I Have Yet to Become a Doll Today-Chapter 854 - : Visiting as a Guest
Chapter 854: Chapter 854: Visiting as a Guest
Bai Youwei was stunned when she heard this and asked in confusion, “They haven’t come back yet?”
Calculating the time, had it been three days, or four?
Staying in the labyrinth for so long was not good news.
“Should we go and ask?” Shen Mo suggested, “Leonid didn’t go with them; he got injured in the No. 4 labyrinth and is now in the medical area. We can find him and ask about the situation.”
Bai Youwei furrowed her brows and thought for a moment, “Never mind… even if we get the details, it’s no use. People in the labyrinth can’t be helped from the outside. Let’s just hope they’re lucky.”
“Maybe they’ll come out soon,” Shen Mo said reassuringly, “Fu Miaoxue has life-saving items with her, they should be fine.”
Bai Youwei nodded gently, her thoughts no longer dwelling on the matter, ready to get things in order and go to the Shen Family.
…
Chang Weicai marinated the chicken and placed it in the oven, put another chicken in a clay pot to stew, then changed into winter clothes, and along with Tan Xiao and Pan Xiaoxin left the house, following Shen Mo and Bai Youwei to visit the Shen Family.
He wrapped himself up securely, a thick scarf wound around his neck, his fish scales not showing at all.
Tan Xiao, who had been down for a long time, stepped outside and saw the festive decorations, which slightly lifted his spirits.
Before, when staying inside, he hadn’t noticed, but upon coming out, he realized how lively it was outside.
Staff from the Headquarters Building were bustling in and out with various decorations; the entire first-floor lobby was decorated in a fiery red, and there was a huge Christmas tree, presumably brought over from a warehouse of some mall, adorned with colorful gift boxes.
In fact, Christmas had already passed, and now they had just entered the New Year, but it wasn’t yet time for the Lunar New Year. The lobby was decorated in a Sino-Western fusion, with no specific holiday in focus, aiming simply for festivity and cheer.
Bai Youwei guessed in her heart that Chu Huaijin arranged these decorations, probably considering the timing of the next battle game.
—If some people are destined to not return, at least they would have reunited with family and friends before leaving.
The snow was still falling, snowflakes sparsely sprinkled down, the roads covered in a thick layer.
They drove along the white streets, along the way seeing many places with lanterns hung and the character for ‘blessing’ posted. While it was not as bustling and noisy as the city once was, it still gave off a sense of auspicious celebration.
Tan Xiao leaned against the window and watched for a while, sighed and said, “It looks like New Year’s festivities.”
He turned to ask Chang Weicai, “Old Chang, when is New Year’s?”
“If we go by the lunar calendar… it should be on the 25th this month, that’s Spring Festival,” Chang Weicai said.
“Just a few days before the next battle game,” Pan Xiaoxin looked at Bai Youwei in the front seat, “Sister Weiwei, if you go to the battle, you might have to spend New Year’s in the game.”
Bai Youwei turned back and smiled at them, “Then let’s treat today as celebrating the New Year in advance.”
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Chang Weicai remarked sentimentally, “Thoughts of home stretch a thousand miles tonight, hoary temples witness yet another year…”
After chatting casually in the car for a bit, they soon arrived at their destination.
Shen Mo parked the car by the roadside, the gate to the Shen Family’s courtyard was wide open. In contrast to the other homes decorated in red and green, this place seemed much quieter. The snow in the yard had been cleared to the sides, a clump of slender bamboo grew in a corner, and all around was peaceful and silent, as if the master of the house wasn’t home.
The group got out of the car one by one.
Shen Fei heard their approach and came out to greet them, his face brimming with smiles.
“I didn’t expect you to come so early, please come in. My uncle and father are inside, and a few other uncles will be here soon…”
As everyone entered the house and just stepped into the living room, they saw Shen Family’s eldest uncle by the table, writing with vigorous brush strokes, apparently attempting to compose a pair of Spring Couplets. He held his breath, his expression intensely focused.
Beneath the table lay a pile of discarded red paper.
