The Yan Family lived in the bustling center of Beijing, in Yuan Chun's favorite courtyard house. Knowing that Yan Hui would bring his wife home today, Mr. Yan, Mrs. Yan, and Second Brother Yan specially took a day off to welcome the couple.
From afar, Yuan Chun saw a group of people standing at the Yan Family's doorstep.
As soon as the car stopped, Mr. and Mrs. Yan rushed forward. Watching his son's face, Mr. Yan said with heartache, "You've lost weight, gotten tanned, but you look sturdier now."
Mrs. Yan warmly and enthusiastically took Yuan Chun, who had just gotten out of the car, by the hand, "You must be Xiao Hui's wife. I'm your mom, very welcome home."
Smiling, Yuan Chun greeted, "Hello, Mom. I am Yan Hui's wife, my name is Xia Yuan Chun."
"Oh my, that's great, that's great. Mom is doing well, it's just that you and Xiao Hui must have had a hard time doing farm work all these years; your hands have become rough."
