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Below, there's a crooked lemon and a bubbling drink, clearly drawn by the shop owner himself. Although his drawing skills are questionable, it's inexplicably quite cute.

Su Qinghe's mouth watered again. "Ache, Ache! Look at this! It's a limited edition from Lucheng! A limited edition!"

She grabbed Jiang Che's arm and tried to walk towards the shop, but before she could take two steps, her arm was pulled back.

"You just drank so much coconut soup, and now you're drinking cold drinks. Your stomach can't take it."

"But……"

"Besides, your period just ended last week, so drink less cold drinks."

Su Qinghe opened her mouth, thinking that this person was meddling too much, remembering even such a thing so clearly.

But one has to admit that what he said makes sense.

So she puffed out her cheeks and thought for a moment, then looked up at Jiang Che without saying a word.

She just looked at him pitifully.

Her eyes were big and round, with a thin layer of moisture inside. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her lips pursed slightly as well.

"..."

Jiang Che had no choice but to turn around and go into the shop, where he bought her a room-temperature drink.

After wandering around for most of the day, it quickly became evening.

For the last stop of her journey today, Su Qinghe chose a coffee shop built on a rooftop.

It's called a coffee shop, but it's more like someone's private terrace that's been simply renovated.

There were only a few wooden tables and chairs, a few potted plants, and a few rows of small ambient lights hanging overhead.

But it is precisely this simple arrangement that gives this place an indescribable charm.

Moreover, they arrived just in time for sunset.

The setting sun sank below the rooftop, bathing the entire arcade complex in a warm orange hue.

The various scenes of the old town of Xiamen below are all intertwined at this moment, becoming as beautiful as an oil painting.

Su Qinghe took a series of photos with her phone.

After taking the photos, she opened the editing page of her WeChat Moments and found a screenshot of the strategy guide Jiang Che had made the night before as the accompanying image.

The caption is a small heart.

After sending the message, she placed her phone face down on the table, tilted her head and leaned on Jiang Che's shoulder, staring blankly at the distant horizon for a while.

I really hope this wonderful life can last a lifetime.

But Su Qinghe knew very well that this kind of life probably wouldn't last much longer.

But even if it won't be long, it still has to pass.

Whether it's one day or a hundred days, it's all the same. Save as many days as you can and store them all in your mind.

If she encounters unhappy things in the future, she can bring up these memories and chew on them repeatedly; they'll keep her occupied for quite a while.

Thinking this, Su Qinghe's initially depressed mood quickly dissipated.

……

Day three in Xiamen.

Su Qinghe got out of bed early in the morning, grabbed her notebook and pen cap, and ran to the balcony in her slippers.

The sea breeze rushed towards her from the front. She took a deep breath, then sat cross-legged on the wicker chair and opened her notebook.

After writing the date, she frowned and thought for a moment, then picked up a colored pencil and began to draw in the blank space.

The painting depicts a string of seashell wind chimes.

It was the string of skewers she looked at again and again in front of the grocery store yesterday, and finally gritted her teeth and put it back because of the 168 yuan price tag.

When she returned to the guesthouse last night, she found it on her bedside table after taking a shower.

Although we didn't see who put it there, there's only one person in the whole world who would do something like this.

Su Qinghe was stunned for a moment, then rushed out of the room to find Jiang Che and ask him in person when he bought it.

As it turned out, Jiang Che had just gone to take a shower. When he came out, he was so eager that he grabbed her and ran to the bed. The questions she wanted to ask him ended up being left unanswered.

Before doing so, she carefully hung the wind chime on the windowsill.

When the wind blows in, it makes a tinkling sound.

It sounds amazing.

And her skill at drawing wind chimes while she was leaning over the balcony table...

It's really hard to explain in a few words.

The seashells are drawn like dumplings, and the rope is drawn like earthworms. Overall, it looks more like a string of socks hanging on a clothesline than a wind chime.

Su Qinghe erased and drew again, drew and erased again, leaving eraser shavings all over the table, and the paper was rubbed raw.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she threw down her pencil and obediently wrote a line next to it—

"Ah Che secretly bought me something I couldn't bear to buy myself again. I've decided to pretend I don't even look at it from now on and see how much he can secretly buy in a day."

After she finished writing, she stared at the line of text for two seconds and thought to herself that she was a genius.

Just as he was feeling smug, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him.

Jiang Che had already washed up and changed his clothes. He strolled out in his slippers and saw Su Qinghe hunched over the balcony table, writing furiously. He instinctively moved closer to her.

Su Qinghe's ears are sharper than radar.

As the footsteps drew near, she reflexively closed her ledger and pulled it close to her chest, arching her back like an old woman with her hair standing on end.

Then she turned her head and glared at him warily, "Don't look!"

"Just take a look."

"No!" Su Qinghe hugged the notebook even tighter, tucking her chin in and pressing it firmly against the cover. "You're not allowed to look at it until 30,000 days have passed!"

Although the two initially agreed to exchange journals after finishing writing in them each day, Su Qinghe unilaterally changed her mind after arriving in Atlanta two days ago.

She felt that if they kept exchanging things like this, she wouldn't be able to write down some little secrets or complaints.

That's so boring.

So Su Qinghe righteously modified the agreement.

What could Comrade Jiang Che say in the face of Su Qinghe's shameless behavior?

After all, his goal from the beginning was to make his wife happy. As long as Su Qinghe was happy, he didn't care what he did.

So, faced with Su Qinghe's "food possessiveness," Jiang Che cooperated by raising his hands in a gesture of surrender, "Okay, okay, I won't look."

Then he turned around and went back into the house. When he came out again, he had a notebook in his hand.

Jiang Che also sat down on the balcony, opened his notebook, and wrote a few lines.

After finishing writing, he didn't say anything, but simply turned the notebook over and handed it to Su Qinghe.

Su Qinghe was stunned for a moment, then curiosity drove her to crane her neck and lean closer.

The handwriting in the blue notebook was neat and crisp, containing just one sentence—

"She drew a seahorse today, but it didn't look good; it looked more like a stunted tadpole."

Su Qinghe was immediately furious. "I clearly drew a seashell wind chime!! Not a seahorse!! And definitely not a tadpole!!"

Enraged, she snatched the blue notebook, rolled it into a tube, and threw it at Jiang Che.

"Jiang Che, you did this on purpose, didn't you! You're deliberately trying to make me angry, aren't you?!"

Jiang Che dodged while laughing, "Hey, hey, be careful, be careful! That's my journal. If you ruin it, I won't have anything to write in!"

"So what if it's broken?! Who told you to say my drawing looked like a tadpole?! Ugh, I'm so angry!"

A series of loud commotion on the balcony startled two sparrows that were perched on the railing, causing them to fly away.