He scratched his head again, looking embarrassed: "I am, I am..."
Xizeer saw two maids holding a piece of red silk cloth, struggling to cut it. Xizeer said, "Go, you have strength, tear this cloth apart..."
"Oh... "
Yousheng quickly went over, took the cloth from the two maids, and tore it apart in a few tugs: "Brother, does this work?"
Xizeer nodded: "It's fine, let's go, let's eat first."
At the dinner table, there was no one else, just the two brothers.
Yousheng asked: "Where's Dad? Where's Grandpa?"
"He's coming back in the afternoon."
"Oh."
Xizeer said: "Eat more, we still have to do stuff outside later."
Yousheng nodded repeatedly, as if he might not worry about studying anymore because he'll be busy outside later.
Yousheng felt a small happiness inside, not daring to show too much excitement.
After lunch, Xizeer took Yousheng to the yard to start setting things up, wrapping lights around the trees and taking out prepared fireworks, lining them up in the grass.
