In the morning light of the first day of the first lunar month, the plane trees in the French Concession were covered with red fragments from last night's firecrackers. Xie Yun's shiny black car ran over the ground full of red fragments.
Seeing this, the rickshaw drivers in gray cloth gowns pulled their rickshaws to the side of the road, and some of them even looked at this rare imported car with curiosity.
In front of Zheng’s mansion, the pair of majestic stone lions are covered in brand new red silk, looking particularly festive in the winter sun.
The concierge saw the familiar car coming from afar and hurriedly trotted forward to greet it, with a smile in the wrinkles of his eyes: "Young Marshal, Miss! The master and his wife asked the kitchen to prepare your favorite osmanthus cake early in the morning."
Zheng Wanqing got out of the car with Xie Yun's hand. As soon as her shoes stepped on the bluestone slabs, a few pieces of red paper scraps were kicked up.
She looked at the familiar pair of stone lions in front of the door, and her heart suddenly warmed. She hadn't been home for a while, and now even the faded old lantern under the eaves seemed familiar.
"I heard last time that father had a headache. Is he feeling better recently?" She asked the doorman softly, her voice revealing undisguised concern.
"Much better!" The concierge smiled and led the way, saying, "Young Master is here, please rest assured, young lady."
In the flower hall, Zheng Shaoqi was leaning on the armchair reading a newspaper.
Hearing footsteps, he put down the newspaper and stood up, the hem of his dark blue silk gown not moving at all: "Young Marshal is busy with military affairs, it's hard for you to still care about us old couple."
"Father." Zheng Wanqing was about to say hello when Ye Qiulan hugged her into his arms. Ye Qiulan had specially combed her hair into a fashionable bun today, and the kingfisher feathers in her hair trembled with her movements: "You're finally back." Before he finished speaking, his eyes turned red, and his fingers unconsciously stroked his daughter's hair.
"What did I say?" Zheng Yuheng came out from the west wing, dressed in western trousers and a camel-back vest, looking particularly stylish. "The young marshal will definitely accompany his sister back home." He smiled and patted Xie Yun's shoulder. The familiarity between the two was obvious.
Zheng Shaoqi looked at Xie Yun and suddenly said seriously: "I heard from Yuheng that they are doing well in the southern suburbs thanks to the young commander for taking care of them." He glanced at his children sternly.
That look made Zheng Wanqing lower her head guiltily, while Zheng Yuheng beside her touched his nose awkwardly, his eyes drifting out the window.
Xie Yun took half a step forward and said sincerely: "If it weren't for your brother and the medical team working day and night, the casualties in the southern suburbs would have at least doubled." He looked calmly at his father-in-law, his posture as straight as a pine tree.
"They..." Zheng Shaoqi sighed and shook his head, "They kept running to the epidemic area one by one. Neither of them is worry-free."
Ye Qiulan handed over a cup of ginseng tea at the right time, and said gently, "Master, it's New Year's Day, I just hope the children come back safely."
She winked at her daughter, and Zheng Wanqing understood and immediately took the teacup and presented it to her father personally.
Zheng Yuheng also came over to pour tea for Xie Yun: "Young Marshal, try this. This is the new Zhengshan Xiaozhong tea from Wuyi Mountain. I specially kept it for you to drink when you come back." The tea soup was bright orange-red, with circles of golden edges in the teacup.
Xie Yun took it with both hands, sniffed the tea first, then took a sip and praised: "The pine smoke aroma is mellow, and the longan soup is obvious. It is indeed a top-notch Jin Jun Mei."
He looked up at his wife Zheng Yuheng, and they smiled at each other, and the previous awkwardness instantly disappeared.
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