Chapter 91 - 089 Watch out, I’ll eat you up
Meng Shuyan gave a slight nod, then suddenly asked, "Chun Zisu, is the city fun? What’s Beijing like?" "When there’s time, I’ll take you to Beijing!" Zhao Chun said, brimming with enthusiasm. "In the city, women curl their hair and wear bell-bottoms to keep up with trends... I’ll take you to the video hall to watch movies..."
Gradually, in the darkness, only Zhao Chun’s voice lingered.
Zhao Chun gently lifted his hand and pulled the thin quilt over Meng Shuyan. Under the moonlight, the little guy had sharp brows and bright eyes, his small face charmingly handsome. Zhao Chun’s heart softened for no clear reason. How magical—such a small bundle of a child, with a soft and squishy body, sleeping soundly with closed eyes. His hand was even bigger than his face.
Zhao Chun reached out and poked Meng Shuyan’s little cheek—so bouncy! Then he poked his long eyelashes, like miniature fans. And he realized that the child resembled someone from his memories quite a bit. Yet, some differences stood out: his eyes were bigger, his hair was curly—not straight like that person’s—and his smile even more endearing.
Suddenly, he thought, "Isn’t life nothing more than a wife, kids, and a warm bed?" Why had he been so determined to pursue music and film, fighting bitterly with his family, even leaving home? This rustic village life was proving to be quite the intriguing experience.
Damn it, what are you thinking, Zhao Chun? Have you fallen so far? How could you abandon your dreams?
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Yawning, Zhao Chun blinked groggily. A waft of fragrant oil hit his nose, and he instinctively swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Leaning on his crutch, he sluggishly waddled over to the main room. In the cramped space, the popping of hot oil mixed with the singing of a woman’s voice: "Ah, so sweet, life is oh-so-sweet... I’m just a little little bird... flying freely in your heart, under the dazzling starlight, wandering eternally."
What’s this song supposed to be? Zhao Chun closed his eyes, reveling in it. That woman, though not much to look at, surely had some depth to her. Especially her voice—like pearls dropping onto jade plates. And her songs, he’d never heard any of them before. If only she’d record them...
"Zhao Chun, are you up? You can freshen up in the courtyard. If there’s anything you don’t know, my son can teach you..."