The cicadas' chirping in June seeped in through the half-open car window, and the molten gold sunlight cast dancing shadows on the soft brown seats.
He Qunfang held He Tiantian's little hand and got into the car to go back to her hometown.
at the same time.
Liu Feng and Yu Jingya also took the twins, Long'er and Feng'er, on the high-speed train to Kyoto to visit the children's maternal grandmother.
The train traversed the vast North China Plain, with fields and villages rushing past the window, and the rolling mountains on the horizon appearing faintly blue in the sunlight.
Long'er pressed her face against the window, her eyes wide, and excitedly pointed to the distant green mountains: "Daddy, are there immortals in those mountains?"
Liu Feng chuckled softly, reached out and ruffled Long'er's hair, his tone gentle: "Perhaps there are. The ancients often said, 'Dragons and tigers lurk in the deep mountains,' perhaps there really are reclusive masters living there."
Feng'er tilted her head, blinked her bright eyes, and innocently asked, "Will we meet immortals?"
Yu Jingya smiled gently and stroked Feng'er's hair tenderly: "Perhaps when you grow up, if fate allows, you will really be able to meet again."
Long'er seemed to remember something, blinked her big eyes, and said in a clear voice, "Auntie said that Daddy is a god."
Liu Feng chuckled, shook his head, and said mysteriously, "That's right, if you follow your father and cultivate diligently, you can also become immortals."
Yu Jingya leaned back in her chair, watching the scenery rushing past the window, and said softly, "When we go back this time, Mom and Dad will definitely grumble that we haven't visited them in so long."
Liu Feng smiled slightly and took her hand: "Then stay a few more days and spend some quality time with them."
As soon as the family got off the plane, a wave of heat hit them, carrying with it the unique atmosphere of the city.
Stepping out of the terminal, Yu Jingya easily hailed a taxi and headed towards her parents' courtyard house deep in the alley.
Along the way, Long'er and Feng'er, like two little sparrows just emerging from the mountains, perched on the car window, their eyes wide open, curiously gazing at this unfamiliar city.
The towering skyscrapers, the endless stream of cars, and the hurried pedestrians all amazed them.
When we arrived at a courtyard house, it was afternoon, and sunlight filtered through the dappled shadows of the trees, casting dappled light on the vermilion gate.
Mr. and Mrs. Yu were already waiting at the door. When they saw their daughter and her family arrive, their faces instantly lit up with bright smiles.
"Jingya!" Yu's mother stepped forward and hugged her daughter tightly.
"Dad, Mom, these are Long'er and Feng'er." Yu Jingya pulled the two children over.
"Hello, Grandpa and Grandma!" the twins greeted obediently.
When Mr. and Mrs. Yu saw their nephews, their affection was palpable. They felt that these two children were even more adorable than their eldest daughter's twins.
Mr. Yu squatted down and carefully examined his two grandsons, nodding repeatedly: "Good, good! They look exactly like Jingya when she was little, with a cleverness in their eyes."
"Come inside quickly, Grandma has prepared some snacks for you." Yu's mother's eyes were already red.
As I entered the courtyard, Yu Liang came out to greet me. He had already prepared a large sliced ​​watermelon, along with some snacks and treats, in the living room.
The moment the younger brother-in-law saw Liu Feng, he eagerly asked, "Second brother-in-law, did you bring me the Spirit-Feeding Pill?"
Liu Feng smiled and replied, "I brought it."
Then, Yu Liang happily took Long'er and Feng'er to see his pet parrots, cats, and dogs.
Mr. and Mrs. Yu originally lived here. After a year of leisurely life, they went back to their old business.
He operated a greenhouse fruit and vegetable planting base in the suburbs, and for the first two years, he was in a state of loss due to poor management.
Yu Jingya felt sorry for her aging parents and didn't want them to work too hard, so a few years ago she spent money to hire a group of professional agricultural workers, allowing her parents to become hands-off managers.
Now, the base is gradually getting on the right track, and it finally turned a profit last year, with its scale steadily expanding.
Yu Liang was also asked by her sister to quit her job and stay at home to help her parents with some chores. With the money her sister gave her, she began to live a leisurely life of walking the dog and playing with the birds.
The Liu family had a very busy week in Kyoto.
They strolled through the streets and alleys of Beijing with their two babies, experiencing the charm of this ancient capital.
On the first day, they went to the Palace Museum. Long'er and Feng'er were so excited that their faces turned red. They ran and played in the square in front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, stopping from time to time to look up at the tall palace.
Liu Feng held Yu Jingya's hand and strolled along the stone path, softly telling the children stories of history.
The next day, they arrived at the Badaling Great Wall.
As they climbed the winding city wall, Long'er and Feng'er, though their steps were still a little unsteady, were full of energy.
When we finally reached the beacon tower, we looked out into the distance and saw rolling mountains, with the Great Wall like a giant dragon coiled atop the peaks, stretching endlessly.
Feng'er clapped her hands excitedly: "Mom and Dad, look! It's so long!"
Yu Jingya gently wiped the sweat from her forehead and said with a smile, "This is a masterpiece of our ancestors, it has stood for thousands of years."
After a tiring stroll through famous historical sites, they would wander into the hutongs of Beijing. In the narrow hutongs, courtyard houses were scattered in an orderly fashion, and the aroma of neighboring meals filled the air.
Liu Feng and his family went into a traditional old Beijing snack shop and ordered local specialties such as fried noodles with soybean paste, fermented mung bean juice, and fried dough rings.
Long'er looked at the tempting-looking noodles with soybean paste in front of her and couldn't wait to pick up her chopsticks, but was startled by the smell of the fermented soybean juice: "Mom, what is this? It tastes weird."
Yu Jingya explained with a smile, "This is a specialty drink from Kyoto called douzhi. Give it a try, you might like it."
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