After lunch at her family's home, Juhua waited for the twins to fall asleep. Seeing that the sun was lovely, she said to Huai Zi, "Let's go check on the wasteland. We can take a walk while we're at it."
They said their goodbyes to the Yang Family, and the couple set off for a stroll in the winter afternoon, enjoying a rare moment of peace. As they headed southeast along the base of the mountain, bursts of lively noise and the sound of children's laughter drifted from the village houses. The occasional pop of a firecracker filled the air with the spirit of the New Year.
Huai Zi walked beside Juhua, his spirits high. He was busy during the day, as was Juhua. Outside of sleeping at night, they rarely had such quiet moments alone together.
Once they left the village and the last of the blue-brick, tile-roofed houses was behind them, Huai Zi took Juhua's hand and asked with a smile, "So, what exactly do you want to plant on that land?"
