Returning home, Ma Changying had already cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks. Seeing Musheng return, although her expression was indifferent, a mother's intuition allowed her to sense that Musheng was not in a good mood. In a soft voice, she asked, "Has Brother Si Lian left?"
Musheng nodded. Ma Changying came over to comfort her, "In a few days, when you go back, you'll see him again. If you miss him this much now, what will you do later?"
She didn't know how complicated things were, assuming Musheng just missed Si Lian. Musheng sighed in her heart and gave a resigned smile, "I know, Mom."
Ma Changying patted her shoulder, turned on the new big-screen TV, and began to figure it out. At that moment, Ma Nanji opened the door and, like a thief, gestured for Musheng to come in with a crooked finger: "Sis, come in for a sec."
Musheng looked up at him, then stood up and entered his room to ask, "What's wrong?"
