The weather is gradually warming, and the snow on the shaded walls of the courtyard is slowly melting, with crystal-clear "eaves drips" hanging from the eaves and water dripping down one by one.
Zhang Guoqing found Zhou Jiao when she was in the backyard taking photos with a camera.
"Wife, come over and give me a hug."
Zhou Jiao turned her head, raised her eyebrows, and smiled gently. Through the camera hanging around her neck, she reached out and patted his back. "Did something good happen?"
"You could say that."
Zhou Jiao giggled.
She didn't bother to ask what the matter was. What could trouble him would only be the matters of Old Zhang's family, and the worries about Old Zhang's family would only be about Eldest Zhang.
It's also because work is too smooth. If you encounter setbacks every day, and many people find you unpleasant to look at, you'd see if you won't get bored.
"Spring is getting closer and closer every day."
