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Chapter 23 Decorating a New Home
Haicheng Railway Station is not too far from the residential area, but Anmin chose to walk there instead of taking a car.

Despite walking briskly, Anmin's nose was still slightly red from the cold.

When she saw the gray cement building of the train station in the distance, she subconsciously lowered her head again.

The square in front of the station was bustling with people, mostly travelers carrying large bags and bundles, hurrying along.

Like a country woman rushing to visit distant relatives, she wrapped her old clothes tightly around herself, kept her head down, and kept moving as she squeezed into the slightly dim waiting hall with the flow of people.

Anmin didn't linger. Her gaze quickly swept over the signs on the wall, and then she turned and walked straight towards the row of public toilets in the corner, which were barely separated by wooden boards and green paint.

The women's restroom was filled with a pungent smell of disinfectant.

The cubicles were small, and most of the latches on the wooden doors were rusty.

Anmin chose the innermost room, which looked the most intact, squeezed in sideways, and plugged in the latch with her other hand.

The space was cramped and dimly lit, with only a narrow gap above the door letting in a sliver of light that reflected the dust floating in the air.

Having done all this, Anmin went directly into the space.

If others saw this, they would be utterly astonished and shout that something was amiss.

She didn't have time to look closely and went straight into the wooden house, where she found a box containing various fabrics.

Untying the thick hemp rope binding the package, a corner of the blue cloth unfurled, revealing a neatly folded roll of fabric inside.

Compared to the cotton curtains used in every household in Northwest China, this material is still a bit too good.

Besides taking the fabric, Anmin also took towels, some inconspicuous skincare products, unassuming ornaments, and some loose tickets and money from the space.

There are also books that cannot be seen by outsiders.

She had already taken out the clothes, but she was afraid that they would be seen by too many people at the wedding.

If you take it out secretly now, no one will find out.

After all, it's not like Liang Yi wouldn't notice if something had been added to the house.

As she took these things out, Anmin cautiously peeked out and quickly scanned her surroundings.

The outside passageway was still bustling with people, and no one paid attention to this corner.

Clutching her package, she squeezed through the door, her steps uninterrupted, head down, merging into the noisy flow of people in the hall, walking quickly towards the exit against the direction of entry.

Anmin didn't return from the train station until after lunchtime.

This little bit of stuff is really tiring; I won't lie like this again.

However, she did manage to get a copy of the latest newspaper at the train station, which gave her a glimpse into what was happening beyond the Northwest.

Back inside, she placed the package on the table.

Untie the rope and unfold the heavy blue cotton curtain.

The fabric is the most common twill cotton, in a deep indigo color. Although not bright, it is thick, durable, and has excellent light-blocking properties.

She unfolded the fabric, took the measurements, and began to plan the cutting scheme in her mind.

After cutting through the thick fabric with scissors, Anmin frowned slightly; hemming was a delicate task.

However, Anmin was skillful and quickly finished making the curtains for several windows.

While the light was still good, she moved a stool over, stood on it, and took down the yellowed old newspaper.

The sudden influx of light made her squint.

Then, she picked up the cut curtain and slipped the top loop onto the smooth wooden rod above the window frame.

The dark blue cotton fabric slid down the wooden pole, its crispness characteristic of new fabric, and hung down, neatly covering the entire window frame.

The calm blue color is like a tranquil lake.

Instantly, it isolates the chaos of the outside world and filters out overly glaring light, leaving only a soft and warm dim tone in the room.

Looking at the newly renovated window, Anmin breathed a sigh of relief and jumped off the stool.

Next, she sorted through the odds and ends. She opened one of the two camphor wood chests that Liang Yi had recently made.

The box was empty, and it smelled of new wood and a faint camphor.

Anmin folded the two people's winter clothes and put them inside one by one, then closed the lid of the camphor wood chest.

After doing all that, she took out the brand-new white towels, soaked them in cold water, wrung them out, rubbed them a few times, and hung them on the washbasin.

Those small jars and boxes containing skincare products contained her pre-packaged face cream and clam oil.

She carefully wiped away the traces of its presence with a clean old cloth and placed it on the table beside her.

As for those simple little ornaments, she held them in her hand and weighed them in her hand.

The kitten was placed on the low cabinet against the wall, tilting its head in an adorable way.

The small vase was temporarily empty and placed on the inside of the windowsill, its tranquility enhanced by the shadow of the blue curtains.

It may seem unremarkable, but it subtly adds a touch of everyday life.

Even the sideboard was covered with a cloth, exuding a restrained beauty.

I'm afraid Liang Yi will be in for a big surprise when he comes back tonight.

However, the old newspaper rolls hiding the money notes and the book wrapped in kraft paper took her some effort to find.

She opened another camphor wood chest, which contained some of her old clothes. She pushed aside the top few pieces and touched the bottom of the chest with her fingers.

Sure enough, like the other box, it was lined with several thick layers of old newspapers.

She felt a warmth in her heart. Liang Yi may have looked like a rough and unrefined man, but he was actually very thoughtful.

Newspaper ink is excellent at preventing moisture, mold, insects, and moths.

Anmin carefully stuffed the rolled-up newspaper and the book under the clothes, placing them at the bottom, and then carefully covered them with several layers of old clothes to ensure that no clues could be seen from the surface.

After doing all that, she put away the remaining, less conspicuous odds and ends.

For example, sewing kits and small amounts of soap powder that have been dispensed should be placed in the drawers of the desk.

After a busy day, Anmin ate the leftover cornbread from breakfast, but didn't feel hungry.

As the sun sets, the warm golden afterglow filters through the newly hung blue curtains, transforming into a gentle, hazy blue light.

The light spilled onto the clean floor and onto the freshly wiped furniture.

The house is no longer empty; it has been infused with traces of life.

Gradually, Anmin's hands and thoughts filled the space, and the beginnings of a home truly began to take shape.

The air was filled with the scent of soap powder, peaceful and reassuring.

Anmin stood in the center of the room, watching all of this.

She was about to go to the cafeteria to get dinner when she heard hurried footsteps approaching.

The door was pushed open, and there stood Liang Yi, who had said he would be home that night.

"Why are you back?"

Seeing the sweat on Liang Yi's forehead, An Min was a little surprised. Didn't he say that it would be later tonight?
Liang Yi's words stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single one.

Is this still the house he left in this morning?
If it weren't for his beautiful new wife standing inside, Liang Yi would have thought he had gone to the wrong place.

"what happened?"

Seeing Liang Yi's stunned expression, An Min's lips curled up slightly, looking quite proud.

Her aesthetic sense goes without saying.

Liang Yi took a breath, covered his lips with his fist, and coughed lightly: "I forgot you can't cook. Have you been starving all day?"

(End of this chapter)