Fireworks, crowds, rows of stalls.
Amid the lively bustle rising with steaming white vapor, the few traces of modernity and the red lanterns beneath tiled eaves painted the traditional Beijing-style streetscape with an antique vermilion hue.
The lights of Linfu Block were as flourishing as ever. Before long, everyone who had bought their favorite foods gathered together.
"Alright, we've got everything. Let's find a place and dig in!"
The "interesting man" glanced over what everyone was carrying, then looked around for a restaurant that seemed like it might have tastier food.
Seeing that everyone had bought portions according to the number of people present, Gou Yu, who for some reason was not at all worried they would be unable to finish it, sighed softly and smiled as he suggested to Meng Lang:
"There's a recently opened place over there. I heard it's really popular and expanded its storefront. How about we go there?"
"Then it's decided. We're heading out—cough, let's go."
Silently speechless at his brother exposing his childhood habits, Fang Ran carried all kinds of tasty food and headed toward the new restaurant where they planned to feast.
Fang Ran suddenly recalled the hellish training session where Su Qun had made him eat shit for lunch. Back then, he had been so miserable he no longer wanted to live.
He had also been carrying a huge paper bag of food, strolling through this block and looking for somewhere to gorge himself.
Come to think of it, he had even negotiated with that big sister from the restaurant with especially delicious, unlimited food, agreeing that he could go at most once a week.
Thinking of all that had happened since then, the memories felt distant now.
It truly felt as though two years, three months, and eleven days had passed.