It was eight or nine at night, and completely dark outside. Ding Ding stood by the window, staring at the shared bicycle outside.
Cycling back was obviously unrealistic. His flight was the afternoon after tomorrow, and he would leave for the city tomorrow evening. In less than forty-eight hours, he could be back on Hongfang Street.
Of course he was happy to see Little Bai happy.
But he was selfish too, hoping he could be part of every happy moment Bai Congming had, becoming the most special person in his heart besides his mother.
What Ding Ding, more than three thousand kilometers away, did not know was that he already was.
"No..."
Bai Congming frowned and pouted, clutching a big pomelo tightly in his arms.
"Brother Ding likes eating it."
Auntie Zhou had brought the pomelo over. It really was enormous, a first-meeting gift for Little Bai's friends.
Who knew Bai Congming would refuse to let go once he took it, saying he wanted to save it for Brother Ding to eat when he came back?
Auntie Zhou was a little helpless. "You can't do that. You have to share with everyone. Have you forgotten what your mother taught you?"
Bai Congming turned his head away, making it plain that he would not listen to anyone.
"It's all right, Auntie," Sun Xiangxiang stepped in to smooth things over. "We don't like pomelos anyway."
"For Brother Ding to eat..."
Just as Ding Ding would ask Bai Congming what he liked to eat, Bai Congming would ask him too.
No matter how many times he asked, the answer Bai Congming got was always pomelo. But he rarely bought fruit and had rather forgotten what pomelos looked like. He only remembered they were round.
That day, Bai Congming had specifically taken some money