"Are there enough people to help you build a pigsty?" Father Lu asked.
"It's enough." Li Chenmo said with a smile.
Both Li Chenmo and Father Li have quiet personalities. After a short conversation, both of them fell silent. Although no one spoke, the atmosphere was warm and not awkward. Not long after, Lu Jueyu entered the living room and said, "Father, we still have things to do, so we will take our leave first. We will visit you again in a few days."
"Mhmm. Walk slowly." Father Lu nodded.
When Li Chenmo and Lu Jueyu left Lu's house, the sun had already started to set. Looking at the sun, it is already past four o'clock in the afternoon. It is a rare good day in winter to see the clear sky. As they walked by the river, an image flashed through her mind. This is the memory of her body.
