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After dinner, Tian Tian went upstairs to practice the piano, while He Qiaoyun sat downstairs for a while before going upstairs as well.

Upon entering, I first tidied up the bed that my daughter had made a mess of, then arranged her luggage before taking a relaxing shower.

After taking a shower, my tired body felt refreshed, but I couldn't fall asleep, so I sat on the terrace and felt lazy.

A message popped up on the phone that was lying to the side.

Feng Jiashu: [Are you asleep?]

She hesitated for a moment, then replied: 【No.】

Feng Jiashu: [Want to chat? I'm in the little pavilion in the backyard.]

He Qiaoyun: [Okay.]

She put down her phone, combed her hair, changed out of her pajamas, and went downstairs in her slippers.

The backyard lights twinkled at night, and warm yellow lamps dotted the cobblestone path. The streetlights had a retro and elegant design, and hearing the chirping of insects in the bustling city added a unique charm.

Before even stepping onto the pavilion, one could see from afar that the man's handsome profile was half-hidden by a thin gauze curtain, the shadowy figure appearing as the night breeze blew by.

Perhaps it was the beauty of the night, or perhaps for some other reason, but He Qiaoyun felt a flutter in her heart. This inexplicable feeling was something she had never experienced before, not even with her ex-husband.

She lifted her foot and walked up the steps.

The interior of the pavilion is simply furnished with only two sofa chairs and a small tea table. The chairs face the fish pond, and the sound of flowing water from the artificial hill can be heard. The tranquility of the ancients was no more than this.

The man, who had been sitting with his eyes closed, turned around, his gaze falling on her, and a smile slowly spread across his lips. "You've come."

He Qiaoyun walked over and sat down on another sofa chair. She relaxed and exclaimed, "I didn't realize how beautiful this little pavilion is at night."

Feng Jiashu leaned to the side, picked up the teapot, and poured a cup of tea into her cup. "It's Pu'er tea a friend gave me. Try it."

He Qiaoyun picked up her teacup, and the rich aroma of tea rushed to her palate and nasal cavity. She smiled and said, "It smells so good."

She took a sip and said, "It's delicious."

When Feng Jiashu saw that her cup was empty, he refilled it with tea.

He Qiaoyun picked up her teacup, took another sip, and turned to ask, "Will drinking tea now cause you to have trouble sleeping?"

Feng Jiashu said, "This is ripe Pu'er tea, it won't."

He Qiaoyun nodded gently, then drank the tea in one gulp. After putting down the cup, she stared at a spot, then suddenly reached out and slapped Feng Jiashu's forearm with a "smack."

Feng Jiashu was startled. He looked down and saw a smear of red mosquito blood on his arm.

He Qiaoyun didn't know why she had acted; it seemed to have been a matter of a single thought. She opened her palm and said, "There are mosquitoes."

After saying that, he awkwardly tried to withdraw his hand.

The next moment, his wrist was grabbed.

"What are you doing?" she asked, stammering.

Feng Jiashu pulled out a tissue. "Let me wipe you down."

When wiping hands, it's inevitable to touch each other. Men's body temperature is generally higher than women's, but the heat from her wrists traveled to her cheeks.

His large hand gently held her small hand. Although she worked all year round, her hands were not rough or ugly. Her palms were even and full, with clear lines that were not messy or disordered. Her prominent cleavage was very eye-catching.

He wiped the mosquito blood from his palm and gently released her hand. "All done."

He Qiaoyun withdrew her hand, still feeling shy despite her age. "Actually, I can wipe it myself..."

Feng Jiashu subtly raised his eyes, observing her embarrassment, and calmly said, "You swat mosquitoes for me, so I'll wipe your hands. It's only right."

He Qiaoyun gently clenched her fingers, then took out a bottle of mentholatum from her pocket and handed it to him, saying, "Here, rub it on."

Feng Jiashu was surprised, "You actually brought this with you."

He Qiaoyun smiled faintly, "There are a lot of mosquitoes in the summer, so I usually carry them with me when I'm in the orchard. I've gotten used to it."

Feng Jiashu opened the lid, applied some, and rubbed it on the mosquito bite. "Growing fruit must be hard work."

He Qiaoyun said in a serious tone, "It is hard work, but it's better than going to work. The lychee trees in the field won't call me in the middle of the night saying they want to grow watermelons this year."

Upon hearing this, Feng Jiashu couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Have you ever had a job before?"

He Qiaoyun laughed along, "I've been there. Actually, sitting in the office doesn't look tiring, but after a whole day, you're physically and mentally exhausted, and you also have to worry about getting scolded by your boss." As she spoke, she looked at him, "You, as an office worker, should understand this all too well."

Feng Jiashu's eyes darted away. He could only feel physically and mentally exhausted; as for the worry of being scolded by his boss, he couldn't understand that, because he was the boss whose employees worried about being scolded...

He nodded slightly in response.

He Qiaoyun added, "However, everyone is tired in their own way, but there's no other way for them to make a living..."

......

The evening breeze was gentle as they sat together, talking about life and ideals, reminiscing about the days gone by, but not about family matters, only about romance.

Time passed slowly, and they chatted until late at night. When the tea was finished, the two got up, walked back upstairs, and said goodbye to each other.

He Qiaoyun's troubled mood eased. "I'm very happy tonight. Good night."

Feng Jiashu smiled and said, "Me too, goodnight."

He Qiaoyun returned to her room, changed her clothes, lay down on the bed, and smiled.

I never knew chatting and opening up to a normal man could be so relaxing. There were no guarded moments, no uncomfortable lecturing from a domineering man, and no sudden lewd jokes. We just talked and chatted, like old friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time.

How rare.

She turned over and fell into a sweet sleep.

The next day.

Because she went to bed late, she slept until six o'clock. When she woke up, it was already bright outside. She opened the glass door to the terrace and was greeted by the chill of early autumn.

She gazed at the sun, which looked like an egg yolk on the horizon, and stretched lazily.

Before the divorce, I never had the leisure to watch the sunrise. The moment I opened my eyes, my mind would be planning out the day's chores, down to the precise times I needed to do housework, make breakfast, go out, and even whether I should visit my son and grandchildren...

Now, she is truly herself, with only her own work to do, and when she's not busy with work, she can sleep until she naturally wakes up.

Actually, waking up naturally at 5:30 a.m. is not because I'm getting old and need less sleep, but simply because of a habit I've developed over the years, getting up early day after day for decades.

After sighing, she went to wash up.

After washing up, I sat down at the vanity and carefully applied skincare products to my face.

After fussing around for almost an hour, I finally went to the dressing room to find some clothes. I picked out a fitted long dress, tied my hair up, and went downstairs.

Downstairs, a steaming hot breakfast had already been served. Feng Jiashu was sitting on the sofa looking at his tablet and phone. When he saw her come downstairs, he put down his tablet.

"Get up. Did you sleep well last night?" he asked.

He Qiaoyun smiled, "It's fine, how about you?"

“That’s fine too,” he said, glancing up to see Tian Tian rubbing her eyes as she came downstairs. “Let’s have breakfast.”

He Qiaoyun smiled and said, "Okay."

See, how can life be the same no matter who you live with?