“From now on, you can call me Mama Du, just like the others.”
“My name is Chunfeng.”
“Hello, little Dong'er. Just call me Sister Dongxue.”
“You really look like Dongxue, but don't be like her,” Sister Hongmei said through her tears.
The snow fell heavily. Everywhere you looked, there was nothing but white. In a daze, two figures appeared in the distance. Mama Du came walking over, holding a little boy's hand. His splendid clothes added a streak of crimson to the white landscape.
“What's your name?”
“Yan Ruyu.”
“What a lovely name.”
“Don't you remember me? What about now? My name is Mei Jingshan.”
“Chen owes you a debt. I'm sorry, sir. I failed you.”
Perhaps we shouldn't have met. Then it wouldn't have hurt.
Good looking baby