Hearing the sound of the door creaking open, she didn't need to raise her eyes to know that someone was back.

These familiar footsteps, no matter the rhythm or the force with which they hit the ground, she knows them all too well.

"Qing'er, haven't you slept yet?"

Luo Fengtang's voice immediately came over, and he arrived at the bedroom.

Yang Ruqing put down the notes in her hand, looked up at him and smiled, "I'm a night owl, so I wouldn't sleep that early. Besides, it's New Year's Eve tonight, and I have to stay up all night."

Luofeng Tang smiled and nodded. He turned to look at the two sleeping little guys by the small bed, then turned back to sit beside Yang Ruqing.

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"Uncle Four and Second Brother are playing cards, Elder Brother Yongxian and they went back to the old house. I saw Daan also returned to his room to read, so I came back first."

"When it's midnight, after I open the door, if you're not sleepy yet, let's go to my father-in-law's place to eat dumplings together for New Year's Eve, what do you say?" he asked.

Yang Ruqing nodded happily, "Sure, speaking of dumplings, I remember the fragrant and spicy beef filling dumplings my mother used to make in our kitchen back home,"

"Wow, suddenly I feel a little hungry. What to do?" she patted her stomach and asked.

Luo Fengtang smiled: “If you’re hungry, have some snacks first to pad your stomach. I’ll go get you some rice cakes.”

“Oh, no rice cakes please, I’m afraid if I eat too many rice cakes I won’t be able to eat dumplings later.” she said.

“Then eat some red dates, they’ll keep you full without taking up much room in your stomach.” he said.

“Alright, alright, take more, let’s eat together.” she said.

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Soon, the dates were brought over. One by one, they were carefully selected, large red dates, round and cute.

Yang Ruqing savored every bite, her eyes gleaming with delight.

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"Hey, aren't you hungry? Eat!" she said.

Lu Fengtang shook his head, "Watching you eat is more enjoyable than eating myself."

“Huh? Why?” Yang Ruoheng asked vaguely, a few neatly arranged date pits beside her.

Luo Fengtang raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Because I like watching my little Sunshine eat." he said.

He grabbed a few dates in his hand, then took out a toothpick from a small bamboo tube on the table and used one.

While shelling dates, he said to her, "People who are good-looking find everything attractive. I like looking at them."

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This flattery...

Yang Ruqing was very pleased and immediately beamed with a smile.

"You little flatterer, you sure know how to butter me up, haha." She laughed.

“It’s not flattery, it’s the truth.” Luo Fengtang said.

He put the handful of red dates in his hand in front of her, "Come, eat these too."

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Yang Ruoqing looked down and saw, oh my god, this handful of dates had all been pitted by him.

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He looked down at several date pits scattered before him, each one exceptionally smooth, not a trace of date flesh to be found.

"Wow, that's amazing technique!" she exclaimed.

Luo Fengtang smiled modestly, "Eat, eat more."

"Well!"

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Yang Ruqing nodded and then started eating the seedless jujubes.

“Tang Ya Zi, aren't you afraid that if I eat so hard, I'll become a big fat woman, just like when you first met me, round and round like a ball? Aren't you afraid?” she asked.

Luo Fengtang was startled for a moment, then smiled and shook her head.

"What's there to be afraid of? As you said, when I first met you, you were just a ball." he said.

"You know, the way you were holding and munching on those steamed buns back then was so cute! Hehehe..."

As he spoke, a thoughtful expression appeared on his face...

Yang Ruqing was anxious, willing to relive the past, but she couldn't bear to look back.

"Don't think back, you are only allowed to remember me now, the thin and beautiful me. Don't even think about that ball of flesh!" she said domineeringly.

Luo Fengtang cast his gaze back on her, a doting smile playing on his lips.

No matter what kind of person you are, you're still my Qing'er, my daughter's mother.

“I like it!” he said.

At this point, he seemed a little embarrassed himself, lowering his head. His handsome face flushed slightly in the light.

Yang Ruqing was also a little embarrassed by these sweet words.

He buried his head and struggled with a handful of seedless, large red dates in front of him. They were clearly red dates, but why did they taste like honey dates when he ate them?

This must be what love tastes like, right?

Hee hee!

While Yang Ruohong was savoring the sweetness of love with her date, on the other side of the wall, Xiaohua felt a bitter taste in her heart.

In the backyard, far from the commotion of the front yard, the sound of firecrackers gradually subsided.

Although the atmosphere of excitement on New Year's Eve is still thick, this house is surprisingly quiet.

A candle burned on the desk, illuminating that side of it quite brightly.

Da An sat at his desk, one hand holding a book and the other holding a pen.

Watching and drawing circles with full concentration, she seemed to have completely entered another world, a world of knowledge in the vast ocean.

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Beside the bed, Xiaohua was tidying up the bedding.

Because it's Chinese New Year, and because Big An is back, I'm inexplicably in a good mood.

But at that moment, when she lifted up Da An's pillow, she saw at once the silk flower pressed beneath it.

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...the silk flowers that Big Brother Da'an brought back from the county...

Xiaohua's brow involuntarily furrowed, she couldn't help reaching out to touch the flower. As soon as her fingertip touched it, it was like an electric shock and she quickly retracted her hand.

It's so hot and prickly.

Oh, it's so piercing, so heartbreaking!

Xiaohua pressed the pillow back down, covering the silk flower.

She averted her gaze, unwilling to look any longer. Her heart felt like she had drunk a vat of sour pickled cabbage water – sour, bitter, salty, all at once.

“Brother Dān'ān, the bed is made. You can go to sleep whenever you feel tired. I’ll go back to my room first.”

Xiaohua whispered to the desk, "

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Da An shifted his gaze from the book to the little flower over here.

“Are you tired?” he asked, a hint of surprise in his eyes as he inquired.

No matter how late he read, she would always stay with him.

It took several reminders for him to urge her back to her room to rest.

On this New Year's Eve, everyone is staying up all night to celebrate the year. Why did she suddenly want to leave?

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This early departure left him a little unaccustomed to it.

"If you're tired, why don't you go back to your room and rest first." Daan added immediately.

This girl is really working hard, busy from morning till night, never stopping.

It's good to rest early, but why, when she actually walks towards the door, does his heart feel so empty?

Although my gaze had returned to the scroll in my hand, my mind was a jumbled mess. Countless tiny characters danced before my eyes, but I couldn't make heads or tails of them.

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