Bright looked at her earnestly, "Sure, I stop."
Rose felt he meant it seriously, but she couldn't trust him since he had never been serious about such
kinds of things.
"Take a shower," Rose said in brevity.
"Yes, sir," Bright said and kissed her on the face.
Rose glanced at him bashfully, while he was overjoyed.
He opened the bag and took out the pajamas, and then Rose led him to the bathroom. In the
countryside, the water heaters were mostly electric.
"Sorry, that' all we can get here," Rose thought that he had never been to the countryside before.
He was born with a silver spoon and had the best living conditions. How would he experience the
poverty of the countryside?
Suddenly, Rose couldn't help but feel appreciated, and soon it turned into a sense of guilt.
The various emotions in her mind made her love him more.
She finally realized that it was because of her that he would come here. She was sure that Bright
pampered her because he loved her deeply, such a delicate man wouldn't have done so many things
that demeaned himself in such a place otherwise.
She ran away from him because she felt she had made mistakes and was too ashamed to face him,
but now he came from miles away to search for her.
He was not asking for a divorce. He was asking her to live with him for the rest of her life.
It would be so easy for him to find a wife, but he chose her. She believed he was not retaliating against
her but really wanted to live with her.
Rose thought she was so wrong.
From where could she find such a good man, and why would she want to push him away?
She reproached herself for not satisfied and determined that she would find a chance to reward him.
Bright put his clothes away and was about to close the door, but then he noticed that Rose was staring
at him.
Before he could say something, Rose went into his open arms, held his waist, and put her face on his
chest.
Bright though she was over-enthusiastic but felt joyful about it.
"Now that you want to hug me so much, why don't you take a shower with me?" Bright said.
"You wish," Rose disengaged from his embrace, "You go first. Call me if you need anything, I will be
waiting outside."
"If we do this together, we can save some water and energy," Bright held her arm and invited her
honestly.
"Don't be silly, Bright," Rose said slowly, "Stop wasting time. I can't take a bath until you finish."
Bright stopped and turned on the shower faucet. Rose helped him to close the door.
When he finished and left, Rose went into the bathroom. When they were ready to sleep, it had passed
10 p.m.
They didn't know it had been so late, but they did feel pretty exhausted.
Rose laid down beside Doris, and Bright held her in his arms. It was a happy family of three.
Bright was content, "It feels good to sleep with my wife. Do you know how tough the days were without
you?"
"We have a kid here," Rose pulled up the quilt for Doris.
"She has fallen asleep already," Bright tightened the embrace. He felt calm and relaxed smelling her
aroma.
This was the deepest sleep Bright had had in recent time. His wife was his best sleeping pill.
When he awoke it was 6 in the morning, while Rose and Doris were still in the dream.
Bright pulled out the arm pressed by Rose slowly and carefully and got off the bed without any noise.
Then he changed the clothes and left the room.
On his way to the bathroom to wash up, he found the light on the kitchen was on. When he finished the
washing he went into the kitchen and saw grandpa was preparing breakfast.
He was busying all along and saw Bright coming in, "Why don't you get more sleep? It is only 6 a.m. …
Is that because you can't get used to the environment here? I'm so sorry for making you felt
uncomfortable in the courtyard."
There was a sense of blame and loneliness with grandpa.
"No, grandpa, I sleep very well. It is my habit to jog in the early morning," Bright said wearing
sportswear, "You can ask Rose if you don't believe me. I do this every day unless I'm too sick to get up
early."
"Okay, so I won't bother you. When you come back you can have breakfast," grandpa said happily, "Go
ahead, and be safe."
After handleing about the cooking, grandpa was going to add more firewoods into the stove. Seeing
him bustled around in the kitchen, Bright said, "Let me help you."
"Don't worry, I can handle this myself," grandpa was putting firewoods into the stove, and his wrinkled
face was lit up by the orange fire, "You should go to jog."
"Let me light the fire," Bright walked to the stove instead of walking away. He didn't want grandpa to
work so hard.
"Do you know how to light the fire, Mr. Lee?" Sky got in and heard what Bright just said. He came here
because of the same reason as Bright.
From Sky's perspective, Bright might have seen this kind of wood-fired stove for the first time.
"There is always a first time in our life. I don't know how to light the fire, but I can watch and learn.
What's the problem?" Bright said calmly.
"It seems easy to light a fire, but in fact, it is a tricky job. But an excellent man like you can master it
quickly," Sky praised him.
"I don't think excellence and the mastery of lighting a fire are correlated, but I would like to give it a try,"
Bright helped grandpa up, "Let me do this, grandpa."
"But… The ashes are going to stain your clothes," he was hesitating whether he should let Bright do
this in his first visit.
"Don't push yourself too hard, I can do this," Sky approached the stove and crouched down.
"Can you do this?" Bright didn't believe Sky since he was also high-fed.
"When I was 18, I came to visit grandpa with Rose and learned it in the summer vacation," Sky
watched the fire in the stove, "You can go jogging now. I can take care of this."
Grandpa nodded and said, "Yeah, you can go. Don't worry, I got Sky with me."
Bright nodded at grandpa and left the kitchen.
When Bright was gone, grandpa asked Sky, "Is there any issue between you and Bright?"
"No, grandpa. We are fine," Sky said with a light smile and didn't tell the truth.
"Do you think grandpa is too old and stupid to notice the hostile between you and him, especially when
you were drinking at the night yesterday?" grandpa sighed, "Is it about Rose?"
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