After more than a month away, the house still looked exactly as it had when we left, and it had been cleaned until it was spotless. The floor was bright enough to reflect people's shadows, the walls looked as if someone had scraped off a layer, and the coffee table seemed a little shorter than before we left—I could imagine just how often Anweina wiped it down whenever she had nothing to do. Sometimes I even suspected that ever since Anweina came to this house, our living space had been expanding at a rate of one square meter per year. At local housing prices, our household's economic growth was nearly on par with the city's minimum per capita income. The only concern now was whether the walls would be enough for Anweina to wear down at this rate...
Still, that was better than Little Pao Pao spending all day scribbling and drawing in her room. The little girl was currently in one of those explosive phases of exceptionally vigorous creativity, and her graffiti was the greatest obstacle to our home's expansion—if no one kept an eye on her, I figured there would come a day when nobody could even get into her room.
The first thing Qian Qian and I did upon entering the Living Room was throw ourselves onto the sofa. We lay sprawled over the cushions like two whatevers, panting heavily. I wasn't actually tired, but if you didn't do something like that, how could you show the excitement of returning home after a long journey? As for Qian Qian, she was just joining in because she saw me flop down.
"Master, would you like to eat first, take a bath first, or..." Anweina stood beside the sofa with a happy smile, looking at me eagerly. I hurriedly