Mia and Jensen stayed at the Sutton Family’s ho for two days. The atmosphere there was great, sothing Jensen had always known, or they wouldn’t have raised soone like Mia.
So while staying at the Suttons’, he felt his whole being relax, and they treated him well, with warmth.
They talked with Jensen about many of Mia’s childhood stories—funny, embarrassing, joyous, and sad, all were shared.
From their words, Jensen felt as if he had witnessed Mia growing from a little girl step by step, experiencing her life.
At the sa ti, he understood that Mia’s parents did all this for her. Though he couldn’t promise anything, life has plenty of ti ahead, and things can be done slowly.
On this day, Mia and Jensen returned ho as the next phase of the recording was about to start. The program team needed to film so materials ahead of ti for the teaser.
Things like the situations before their departure, among other things.
After filming the materials, Mia opened her suitcase and rearranged things inside.
When Jensen ca in, he saw the young girl’s head almost buried in the suitcase, with her bottom up, shoving things in.
"What are you packing?"
Mia turned her head, looked at him, and shook the things in her hands: "Sneaking in a little bit of money."
Then she continued her task, saying as she packed, "Our score for the tacit understanding questions was low. The program team will definitely play tricks on us. Though I don’t know what they’ll do, it’s never wrong to bring money."
She muttered while packing the money, occasionally glancing to see where it might not be easily found.
Even though she hadn’t participated in this type of program, we’ve watched them, right? If you haven’t eaten pork, how could you have seen pigs run?
It’s about counteracting the tricks.
Hearing this, Jensen walked over, slightly squinting his eyes, watching her actions, pausing a bit, and asked slowly with so curiosity, "Where did you get so much change?"
It was really small denomination stuff, five, ten, twenty, fifty, with the largest denomination being fifty.
Mia: "From the leftover after I packed the red envelope for you last ti."
She packed all the whole bills into the red envelopes. The remaining coins had been left aside, as she usually used her phone for paynts, so the paper money remained.
"Such large amounts wouldn’t be useful on the show."
She’s savvy; this is all from watching so many variety shows.
"I’m smart, right?" The young girl finished packing and looked up with her eyes curved at Jensen.
Like a kitten that had done sothing great and was looking up for praise.
Jensen reached out to rub her silky hair: "Yes, very smart."
"Of course I am," Mia said proudly.
...
In the evening, Mia was in the living room reading her book, while Jensen was in the study flipping through drawers.
He was looking for the agreent he’d seen once before and put away thoughtlessly, sowhat forgetting where it was.
He opened several drawers.
Finally, in the bottom of the farthest cabinet, he found the agreent.
Jensen’s eyes softened as he reached out to take it.
The date on it was still clear—three years.
Originally, in three years, Mia could have vanished from his world, but now he was a bit greedy; three years felt too short, thirty years wasn’t enough. He wanted Mia in his future days.
Every year, every month, every day, he wanted her to be there.
The agreent was originally intended just for them to keep their promises, and it held no legal effect. Since neither of them stuck to it now, it held no value to exist.
He read the agreent from start to finish, as if it was just yesterday. Yet the little monts from the past two years vividly surfaced.
The young girl was so vibrant that she had brought life to his previously stagnant existence.
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