December 20th, Sunday, Capital City. Heavy snow.
The first snow of '87 had come a little late, but it fell thick and hard. By the time Liu Muhan arrived at Li Ye's home as a guest, she was already hissing and grumbling miserably from the cold.
"Whew, what heavy snow! All the buses stopped running today, and there were barely any people on the road. An old man in front of me slipped and fell, and no one helped him for ages. I was the one who got him back on his feet when I reached him."
As Liu Muhan chatted with Wen Leyu, she took off her boots.
There was actually snow inside her boots, and even her socks were soaked. The snow outside was clearly very deep.
"Come on, Little Treasure, let your grandaunt hold you!"
After changing into slippers, Liu Muhan happily came over to pick up the child.
The two children were already seven months old, fair and plump and healthy, babbling away in a way that made them utterly adorable.
But the moment Liu Muhan picked up Little Treasure today, he began to pout, struggling hard as he stretched his arms toward Li Ye.
"You chilled him. Go warm yourself up by the radiator first."
Li Ye took his son back and said, "The snow was so heavy on the way here. Why were you in such a rush to come over? If you caught a cold, wouldn't Grandpa Liu and Grandma Gao blame me?"
"They wouldn't blame you at all! You're the template and benchmark for an outstanding young man in their hearts—perfect in every way, without a single flaw to pick at."
Liu Muhan curled her lips and untied the bundle she had brought, taking out two things.
"My mother's friend sent her