When Jing Yuan and Xiuling saw Gu Tao again, it was already two months later.
When they encountered him, he was sitting at a table doing embroidery. The weather had already turned autumnal, with Gu Tao wearing an apron around his neck and donning blue long johns on his feet, focusing intently on his needlework so much so that he didn't even notice the Xiuling couple had walked in.
"What are you embroidering there?" Xiuling leaned over to look at his meticulous needlework.
"Are you blind?" Gu Tao didn't even lift his head, "It's a battle of peonies, what are you here for?"
"Hey, don't you feel a twinge of conscience when you say that? We're so busy outside that we average less than three hours of sleep each day, and here you are, playing Dongfang Bubai, and you're still asking us what we're here for?" Jing Yuan was indignant, hands pressing down on Gu Tao's head, "You get back to work now!"
