Jian Yanyan has been living here for a few years. He often visits her here, so he should actually know the way. If she's called silly, he is actually silly too.
So both of them stopped talking. Su Junhao, carrying Jian Yanyan, walked toward another intersection, finally found the right path, and went home.
At the community entrance, even though it's already night, it's not too late. In the summer, there are still a few elders playing chess by the streetlights at the entrance, children running and playing, and a few women chatting on the side.
They're familiar with Jian Yanyan. She's always helpful, assisting the elders upstairs, helping neighbors with trash; everyone quite likes her.
Seeing a man carrying her, they all looked over curiously. Some acquaintances greeted her, "Yanyan, what's going on? Oh, is this your boyfriend?"
