?
Like an idiot.
"Third Uncle, play with me!"
Da Mao grabbed his trouser leg and shook him.
Su Mingfu looked down at his nephew's expectant eyes and suddenly had an idea.
He crouched down and whispered.
"Da Mao, can you do your third uncle a favor?"
Da Mao's eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously.
"Go to the next yard and see what that...that auntie is doing, then come back and tell your third uncle."
Su Mingfu regretted his words as soon as he finished speaking. What kind of nonsense was this?
Sending a five-year-old child to be a spy?
But Da Mao had already excitedly run towards the gate, his short legs moving very fast.
Su Mingfu wanted to call out to him, but swallowed the words back.
He stared nervously at the courtyard gate, both hoping that Da Mao would bring back news and afraid that his childish behavior would be discovered.
Less than two minutes later, Da Mao came running back, panting heavily.
"Third Uncle, that auntie is washing clothes! In a big wooden tub, she's scrubbing and scrubbing like this!!"
He exaggeratedly imitated the scrubbing motion.
The image of Xiaomei working by the wooden tub, her sleeves rolled up and revealing her fair arms, immediately flashed into Su Mingfu's mind.
His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
"She even talked to me!"
Da Mao proudly added.
"What did she say?"
Su Mingfu asked anxiously, then realized his lapse in composure and quickly coughed to cover it up.
Da Mao tilted his head and recalled.
"She said, 'Little friend, why are you all alone?' Then I told her I lived next door, and she laughed and patted my head."
Su Mingfu was envious; he really wanted to be patted on the head.
"Third Uncle, do you still want me to go see it?"
Da Mao asked eagerly.
Su Mingfu shook his head.
"No need, go have fun."
He couldn't continue like this, spying on his neighbors' lives like a pervert.
But...
He couldn't control his thoughts; Xiaomei's every smile and frown seemed to be branded into his mind, impossible to shake off.
He needs to talk to someone, he needs someone to tell him if this feeling is normal, he needs someone to give him advice...
But who should we turn to?
Father?
Just imagining that scene sent chills down Su Mingfu's spine.
Mother? She would definitely tell Father immediately.
Little sister Su Yuzhen? She'll only laugh at him.
"Big sister..."
Su Mingfu's eyes lit up.
Su Yufen has always doted on him the most, and she has a gentle personality, so perhaps she can understand him.
Most importantly, she wouldn't immediately run to tell her father.
After making up his mind, Su Mingfu took a deep breath and walked towards Su Yufen's room.
Just as they reached the door, it suddenly opened from the inside, and Su Yufen came out carrying a pile of clothes.
"Mingfu?"
Su Yufen looked at her younger brother standing at the door in surprise.
What are you doing here?
"I...I..."
Su Mingfu stammered, unable to speak, his eyes unsure where to look.
Su Yufen looked her younger brother up and down, then suddenly frowned.
Why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?
She freed one hand to touch Su Mingfu's forehead.
"N-No!"
Su Mingfu hurriedly took a step back.
"I just... I just wanted to talk to my older sister about something."
Su Yufen was skeptical, but stepped aside to let him into the house.
"Come in, I just need to alter Er Mao's clothes."
Su Mingfu felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly slipped into his room.
Su Yufen sat back down on the bed, picked up her needle and thread and continued working, asking without looking up.
"What's going on? Why are you being so secretive?"
Su Mingfu stood in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do with his hands and feet.
He glanced at the older woman who was sewing with her head down, and suddenly didn't know how to start the conversation.
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