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"Uncle Tang, you're still waiting for me here, right?"
Tang Qingli watched Xingxing with his small legs carrying a backpack, running up the steps quickly until he disappeared.
He wasn't short; among kids his age, he was quite tall.
His backpack was stuffed with things prepared for Tan Ruyue.
Almost every time Xingxing came, he would bring a lot of things.
He came very frequently; he would come whenever he had time. Before, it used to be every few days; now, whenever he felt like it, he would just come directly, brought over by Tang Qingli, and it wasn't far, quite convenient.
Now he had developed a routine of coming at night.
When Xingxing came in, Tan Ruyue was doing laundry.
Beside the well was a big basin, and she sat on a small stool scrubbing clothes.
"Yue Liang."
Tan Ruyue was shivering with cold, but when she heard his voice, she suddenly looked up, her face blooming into a smile.
"Xingxing, you came?"
He ran over, "Why are you washing clothes at this time?"
