The next morning, just as Wen Xiuqing started making porridge, she prepared to go to the vegetable garden to pick a couple of aging cucumbers for a cold salad.
Just then, hearing a loud "bang" at the gate, Lu Aiguo rushed in hurriedly.
"Mom. Where are Fang Jing and Yueyue?" Lu Aiguo looked at Wen Xiuqing standing in the courtyard and hurriedly asked.
"In the new room on the west side." Wen Xiuqing replied somewhat dazedly, pointing to the western room. Since Bai Mingzhu had been busy preparing for her sister Cheng Qijia's wedding and had moved into the apartment with Bai Xiaolan, Fang Jing and Yueyue had moved into her former room.
Without another word, Lu Aiguo threw his luggage onto the kang* of the grapevine trellis and dashed towards the western house.
Fang Jing, who was braiding Yueyue's hair by the kang, was taken aback by Lu Aiguo's sudden entry. Before she had time to respond, he held her tightly in his arms.
