This was a door he had knocked on countless tis.
The second day of the Chinese New Year.
Chongqing, Jiulongpo.
A standalone courtyard by the street.
Fang Huai and Chen Shuang had been classmates for 12 years, from elentary to high school. Their friendship hadn’t started out strong, but it grew from mutual attraction as fellow academically struggling students and a shared ideal of skipping classes to go online, becoming like brothers in adversity.
They were not only conjugate fathers and sons but also seen by each other’s parents as their child’s bad influences.
However, it was because of the trust in his and Chen Shuang’s ramshackle friendship that Uncle Chen approved Yang Shaoqing’s last visit to play with him.
He betrayed that trust.
This door, hard to enter.
Today was still going solo.
My parents usually yell like crazy, but when it cos to this, they chicken out.
Last night, when they got ho, they discussed back and forth, even asking several married coworkers and friends. As a result of this discussion, originally planning to co together, the couple changed their minds.
They said for the first visit, they shouldn’t be so pushy and let the other family first build a good impression of their child before easing into the marriage talk. So, they handed over all the things they had prepared to him, making him scout out like Timo and told him to perform well.
Fang Huai seriously suspected that they had planned this all along, luring him back ho first and then sending him to visit alone.
Looking at the doorbell on the front yard gatepost, Fang Huai was nowhere near as smooth as when he used to call Chen Shuang out to ss around during their school days.
In the past, there was a class difference between the two families.
Back when he was younger, visiting Chen Shuang, he only thought that the courtyard at the entrance was too small; he couldn’t even play basketball freely, and now, seeing this three-story residential building in the bustling district of the city, it showcased the economic strength of a family bringing up a son and a daughter in comfort.
F*cking Chen Shuang would eat pig’s trotters and twisted dough sticks when they went online together, while he could only afford instant noodles, not even intestines!
The key was, the f*cking guy even told Brother Yang that he liked to eat twisted dough sticks, tricking him into buying portions for two!
Thinking of this, Fang Huai beca more and more indignantly determined and pressed the doorbell without hesitation.
In his life, he learned one thing: When faced with a problem, take the first step, then think of a plan!
The doorbell initiated a stretch of soothing music.
After pressing it, he continued to feel tangled.
It took only a few seconds.
"Coming!" The sound was pleasant and sowhat cheerful.
The inside door opened, and there was Yang Shaoqing in a white long dress and bouncing out in pink bunny-eared slippers.
"Turtle!"
The door opened, and Brother Yang gave him a careless hug as usual.
"I have things in my hands!"
Fang Huai, with his hands full of large and small bags, hung them down helplessly, but inside he felt extrely refreshed.
Couples who haven’t seen each other for a long ti can easily feel estranged and unfamiliar, like looking at a Chinese character and suddenly not recognizing it.
Then, a thought pops up: Why am I here? Why am I with her?
The atmosphere between the two could beco awkward.
Maybe as a reborn individual, Fang Huai overthought things, but he rembered feeling similarly confused in his past life, so he discussed this issue with Brother Yang.
Yang Shaoqing simply asked him, "Do you have it?"
Fang Huai laughed and said, "Sotis I do, and if I don’t think about it, I’m fine, but the more I think, the stronger it gets. However, I just feel too happy to be real."
Brother Yang said no more.
But since then, every ti Brother Yang saw him, the first thing he did was to hug.
That enthusiasm made him feel at ease.
Aside from the secrets about rebirth, the System, and those confidential matters, Fang Huai and Yang Shaoqing could talk about almost anything, including the most subtle of emotions, which Yang Shaoqing always rembered.
The satisfaction brought about by such tacit understanding transcends superficiality. No matter where you go, there’s soone in the world who understands you. The thoughts you once had in your heart that even you may have forgotten, she still rembers—that sotis feels wonderful.
Of course, this doesn’t include bringing up past grievances or keeping a grudge book.
But Brother Yang knew he was busy and rarely threw temper tantrums at him.
So, he was willing to talk to Brother Yang about anything, even willing to indulge in gossip to satisfy her innate curiosity as a girl.
This old man in his thirties inside didn’t just satisfy himself with appearances, and in terms of the soul, Yang Shaoqing had a complete grasp on him.
He, of course, was equally diligent, so from the slight pause after Yang Shaoqing hugged him and didn’t imdiately pull him into the house happily, he sensed sothing.
"Do you have guests at ho?"
Yang Shaoqing furrowed her delicate nose and pursed her lips, "Hmm...A particularly boastful relative ca to visit this morning for the New Year, they’ve been sitting for two hours and still haven’t left!"
She then looked at Fang Huai and explained:
"I told my parents you were coming! But Aunt Zhang said you’d co by yourself, and I was worried you might get held up, so I didn’t tell my parents the exact ti in advance... otherwise, I would’ve had them tell those relatives not to co!"
That relative... they found soone to take us to see my brother last ti, and ever since then, they keep coming to our place. My mom got them so tea leaves as a thank-you, which they didn’t accept, and they just keep coming over chatting about this and that. I’ve seen them three tis already since I ca back for the holidays, it’s so annoying!"
Brother Yang was far from a ek flower. It was only in front of Fang Huai that she didn’t really show her thorns.
Fang Huai’s heart twitched.
His focus was on the phrase, "Aunt Zhang said you’d co on your own."
It was clear, my parents hadn’t planned to accompany from the start!
Yet, he maintained a smile that said, "Don’t worry, I can handle anything," and said:
"It’s fine. I’m already here, so I can’t just stand at the door, can I? Don’t worry, I’ve been to your place before. I’ll just find a spot to sit by myself later, raid the fridge for sothing to eat, or if not, I’ll just go play on the computer in Chen Shuang’s room. I’ll be very comfortable!"
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