In this place, humans were the smallest and most harmonic existences. Humans were no longer dictators or top-notch existences. Instead, they merged with each other and were the most agile existences.

He looked up and saw that there were ink paintings everywhere. Walking here, it was as if he had accidentally intruded into the paintings of a famous artist. Don't move casually and carefully throw out ink droplets on the ground.

Fu Yuchen and Mo Han walked around the town casually. When they met the people in the town, they smiled and greeted them. Everyone might have their own things to attend to, but they all responded with smiles. They were neither warm nor cold, just like a slowly flowing river at their feet. It was rare to meet people from the MT squadron. Perhaps, they were all playing around wantonly in the scenes they liked.

Mo Han stopped walking, wanting to take a look everywhere, wanting to feel it anywhere. She didn't know if Grandma still had the impression of this place, but her blood was flowing with the air here. She was a child who had been away for a long time, and wanted to get closer. This place had many, many years of sedimentation.

Fu Yuchen was indeed looking at the scenery, the scenery of the town, the scenery of his lover. "You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people who look at the scenery are also looking at you." Fu Yuchen was thinking, how could he, who had always been vulgar, say a poem? Perhaps it was the woman in front of him. In such a picturesque scene, it really became a poem.

Fu Yu was not stingy with the film in his hand. He kept patting Mo Han. He felt that although Mo Han was still wearing modern clothes, she seemed to be melting into this place. Of course, that was not possible. He could not let Mo Han leave him. Hence, Fu Yuchen reached out and pulled Mo Han. Mo Han turned around and looked at him. She only smiled and did not let go. She only allowed him to lead her forward.

Fu Yuchen later gave the camera to Mo Han and instructed her to take more photos of herself. Eight of the ten photos had to be taken by him. If he wanted to check the number, he would punish Mo Han. Mo Han laughed at Fu Yuchen's childishness, but was willing to listen to him and do something for him within the limits of his acceptability.

The two of them walked onto the small bridge. The bridge was unexpectedly clean, so the two of them sat on the ground. Sitting at the edge of the bridge, his calf hanging outside the bridge, casually swaying, it was just a minor tune.

"Ruo Yu, your home is good!" Fu Yuchen straightened up and stretched.

"Where is my home?" Mo Han followed the river to the end and said, "If it were my grandmother's house, she wouldn't be willing to recognize this place anymore."

"Whether your grandmother recognizes it or not, it doesn't matter anymore. Now this place has something to do with you and Mo Han. You and Qinqin are so similar, and you are so similar to Little Man Great Aunt. This is your home." Fu Yuchen pointed at her and gave an artificial applause, "Congratulations, Miss Mo Han. I'm happy to mention a thousand-year-old ancient town."

"Where is mine? Has the tyrannical CEO's addiction broken out again?" Mo Han didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

'"Ruo Yu, I'm serious. Don't worry too much about it. Now that you've contacted her, you can ask your grandmother to see what she thinks. If you want to hear the story of Little Man Yuchen, listen to it." Fu Great Aunt didn't answer her. Instead, he said with a serious expression, "Ruo Yu, I'm serious. Don't worry too much about it. You're the one who contacted her now. You can ask her if you want to contact your grandmother and see what she thinks."

Fu Yuchen stood up from the bridge and looked down at Mo Han condescendingly. Because of the backlight, Mo Han could not see his face clearly, but she knew that it was definitely not as serious as usual. Fu Yuchen turned to the river and put his hands on his mouth. He shouted loudly,

"Mo Han, do it freely!"

Mo Han stared blankly. The person in front of him really liked him too much now. He had the mature charm of a man and the bright sunshine of a boy. He was refreshing and clean, attractive, and was the most natural gust of wind in spring.

"Alright."

Fu Yuchen tilted his head and asked her, "What did you say?"

Mo Han took a deep breath and said, "I said, this place is really nice!"

"En!" Fu Yuchen smiled and narrowed his eyes. He extended his hand to Mo Han and pulled her up steadily. The two returned to Aunt Little Rong's house. Aunt Little Rong was sitting in the courtyard, still smiling affectionately as if he were looking at his youngest grandson.

