"Why did you come back so late?"
As you entered carrying the snacks you'd bought, your mother, who was cuddling Little Qinniang on the sofa watching a horror movie, couldn't help but complain.
"I ran into an old man outside who was over a hundred years old, and we chatted for a bit."
"Oh?"
Your mother was well aware of your temperament. She raised her eyebrows and asked with a smile, "What did you talk about?"
Putting the things in your hands aside, you briefly mentioned what had happened outside. Listening to your story, your mother frowned slightly and said softly, "That's really quite a coincidence, I didn't expect you to fulfill the old man's wish after so many years."
You smiled, and looking around, you noticed that Zhao'er was not there. You couldn't help but ask, "Where's Zhao'er?"
"That girl said she was sleepy and went to bed just now."
Nodding, you tiptoed into your room.
