By the time Li Hongjun left home in the afternoon, it was already late. He glanced at his watch, straightened his expression, his mouth corners pressed downwards, returning to an expressionless face, and then with his arms braced, he jogged off to work.
Shen Yunfang, hearing the door close from inside the house, knew that Li Hongjun had gone, and then turned to pull her son into her arms. She thought contentedly to herself, "This is life, the life of ordinary people. Every day, when there's time, the two of us discuss the household necessities, negotiating everything we do, and when there's nothing else, there is someone to banter with. Perhaps others would find such a mundane life dull, but she found exceptional satisfaction in it."
