All those sleepless nights, the injuries he suffered, and the trials and tribulations he would face in the future—weren't they all for the sake of preserving this moment? This ordinary, everyday scene is, for him, the highest pursuit of his life.
If... if he could hold on until the day everything settled down, he really wanted to take Xu Zhuohua to a quiet little courtyard, plant her favorite flowers in the courtyard, watch the sunrise together every morning, cook together in the evening, and live such an ordinary life.
If one or two more adorable children were added to their lives, playing and laughing around their knees, then this life could truly be called without regrets.
Xu Zhuohua picked up a piece of green vegetable with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth. Suddenly she exclaimed, "The chefs in Xinhai City are really good at cooking. The dishes they make are so delicious. Back in Nanhu, there weren't any famous dishes that I could name. I didn't eat much good food."
Cheng Muyun was busy adding a piece of sweet and sour pork rib to her bowl when he heard her say that. He looked up at her with a serious expectation in his eyes: "Then from now on, I'll let you eat this kind of food every day, okay?"
Xu Zhuohua was amused by his words. Her smile was like a gentle spring breeze rippling across a calm river, with a hint of playfulness hidden in her gentleness: "No way! If I eat this every day, I'll get as fat as a ball. Then I won't be able to dance anymore."
Cheng Muyun smiled, his gaze falling on her face, full of tenderness: "You look beautiful no matter what."
Upon hearing this, Xu Zhuohua proudly raised her chin, like a little animal whose fur had been stroked, and nodded proudly: "That's right."
The two looked at each other and couldn't help but burst into laughter. Their laughter echoed crisply against the windowpane and gently settled into each other's hearts.
After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Cheng Muyun took Xu Zhuohua's hand and went up to the rooftop of the station building.
Xu Zhuohua lazily lay down in a rattan rocking chair, swinging her toes, while Cheng Muyun sat on a small stool next to her, holding a palm-leaf fan and slowly fanning her to drive away the mosquitoes in the night.
Xu Zhuohua looked up at the densely packed stars in the sky. The stars were so bright that they looked like a handful of diamonds had been scattered, and even the outline of the Milky Way was faintly visible.
She sighed softly, her voice full of contentment: "The air is so fresh now, the stars are so clear."
Cheng Muyun followed her gaze to the night sky, fanning himself with the palm-leaf fan in his hand even more gently, feeling that time should slow down, even more slowly.
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