s been cold towards her. It was probably because, back then, grandpa favored her father more, and after her father passed away, grandpa doted on her even more, looking down on Gu Ruandong a little. So...Just wait a bit, there's no need to make any decisions right away. She walked up the wooden stairs, there were several rooms upstairs, each with the scent of raw wood. The windows in the rooms were open, framing the view outside like a painting.

Each room offers a different view. In the distance, mountain ranges are shrouded in clouds, their peaks intertwining like an ink and wash landscape painting; while facing west, the window captures the setting sun, ablaze with golden hues just before it dips below the horizon. These two small rooms possess vastly different vistas. She understands now why her grandmother never wanted to move into town. If she retired someday, she too would seek out a place like this for her golden years.

The sounds of Han Zhao Yi and Zhao Ting Xing's voices drifted up from downstairs, and wisps of smoke rose from the window outside the stairwell landing. She went down the stairs to the adjacent kitchen, where she saw two men, big and small, bustling about inside.

Han Zhaoyi picked up firewood and stuffed it into the earthen stove. Zhao Tingxing shouted from the front, “Put in less, the fire is too big.”

Ken De's heart pounded with fear, terrified that Han Zhaoyi might be burned by the flames.

She knelt down and said, "Mommy's coming, you go play over there."

"No, Zhao Tingxing said that I'm cooking with him today to make dinner for Mom. You wait outside."

Han Li thought about the meal Zhao Ting had made at her place, but she decided against it. She didn't want to go hungry in the mountains tonight, as there was no way to order takeout here.

So she walked up to Zhao Tingxing and said, "You and Han Zhaoyi go start a fire, I'll cook."

There were quite a few dishes laid out on the cutting board, it seemed Zhao Tingxing was well-prepared.

Zhao Tingxing refused: "Trust me, just wait outside."

He has been practicing his cooking skills whenever he has free time, determined not to disappoint Han Zhaoyi's words that he cooks delicious food.

Han Li saw him so confident and walked out of the kitchen with a doubtful look. Let them do what they want, she thought. At worst, she'd just eat rice with salted duck eggs—she wouldn't starve.

After about an hour, it was completely dark, and the night sky began to twinkle with stars. The kitchen finally filled with the aroma of cooking – real food this time.

Han Zhaoyi stood at the doorway and shouted, "Mom, come in for dinner."

She just walked in and saw the dishes on the table. She was a little surprised to see that he, of all people, could cook such a spread.

When stir-frying vegetables, stewing pork ribs with lotus root, braising chicken, and serving cured meats, as well as the salted egg yolk baked pumpkin that Han Zhaoyi loved to eat, it was simply beyond Han Li's imagination.

Zhao Tingxing was very pleased: "There's nothing that can stop me from doing what I want to do."

He offered her chopsticks and ladled some soup for her.

Han Zhaoyi said from the side, “Mom, I tried it, this time I didn't lie to you, they are all really delicious.”

Zhao Tingxing even opened a bottle of wine. He wasn't planning on returning to the city tonight anyway, and since he didn't have to drive, he could have a little drink.

Zhao Tingxing's changes were all in his actions, and Han Li could naturally see them. The heart that had just cooled seemed to be rekindled bit by bit by the kitchen's smoke and fire.

After dinner and a little wine, there was nothing to entertain in the mountains besides looking at the stars and the moon, so I went back upstairs to bed with Han Zhaoyi early.

Han Zhao Yi, tired from playing, fell asleep as usual, snuggling into the bed. Han Li, however, kept her eyes fixed on the countless stars twinkling outside the window.

The familiar sky, the familiar air, this mountain life feels like it was from a past lifetime, so distant.

The cell phone signal was weak, coming and going. Her phone flickered on and off, a message from Zhao Tingxing in the next room, one after another.

Life in the mountains is occasionally enjoyable, but it's not suitable for permanent residence.

For modern people, convenient access to elder care and medical services is a top priority.

But if you like this environment, when we're older, we can buy a piece of land in the city and move this whole atmosphere here.

When He Hanchao grows up, it will be convenient for him to come home and see us. Please download the novel "Aiyue" to read the latest content.

....。

He was lost in thought, envisioning their future together, unconcerned with whether she reciprocated his feelings.

Han Li was thirsty in the middle of the night and went downstairs barefoot to get some water. This wooden house Zhao Tingxing had found someone from the village to take care of daily, so it was very clean.

She crept downstairs, and as she went to turn on the light on the first floor, her foot suddenly landed on something cold and soft, causing her to let out a frightened cry. After all, it was in the mountains, and the most frightening thing was creatures like rats or snakes.

Her scalp prickled instantly, and a soft chuckle came from beside her. “It was me,” it said, “You stepped on my foot.”

A familiar voice brought her relief in the darkness. She just wanted to turn on the lights on the first floor, but she didn't know where they were. As she reached out to fumble around, she realized she was touching Zhao Tingxing's chest.

Suddenly, his hands clamped onto her waist. His voice was tight and raspy as he asked, “On purpose Huh”

Without giving her any chance to explain, he kissed her fiercely in the darkness, relentlessly. He didn't give her even a sliver of room to refuse, almost sucking all the air out of her mouth, leaving her dizzy and even suffocating.

The mountain air was too fresh, the night too silent. His scent was too familiar, making her lose all ability to think, allowing him to dominate her, her whole body burning with heat.

Her lips were numb from his kisses, he loosened his grip on her slightly, as if to let her breathe in some fresh air. His voice was rough and raspy, laced with breathlessness as he asked her, "Thirsty still Want some water"

She shook her head.

Having received her answer, he suddenly leaned down again and swept her into his arms, carrying her upstairs.

He kissed her as they went upstairs, kicked open the door to his room, and threw her heavily onto the bed.

This room has much better lighting than the one downstairs. The stars in the window are brilliant, and the crescent moon hangs by the window like a dim nightlight.

This moment is too beautiful, so beautiful that it frightens her, making it impossible to think about anything else.

Under the moonlight, only two intertwined shadows danced on the wooden walls of the house. All sounds were a torrent at times, and a gentle stream flowing through a mountain ravine at others.

Time stands still, or else it becomes nothingness.

As the sky began to lighten with hues of pale pink, she leaned against the wall and stumbled back into her room, collapsing into a deep sleep.

Han Zhaoyi is always full of energy. Early in the morning, he was already playing with Zhao Tingxing in the courtyard downstairs. Zhao Tingxing reminded him from time to time to be quieter and not wake up their mother sleeping upstairs.

Han Zhaoyi opened his big eyes and asked, "Zhao Tingxing, why are you always smiling"

Zhao Tingxing: "There's something funny."

Han Zhao Yi leaned closer to him: "Were you bitten by a mosquito on your neck too"

"Hmm." Zhao Tingxing felt a little awkward. This little brat had sharp eyes.

"Why do the mosquitoes in the mountains only bite you and mom I just saw that mom has more bites on her neck than you."

"Because Mom and I swatted away mosquitoes for you all night, none of them could bite you." Zhao Tingxing said with a stoic expression.

When Han Li woke up, she heard the conversation in the courtyard downstairs. She glanced down at her chest and felt relieved that Han Zhao Yi had only seen part of her neck.

"Aren't you tired"

"Not tired, I can continue." He said this looking up at the top floor, where a figure flickered past.ast slowly begins to play.Tinglan wasn't very eager to go home. She glanced at Cheng Chen, a glimmer of amusement flashing in her eyes. Cheng Chen understood her unspoken words instantly. He gave a th...