Hanging the curtains in the east room of the main house went much faster. Although no outsiders were around, Xu Changqing was still concerned about how bright the glass windows made the room.
Pulling the curtains closed made her feel secure. In this room, now furnished with pieces from Shen Weimin's old bedroom, she could finally take things out of Changqing Garden without fear.
After rushing to finish just before sunset, Xu Changqing quickly tied the gifts for the elders in town to the back of her bicycle.
Shen Weimin, who had no choice but to lend a hand, realized his old roadster had been turned into a cargo bike. It was a good thing bicycles were so well-made these days, or it would have been wrecked long ago.
"You're really not taking me back to town?"
"It'd be too much trouble for you to bring me back again."
"We can call Dad."
"I'll be back in a few days anyway."
