They had their meal and went to shower before resting in their room.
By the time they woke up, it was already dusk.
Ziyue checked the time on her handphone and realized it was almost five.
As they neared the end of summer, the weather was no longer scorching hot when it turned five o'clock in the evening.
Muchen was in deep slumber, not showing signs of waking up anytime soon.
Ziyue moved his hands away from her waist softly and discreetly without waking him up. She then lifted the quilt to get out of bed.
A gust of wind blew into the room when she opened the windows.
The pleasant air breeze felt refreshing to the touch. She decided to open all the other windows to let the cold wind in and turned off the air conditioner.
After that, she turned around to look at Muchen. He was still fast asleep.
She went to the bedside and stared at him for a short moment before changing out of her old clothes and going downstairs.
It was a modest house with a warm and welcoming interior. They stayed on the second floor, while the old couple stayed on the first. Their legs were weak, so it was difficult for them to climb the stairs. Moreover, they were not keen on walking upstairs.
"This hasn't ripened. Why did you pick it?"
"That's impossible! It's not sour anymore. We just had it yesterday."
"The one I ate was sour."
"Why do you have such picky taste buds?"
"Old coot!"
Ziyue walked down to the first floor and heard a commotion happening. She could tell from the voices that it was the old married couple.
She followed the source of the noise and saw them picking pears underneath a pear tree.
The pear tree was huge. The old married couple was too long in the tooth to climb the pear tree. Hence, they made a tool specially used to pick the fruit.
It was a long pole with a sickle tied to the end. Directly underneath the sickle was a basket that could catch the pear as soon as it was cut with the sickle.
Ziyue was amused by the tool.
"Grandma Qi, what are you doing?" Muchen had previously mentioned to her that the old grandpa had the surname Qi.
"Yueyue, come over here! We're picking some pears. They're really sweet." As soon as Grandma Qi saw her, she waved at her enthusiastically.
Ziyue was momentarily stunned with the nickname Grandma Qi had called her by. After a while, she finally regained her senses and walked towards her.
"Weren't you saying that they were too sour just now?" Grandpa Qi was strenuously picking the pears and couldn't help but sneer at her sudden change of attitude.
Hearing his interjections, Grandma Qi glared at him and said, "Don't talk nonsense."
Grandpa Qi pouted his lips and murmured silently to himself before he continued to pick the pears.
Ziyue was humored by the way the old couple interacted. She found them adorable.
She noticed that Grandpa Qi was struggling to pick the pears. So Ziyue walked nearer to him and offered to help, "Grandpa Qi, let me help you."
"How would a young lady like you know how to do these things? Let me do it." Grandpa Qi was firmly opposed to letting her pick the pears.
"Don't worry. I have good eyesight, and it isn't difficult." It didn't look too difficult for an inexperienced person like herself.
Grandpa Qi gazed at her in disbelief. "If you could pick a pear, I'll bring you to the sea to catch fish tomorrow."
When Grandma Qi heard how he challenged her, she slapped his back and reprimanded him, "What nonsense are you saying? How could a young lady go to the sea? Also, what will you do out there with your frail body?"
The old couple kept bickering with each other, but the atmosphere was warm and cozy.
Ziyue heart fluttered with a sudden thought. How great would it be if she could spend her golden age with Muchen in a place with a beautiful landscape like this?
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