Song Xiaodong and Song Xiaoru returned home, and in the refreshing summer day, Song Xiaodong took a shower in the simple outdoor shower, humming a tune, truly feeling an indescribable sense of comfort.
Song Xiaoru, on the other hand, sat on a small chair in the courtyard, washing the clothes the two had just changed out of.
After finishing with the laundry, Song Xiaoru, while hanging the clothes on the clothesline, said, "Dongzi, we've lived here for so long, and now we have to move, I suddenly can't bear to leave."
Sticking his head out, Song Xiaodong replied, "That's because you've gotten used to living here, after all, we've been here for almost twenty years."
"Yes, but when I think about moving into such a beautiful new house, I get excited and look forward to it, so my feelings are quite conflicted."
Song Xiaodong chuckled and said, "No worries, let's just keep this house, and if we miss it later, we can come back to stay or stop by to chat with the old neighbors."
