The Sweetness of the Seventies
Chapter 168 Is it him? Is he crying? _1

Chapter 168: Chapter 168 Is it him? Is he crying? _1

He Tiantian washed the dishes and utensils, wiping them down with a clean cotton cloth before putting them away in the kitchen cabinet.

There was a lot of garbage in both the kitchen and the house’s trash cans. After cleaning them out, He Tiantian carried the two metal garbage cans to the large bin at the entrance of the alley. The garbage truck would take away the trash from there every day.

Since it wasn’t far, He Tiantian went alone without asking anyone to accompany her.

This alley had long been imprinted in her mind, very familiar to her. She could walk steadily through it without any lighting. Because the alley was narrow, it was a common understanding among neighbors not to leave items at the door to avoid tripping over them.

As He Tiantian walked, she hummed the lively "Purple Bamboo Melody"; cough cough, whether or not others would recognize it as "Purple Bamboo Melody" was beyond her control.

In any case, she felt particularly good right now.

If only she could stay home for New Year’s all the time, that would be even better.

However, He Tiantian knew this was impossible; the road ahead was long, and she had only walked a small part of it.

In her past life, her own cowardice and weakness allowed the already bumpy road to grow full of thorns and become muddy. But in this life, she wouldn’t let it happen again. She had a sharp machete in her hand to clear the path, and many helpers as well.

If she were to repeat the mistakes of her past life, she would rather smash her head and die than live a compromised life.

Arriving at the alley entrance, He Tiantian disposed of the trash and stood under the two big elm trees at the head of the alley.

In this season, the leaves of the big elm trees had already fallen, leaving only the withered branches that the piercing cold wind blew against, crackling as if they would break off at any moment. Even when sometimes, the fierce wind broke a branch, they didn’t mind, but chose to bide their time, waiting for spring to come again to bloom into life, showcasing their beauty and greenness.

These two trees had been around for hundreds of years and were incredibly strong; she too, wanted to be as resilient as a great elm tree.

He Tiantian touched the left big elm tree, then reached out to touch the right one.

How wonderful it was, through spring, summer, fall, and winter, over the long years, they had each other to depend on, to keep company with, and were never alone.

As He Tiantian was lost in thought, a tall and lean figure approached Dayu Tree Alley with a brisk pace. Just as he was about to enter, he noticed someone by the two cuddling elm trees.

About to walk around, he heard a voice that had haunted his dreams.

Is that her?

Huo Yingjie quickly walked over, wanting to see for himself.

He Tiantian was thinking, and by the time she sensed someone approaching, the shadow was already in front of her.

"Who are you?" He Tiantian asked hastily, retreating two steps backwards, hiding behind the big elm tree, hoping it would protect her from the sudden dark figure.

"Who are you?" Huo Yingjie also asked, but now, having heard He Tiantian’s voice, even though it was dark and he couldn’t see clearly, he was already sure it was her.

He Tiantian was taken aback as well, the voice was very familiar!

He Tiantian’s thoughts lagged behind Huo Yingjie’s by a beat. As she pondered who the person was, the man opposite to her strode over, grabbed her hand, and pulled her in front of himself.

"Finally back..." Huo Yingjie murmured, his arms held her with great force, as if he had found a long-lost treasure that he didn’t want to let go of.

He Tiantian’s body stiffened as she realized it was Huo Yingjie!

Her Brother Yingjie had come home too.

There was a time when He Tiantian also yearned for the warmth of this embrace!

He Tiantian tried to break free to see Huo Yingjie’s face.

But as she tilted her head to look up, she suddenly felt drops of water falling on her left cheek.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

Was it raining?

He Tiantian was puzzled, but she also felt the emotion coming from Huo Yingjie.

Was he crying?

He Tiantian’s heart was filled with a bittersweet feeling, a thousand words, a thousand sorrows, countless thousands...

In Huo Yingjie’s tears, He Tiantian found herself speechless, silently crying as she wrapped her arms tightly around the man crying for her, no, now still a young man...

After a while, his clean, lean, and well-defined hands gently cradled He Tiantian’s delicate face and slowly lowered his head.