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The two of them arrived at a higher ground, one in front of the other, surrounded by lush green grass, with colorful wooden steps laid out in between. As they walked up the steps, they came upon a small villa with pink walls and a gray roof. The villa had two stories, each featuring large floor-to-ceiling windows. The second floor even had a balcony filled with vibrant flowers.
"Let’s go inside and take a look!"
Yu Suihuan took the key and unlocked the door. The entire house, from its layout to its decor, resonated perfectly with Yu Suihuan's tastes. Ascending the spiral staircase led them to the bedroom. Pushing open the door revealed a large, soft bed.
On the bedside table lay a painting and an envelope. Yu Suihuan walked over, picked up the frame, and felt a sudden rush of emotion; tears began to flow uncontrollably. This was the painting from their childhood—where had that guy found it?
With blurry vision, Yu Suihuan reached for the envelope and opened it.
Ding ding ding!
"Xiao Yu, even though you've changed your name, I still want to call you Xiao Yu because in our world, nothing has changed. Our friendship remains steadfast and unaltered through all these years!
Do you remember this painting? Yes, it's the very one we created together as children—no doubt about it.
Do you recall our dreams? Living in a fairy-tale town, enjoying carefree lives without ever parting ways!
Though we've both experienced so much over the years and seen the darker sides of this world, perhaps it's divine providence that has granted you such a wonderful space and allowed me to be part of it.
We are truly lucky—luckier than many others in this world!
Finally, we can fulfill our childhood dreams here.
I know you have feelings for Yang Qinghe; I support whatever decision you make. No matter what the future holds, I hope we will always be together as lifelong friends!
Wait, that's not enough—forever isn't long enough! We need to be together for eternity!
Love you always, Xiao Jie! (I love you more than Xiu Er!)"
Yu Suihuan, who had been teary-eyed, was finally amused by Bai Jie’s last remark. It felt wonderful to have a good friend by her side, providing her with a sense of security.
It was New Year’s Eve, and as expected, everyone was up early. They quickly changed into their clothes, determined not to let the day be spoiled—no scolding the children, no crying!
The Little Old Lady busily brought dishes to the dining table while reminding everyone, “After we finish eating, your father and mother will go stoke the fire for the dumplings. You kids need to stick the window decorations and couplets! Zhao Lian Zhi, bring in that fish and let it rest.”
“Okay!”
With two elders around, Yu Yu Mu had no choice but to comply.
“Grandma, your hands are so skillful! Look at how lifelike these window decorations are; they almost seem alive!”
Mother Yu held the decorations lovingly, admiring them more with each glance, reluctant to even put them on the window.
“Well, if you like them so much, I’ll cut some more for you to take home when you leave!”
“Oh, that would be wonderful!”
Mother Yu couldn’t stop smiling; these decorations were exquisite and beautiful enough to be given as gifts during the festive season.
After breakfast, Yu Suihuan gathered Wang Heng, Wang Yan, and Xiao He to start putting up the window decorations. Yu Qingsong and Yu Songbai, being taller, were assigned to hang the couplets.
Not only did they need to put couplets on the main door but also on every room door. This time, Yu Bei proved to be quite useful; with a swift stroke of his brush, he wrote beautifully.
“Dad, which one is the upper couplet and which one is the lower?”
Yu Songbai picked up a pair of couplets just written by Yu Bei and stared at them for a long time without understanding.
Being such a grown person and still not knowing…
Suddenly remembering what the Old Lady had said about not scolding children on New Year’s Eve, Yu Bei quickly adjusted his tone and attitude.
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