Great Aunt seemed to know what the two of them wanted to say. Without waiting for the two of them to speak, he signaled for Mo Han to go in with her alone.

Fu Yuchen blinked and looked at Qinqin, who was chopping a small piece of bamboo.

"Qinqin, what are you doing?"

"Make a fan."

"So cool, can you bring me along?"

"No."

"Is this fan all made of bamboo?"

"I don't know."

"How do you connect the fans?"

"…"

Mo Han and Aunt Little Rong had been talking for a long time, so long that Fu Yuchen felt hungry. Qinqin and Fu Yuchen finally finished making two small fans together. Qinqin had an expression of'you can't do anything about it 'as he took Fu Yuchen to wash up and then went to the kitchen.

There was still warm food on the kitchen stove. Fu Yuchen divided the food into two portions. One portion was still in the pot, and the other portion was taken out. He and Qinqin squatted in the kitchen to eat.

This was the first time Qinqin had experienced eating in the kitchen. At first, he was still a little reserved. He stood there with a look of disgust on his face. Looking at the man in front of him, he sat on a small bench and ate big mouthfuls of food, causing people to have a special appetite.

After all, Qinqin was still young. He was still tired from standing all the time. In the end, he had a proud expression on his face. He quietly sat on the small bench like a reward from the Queen and ate with Fu Yuchen. Fu Yuchen saw Qinqin's actions. He laughed twice in his heart. He was indeed a child, but he didn't show it. He continued to fight with Qinqin for food.

After they finished eating, Mo Han came out with a dazed expression. She felt as if her soul hadn't returned yet.

"Sister?" Qinqin stood beside Mo Han and pulled at the corner of her clothes. Mo Han slowly turned to look at Qinqin, but her gaze seemed to have passed through her to an unfamiliar era.

"Huh?"

Fu Yuchen looked at her and gestured for Qinqin to come. Hence, Fu Yuchen pulled Mo Han to the kitchen stool and served her a meal.

"Mo Han, eat."

"Yes." Mo Han answered and mechanically scooped rice into her mouth. Seeing this, Fu Yuchen continued to fill her bowl with vegetables.

Seeing that Mo Han's bowl was filled to the brim and turned into a small hill, Fu Yuchen stopped. He turned around and asked Qinqin, who was also sitting on the bench beside him, to look at Mo Han with his chin propped up.

"Go and see Great Aunt. Do you want to eat?"

"No need, Grandma has already eaten."

"Oh …"

After Mo Han finished her meal, Fu Yuchen sighed and stretched out his hand to pull her up. He pulled her back to the bedroom and pressed her firmly on the bed. Mo Han obediently lay down, but she did not close her eyes.

Qinqin pulled Fu Yuchen and asked him, "Sister, what's wrong? It's a little … scary."

Fu Yuchen pouted his lips and looked at her, saying, "I'm stunned. It must be that your story about Little Man Great Aunt is too moving. It broke through her usual imagination. Now let her sleep and walk out on her own."

"Oh." Qinqin nodded. "Then how can she sleep without closing her eyes?"

"Yes! This is a problem." Fu Yuchen leaned forward and placed his hand on Mo Han's eyes. "Ruo Yu, that's not your story. It has nothing to do with you. Sleep, say goodbye to them and wake up to see me."

"And Qinqin." Qinqin did not forget to repeat with a serious expression.

Fu Yuchen gritted his teeth and grimaced at Qinqin, but Qinqin remained unmoved. Fu Yuchen gently retracted his hand and found that Mo Han had indeed closed her eyes. However, tears slowly flowed down her cheeks.

Fu Yuchen stretched out his hand behind Qinqin's head and gently used his strength to signal Qinqin to leave. Then the two of them went out. Fu Yuchen closed the door for Mo Han and sat down beside his bed. He collapsed into a ball and asked Qinqin,

"Aren't you going to take a nap?"

Qinqin rolled his eyes and said, "No need."

Fu Yuchen looked at Qinqin sitting on the edge of his bed and struggled a few times. He took out the tablet from his backpack, opened the password, found the screen where he played the game, and handed it to Qinqin.

"Do you need to trouble me to do some research?"

