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By the end of October, the weather had really started to cool down.

The autumn wind grew stronger day by day, and most of the pomegranate leaves in the yard had fallen, leaving only a few withered yellow leaves hanging on the branches, rustling loudly when the wind blew.

Granny Li set up the charcoal brazier again, which made the room a bit warmer, but as soon as you went outside, the wind would seep into your neck and make you shiver.

Chen Wanxing, wrapped in a thin coat, stood in the courtyard looking at the sky, which was gray and hazy, as if it was about to snow.

She suddenly felt a little homesick.

Not this house, but that house in Ruyang. When she built the old house, she specifically had a central heating system installed. In winter, when it was heated, the whole house was warm, and your feet would feel warm on the floor.

People have always lived in this courtyard in Kaifeng. Besides, the house has already been built. Chen Wanxing thought it would be too much trouble to tear it down and rebuild it, so he kept putting it off and never made up his mind to do it.

Unexpectedly, this dragged on day by day until winter, and now the inconvenience is becoming apparent.

The quilt is already extra thick, but at night, I still have to put a hot water bottle in the quilt to warm it up, otherwise it'll be so cold that I'll shiver when I lie down.

Amber came out of the house and saw her standing in the yard, lost in thought. She walked over and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Chen Wanxing shook her head: "It's nothing. I was just thinking that I promised Grandma before I came that I would go home to spend the Chinese New Year with her this year."

Amber paused for a moment, then nodded: "It's time to go back. You've been away for several months now, and your grandmother must be worried about you."

Chen Wanxing hummed in agreement.

Speaking of which, Grandma Chen's letter arrived a month ago, and it was full of longing for them.

Qinghui, that girl, keeps talking about the sweet cakes Chen's mother makes every few days. Qiuju doesn't say anything, but lately she's been mentioning her family more often.

They're all homesick.

Not to mention that this was the first time these two girls had traveled so far from home and stayed away for so long, even she was starting to miss home.

Chen Wanxing calculated the days in her mind. It was November, and the weather was getting colder and colder. It was about time for the embroidery workshop to stop operating.

It's freezing cold; my fingers are so stiff I can barely straighten them. How can I possibly embroider flowers?

Amber has been wrapping things up these past few days, handing over the unfinished work to the children so they can take it home and practice slowly, and continue next spring.

"Let's all go back this year," Chen Wanxing said. "You come too."

Amber glanced at her and chuckled, "What would it look like if I went back with her?"

"Why doesn't it count?" Chen Wanxing said. "You've already called me 'sister,' so why can't you come home with me for the New Year?"

Amber opened her mouth as if to say something, but then said nothing.

Chen Wanxing knew what she was thinking. But before she could even speak, there was a knock on the courtyard gate.

Yunzhu went to open the door, and there were two people standing outside.

Wang Yanning, and Qian Wenbai.

One was wearing a thick, bluish-gray cloak, and the other was wrapped in a dark brown cotton robe. They stood at the door, their shoulders covered with a fine layer of snow.

Chen Wanxing paused for a moment, then looked up at the sky.

Before I knew it, it actually started snowing. It was fine and scattered, melting quickly on the ground, but lingering a little longer on people's shoulders.

"Why are you here at this hour?" She went to greet him, looked at Wang Yanning, and then at Qian Wenbai.

Wang Yanning said, "I'm off today, and I wanted to see you, so I came."

Chen Wanxing smiled slightly and looked at Qian Wenbai.

Qian Wenbai blushed slightly when she looked at him, and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture: "Miss Chen."

Chen Wanxing understood and stepped aside, saying, "Come in, it's cold outside."

Hearing the commotion, Amber came out of the house. Seeing Qian Wenbai, she paused for a moment, then raised an eyebrow: "Young Master Qian is here again?"

Qian Wenbai's ears turned a little red, but he still nodded and followed Wang Yanning inside.

Speaking of which, Qian Wenbai is now a regular customer.

Whenever Wang Yanning came, he would sometimes follow, and sometimes he wouldn't. When he did follow, he wouldn't say much. Sometimes Wang Yanning would hide in a corner with Chen Wanxing and secretly talk and do some intimate things that didn't cross the line.

At this time of year, he would sit in the courtyard and watch Amber embroider. He never found it boring.

Amber initially thought he was strange, but she gradually got used to it.

Sometimes when I'm busy and can't pay attention to him, he doesn't get annoyed; he just sits there quietly.

Occasionally, when Amber's students messed up their embroidery and were on the verge of tears, he would chime in with a comment, and what he said was always correct.

Amber later learned that his family owned a restaurant.

"I grew up in a shop," he once said in a low voice, "I've seen a lot, so I know a little bit about it."

Amber was embroidering flowers at the time, and glanced at him when she heard this.

He kept his head down and didn't look at her.

After that, the two started talking to each other. Sometimes when he came over, Amber would finish her work and take the initiative to say a few words to him.

He didn't talk much, but he listened very attentively, occasionally offering a word or two that was always to the point.

Amber gradually realized that this person was actually quite easy to get along with.

He doesn't talk much, but he's not boring. He knows a lot, but he doesn't show off.

The group of people were sitting in the room. Yunzhu served hot tea, and Granny Li brought out a plate of snacks.

Qing Sui was originally in her room when she heard the noise and ran out. When she saw Wang Yanning, she sweetly called him "brother-in-law". When she saw Qian Wenbai, she blinked and called him "Young Master Qian".

Wang Yanning's ears turned a little red when he was called "brother-in-law," a title he had heard many times this year.

However, perhaps because he hadn't actually married Chen Wanxing yet, he was still a bit unsure, so he inexplicably sensed a hint of teasing in the way she addressed him. Even though he felt a little embarrassed, he still responded.

Chen Wanxing pretended not to see it, picked up her teacup and took a sip.

The snow outside was falling harder, turning from light flakes to a heavy, continuous swirling motion as it fell one flake at a time.

Through the window paper, you can see that a thin layer of white has accumulated on the branches of the tree in the yard.

Qinghui leaned against the window and looked out for a while, then suddenly turned around, her eyes bright: "Sister, it's snowing! Are we going home for the New Year soon?"

Chen Wanxing chuckled: "Is that all you're thinking about?"

Qinghui nodded vigorously: "I miss Grandma, and Mom and Sister-in-law. Sister-in-law's jujube fritters are so delicious."

Qiu Ju listened from the side, smiled with her lips pursed, and didn't say anything, but Chen Wanxing saw a glimmer in her eyes.

Amber glanced at Chen Wanxing.

Chen Wanxing put down her teacup and said, "We'll set off once this snow stops and the roads are easier to travel on."

Qing Sui cheered and pulled Qiu Ju to the window, chattering about going home.

Qian Wenbai, who was listening nearby, suddenly asked, "Is Miss Amber also going back with us?"

Amber glanced at him: "What?"

Qian Wenbo paused, then said in a low voice, "It's nothing. Just be careful on the road, it's cold, wear more clothes."

Amber paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "I understand."