So to avoid trouble, he always gave evasive answers when He Xiaomei asked for his address.
One minute he says the company-provided dormitory needs to be moved frequently, and the next he says he's often away filming and rarely comes back to Beijing, sometimes staying in hotels when he does.
After asking twice, He Xiaomei wisely stopped pressing the matter. But yesterday evening, she called him from downstairs.
Everyone knows his current situation; he must be staying home and unable to go out. Surprisingly, he wasn't home yesterday. Bored out of his mind, he had his assistant drive him for a drive in the suburbs.
Even if you can't get off the bus, looking at the mountain scenery and breathing in the crisp mountain air from the bus feels much more comfortable than being cooped up indoors.
In recent years, Beijing has banned fireworks in its urban areas during the Spring Festival. However, when they drove into the mountains, some villagers with nothing better to do set off small firecrackers.
The cold air was occasionally filled with the sulfurous smell of burning gunpowder, which gave it a bit of a New Year's atmosphere.
The two didn't return to their residence until it was almost dark. On the way, Wei Changfeng received a call from He Xiaomei.
Ugh, I should have just told her the address and let her drop off her things before leaving, and said I was out and couldn't get back.
But Wei Changfeng was almost at the residential area, so he told her the truth and advised her not to go up, because if someone took a picture and posted it online, both of them would be in trouble.
He Xiaomei refused, saying that she had specially prepared the soup for a long time and brought it over.
Wei Changfeng asked her where she was, and she said she was standing obediently at the entrance of the building.
"It's too conspicuous on the ground," Wei Changfeng thought, so he told her to wait in Area C on the second basement level, and that he would be at the community in about fifteen minutes.
The assistant quickly drove to the garage, but the two did not see He Xiaomei for a moment.
He Xiaomei spotted them first as Wei Changfeng slowly got out of the car, fiddling with his cane.
She came running over happily like a little bird, carrying a heavy red cast-iron soup pot in her arms.
When Wei Changfeng saw this, his heart softened. This silly girl, why is she doing this to herself?
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