In the evening, he had dinner at home for a while. The family of three sat together, closing the door to have a heartfelt conversation.
"What do we do now." Li Hongmei was worried, "Inside and outside, everyone is familiar."
"Mom, there are no familiar faces around the new house."
Li Hongmei: "...."
"Xiao Nian."
Old Jiang frowned, "Do you have any plans for the future? It's understandable to be reckless when you're young."
"Well..." Jiang Nian rubbed his chin.
Then, he looked up and said.
"Honestly, I don't have any ideas. Even if I did, I couldn't say. Some things lose their magic once spoken."
The elders: "...."
Since they couldn't get an answer, Old Jiang and his wife stopped asking. Asking further might drive them crazy.
Late at night.
In the bedroom, Li Hongmei tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Thinking about the days to come, her heart couldn't help but feel a bit bitter.
"Sigh."