Qinqin only came with her grandmother during the summer vacation. She wasn't unfamiliar with electronic devices, but her parents were usually strict with them. When she saw the tablet, a light flashed in her eyes. Fu Yuchen didn't ignore this light.

Fu Yuchen snickered, but he instantly regained his composure and handed the tablet to Qinqin. After taking it, Qinqin sat at his feet with a serious expression, as if he was watching a news broadcast, playing Xiao Le …

Fu Yuchen poked Qinqin's chubby foot, but Qinqin did not react. Fu Yuchen was relieved and collapsed on the bed, ready to sleep for a while.

"Old, you should pay attention to your health. You really aren't as young as you are."

"My grandmother is still in this room."

"…"

Isn't this child playing a game? How could he still have the time to retort against him!

Fu Yu fell asleep and soon woke up. After getting up, he looked at the wooden door and found that Qinqin, who was still playing the game, was still closed. He expressionlessly said, "Sister didn't get up."

"Oh." Fu Yuchen answered, then he fell back, twisted and turned on the bed, then sat up, stretched out his hand and forcefully pulled the tablet from Qinqin's hand without any refusal, directly pressing it down, not looking at Qinqin's cold eyebrows towards him.

After Fu Yuchen put down the tablet, he stood up and gently pushed open the wooden door. Qinqin also jumped out of bed and followed behind him. The two of them were originally worried that Mo Han's condition would be bad, but when they went in, they saw that Mo Han was already sitting in front of the dressing table, with her back facing them wearing a delicate cheongsam.

It was an improved kesi cheongsam. It was pink in color, embroidered with various elegant patterns. There was a row of green buttons on the front chest. The skirt lined with rice pink and light embroidery was especially suitable for Mo Han's figure. Mo Han was sitting in front of the dressing table, her long black hair tied into a bun, drawing her eyebrows and lips towards the ancient bronze mirror.

Fu Yuchen and Qinqin exchanged glances and instantly communicated a lot. Fu Yuchen was sure that Mo Han didn't have a cheongsam, so it was hard to say if she had one. Qinqin said that this was indeed hers. It belonged to her little Great Aunt. Grandma hid it in a large nanmu chest and would take it out every year to take a look.

After exchanging this information, the two of them instantly rushed over. Fu Yuchen relied on his height and legs to remove the eyebrow pencil from Mo Han's hand and grabbed her wrist. Qinqin hugged Mo Han's waist.

"Mo Han (Sister Qiu), no!"

Mo Han: "??"

"Puchi." Mo Han suddenly smiled. Under Liu Fu's eyebrows, Han Bo's apricot eyes were dotted with starlight. Mo Han's appearance was already good. Now that her classic and exquisite makeup was done, it was as if she would carry a lantern into a painting at any moment.

"What are you two doing? I'm fine. I'm very sober." Mo Han gently twisted her wrist and released it from Fu Yuchen's hand. A silver bracelet of a Pisces Playing Pearl appeared particularly conspicuous on her slender, snow-white wrist. Mo Han patted her small hand on her waist to placate Qinqin.

"Are you really alright?" Fu Yuchen stared at Mo Han's cheongsam and bracelet, "Then how did you get your skirt and bracelet?"

"When I was asleep, Great Aunt sent her in. Didn't you see her outside?" Mo Han raised her head to look at Fu Yuchen, then lowered her head to bring Qinqin, who was somewhat unable to see the situation clearly, to the front.

Hearing this, Fu Yuchen glanced at Qinqin. Qinqin stiffened for a moment, then turned around seriously and said, "It's none of Qinqin's business. Qinqin doesn't know."

Fu Yuchen looked back at Mo Han and said, "I also fell asleep and didn't see anything. But these things belong to Little Man Great Aunt?"

"Yes." Mo Han nodded and lowered her head to admire this exquisitely crafted cheongsam.

"Then why are you wearing her clothes?" Fu Yuchen frowned and said, "And this is Kesi's, right? Although I'm not familiar with the price of these clothes, my mother has one. It's around 50,000 yuan. This piece of yours is still so delicate. It can go up to several hundred thousand yuan, right?"