When we left Jinling, the sky cleared up and the winter sunshine brought a rare warmth.
The car did not drive to the airport, but turned onto the highway leading to Hangzhou.
Hangzhou City, the small building that carries Lin Feng’s earliest memories.
The vehicle slowly drove downstairs.
Lin Feng gently woke up the passenger seat.
"Has Fengfeng arrived?" Mengqing asked in a hoarse voice.
Lin Feng nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go park the car."
Meng Qing unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the passenger seat, while Lin Feng went to park the car.
Lin Feng came over and saw Meng Qing standing downstairs in a daze.
Meng Qing heard footsteps behind her and looked back and said, "Here they come."
That glance seemed to travel through the passage of time.
"Are you cold?" Lin Feng asked the question that he had not asked at first.
Meng Qing looked at Lin Feng with smiling eyes and said: "Are you asking about me now, or me back then?"
Lin Feng smiled but said nothing, because he had both.
"I remember I was squatting here." Meng Qing pointed to the steps on the side of the road.
"It's here." Lin Feng led Meng Qing to this location.
The two of them sat down naturally.
"You remember it so clearly." Meng Qing joked.
"Of course, I thought you were a ghost at that time." Lin Feng said as he put the scarf around Meng Qing's neck.
"Even if I'm a ghost, I won't harm you." Meng Qing smiled and stared at Lin Feng's neck.
"It's okay, just let her be harmed. It's because our Mengqing is so cute." Lin Feng said gently.
At this time, it started snowing again. Meng Qing stretched out her hand and the snowflakes spread on her palm.
"Okay, let's go in first, or you might catch a cold." Lin Feng stood up and helped Meng Qing up.
Mu Mu was playing in the snow in the distance.
Meng Qing shouted: "Mu Mu, let's go home."
Mu Mu heard the sound and ran over happily with his short legs.
Lin Feng arrived at the door of his house, took out the key that had not been used for a long time, inserted it into the keyhole, and turned it gently.
With a soft "click", the door opened.
A scent mixed with old wooden furniture, a hint of dust and sunshine hits you in the face. It is the unique, soothing smell of "home".
The furnishings in the house remain the same, as if time has stopped here.
The sunlight shines through the clean glass windows, casting bright spots on the floor.
Tiny dust particles danced in the beam of light.
"I'm back." Lin Feng said softly, as if he was talking in the room, or as if he was talking to Meng Qing beside him.
Meng Qing looked around, with a curious and warm smile on her face: "Well, I'm home."
The following days are a true return home.
Like two busy and contented birds, they began to carefully take care of this small world that belonged to them.
Lin Feng also bought some bamboo sticks online.
Meng Qing stood in the living room and asked curiously: "Husband, what are you doing?"
"I'll make a cradle for you and put it on the balcony so you can bask in the sun at noon." Lin Feng replied while watching the video.
Meng Qing walked over and hugged Lin Feng from behind. She pressed on Lin Feng and said, "I don't dare to sit. What if I fall down?"
Lin Feng turned his head and said, "How is that possible? You don't trust my skills, right?"
"I believe you." Meng Qing gently kissed Lin Feng on the lips.
She stood up and said, "I'll go cook for you."
Lin Feng nodded, and then began to learn by referring to the video.
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On sunny afternoons, Lin Feng would move out the rattan chair and place it on the balcony.
Meng Qing was holding a thick book on plants, snuggling beside him and pointing at the pages.
Planning with great enthusiasm:
"Should we plant some roses here in the spring? They'll look beautiful all over the wall... We can build a small flower stand in the corner of the balcony and plant some blueberries or strawberries..."
Lin Feng listened with a smile, nodding occasionally. Holding the tools in his hands, he carefully trimmed the dead branches of the flowers and trees that had overwintered in the pots. His movements were clumsy but serious.
Mu Mu rolled around in the sun at their feet, chasing his furry tail.
The smell of smoke wafted through the kitchen again.
Meng Qing tied an apron on and studied the new recipe that Lin Feng told her.
Lin Feng became the most loyal "kitchen helper" and "food taster", and was often ordered around - "Salt! Pass the salt!"
"Turn down the heat a little!"
"Try this soup, is it tasty enough?" - Laughter continued in the chaos.
Occasional mistakes, such as burnt pot bottom and overly salty soup, have become sweet interludes.
The study was thoroughly cleaned, covered with thick carpet, and furnished with a comfortable lazy sofa and a small wooden desk.
This place became their "secret base". Lin Feng would deal with some of Shen Yunche's "harassment" emails here.
Mengqing likes to curl up on the sofa with a cup of hot tea and read a book, or organize the massive photos and videos taken from their travels around the world in front of her laptop.
The sun shines through the skylight, and the air is filled with the scent of ink from book pages and the warm aroma of black tea.
Sometimes when Lin Feng looked up, he could see Meng Qing's focused profile, with the sunlight dancing on her long eyelashes;
Sometimes when Meng Qing raised her eyes, she happened to meet Lin Feng's gaze. They smiled at each other without saying a word.
At night, the two of them often snuggled up on the old fabric sofa in the living room, covered with the same thick blanket that smelled of sunshine.
There might be an old movie playing on TV, with the volume turned down low, and the light and shadow flickered on the two people's faces.
Most of the time, they just snuggled together, Meng Qing's head resting on Lin Feng's shoulder, and Lin Feng's hand gently stroking her long hair from time to time.
Outside the window was the cool air of Hangzhou on a winter night, with the occasional sound of distant car horns.
Inside the room, the warm yellow floor lamp emitted a soft glow. Mu Mu curled up in the cat bed beside their legs, sleeping like a ball of fur, making a subtle and steady snoring sound.
They talked about interesting things during the trip, the warmth of the old house in Jinling, and planned for the future.
Talk about what flowers to plant in spring, what to eat tomorrow morning...
The topic was trivial and ordinary, the voice was soft, there was no grandeur, only the long-lasting peace and satisfaction.
In this small building in Hangzhou, time seems to be cast under a spell, flowing exceptionally slowly and gently.
The world is big and they have seen it; the storms are fierce and they have weathered them.
And at this moment, this small world, this warm light, and this embrace of body temperature are where the heart desires and where the soul belongs.
All the thrills finally settle into the warm and quiet time of two people together in this room. This is the best way home and the most peaceful life.
Although there are occasional quarrels, they are just the spice of life.
Bring a touch of happiness to this ordinary life.
Meng Qing looked at Mu Mu's growing body and thought about a very cruel question.
Do you want to be sterilized?
Lin Feng looked at Mu Mu with pity.
Mu Mu was still playing in the living room, not noticing the complicated looks from the two men.
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