At the night market, with someone else footing the bill, Qin Qiu and Qin Mo feasted heartily.
Even someone as reserved as Qin Qiu was holding a skewer in one hand and stinky tofu in the other, eating joyously, as happy as a child. Chen Yang followed behind, his only responsibility being to pay.
But Qin Qiu didn't forget about him, occasionally handing him the skewers she had already been eating from. Chen Yang didn't care what they were; he just took them and ate.
"Brother-in-law, I want some candied hawthorns."
"Chen Yang, I want another pig's trotter."
Buy!
Buy, buy, buy!
Chen Yang was like a wealthy patron, his hand waving continuously. Seeing the high-spirited and carefree Qin Qiu, the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up.
Don't fear the future, don't question the past, just live well in the present. Perhaps this is the best state of being?
