Each family owns a separate house, most of which also have a garden, and some even have two gardens, one in the front and one in the back.
At that moment, the door on the first floor of one of the two-story houses was opened, and a small ball quickly rolled out of it.
The little ball took off running towards the neighboring house, like a cute sparrow, and pounced on the door, reaching out to knock "bang bang".
"Teacher Tang," Little Round Ball's voice was sweet and innocent, "My mom asked me to bring you some hot roasted chicken wings."
With a creak, the door opened from the inside, and a wave of warmth rushed out, making the little dumpling at the door comfortably squint its eyes.
"Come in, Little Walnut," the young man inside said with a smile that crinkled his eyes.
Compared to a year ago, his hair had grown longer, partially obscuring his beautiful chestnut eyes.
The smile in his eyes seemed even warmer, and his straight nose, when he looked down at the door, his thin lips slightly curved upwards, and he smiled with exceptional joy.
After he finished speaking, he stepped aside to let the child in the doorway into the warm room.
Little Walnut, almost eight years old this year, stood in the elegant and tidy living room, turned her head and gave the young man a bright smile.
He carefully took out the thing he was protecting from his bosom, which was wrapped in a piece of brown paper.
Little Walnut placed it on the coffee table, and her chubby little fingers slowly peeled back the kraft paper.
"Ouch." He couldn't help but reach out and pinch his ear. "Teacher Tang, come and eat, it's still piping hot."
As Little Walnut spoke, she turned to look at the tall, handsome young man and flashed a bright smile.
"Okay." The young man smiled slightly at him and slowly walked to the coffee table to sit down.
He wore a soft, light brown wool sweater, black trousers, and his short black hair was neatly trimmed, with only his bangs hanging down slightly, partially obscuring his left eye.
When he smiles, he has two small dimples on his face, making him look exceptionally handsome.
Little Walnut stared blankly at him.
There is no one more attractive than a young person on this planet.
Moreover, the other person knows so much; they can tell him many wonderful stories, make delicious snacks and dishes, and even make wooden swords. They will patiently teach him fighting techniques...
In a child's eyes, the other person is almost like a god.
So whenever his mother made something delicious, he would always think of "Teacher Tang" first and quickly bring it over while it was still hot.
The young man sat down at the coffee table. The meat pie was wrapped in brown paper, and the rising steam brought out a fragrant aroma of food.
He reached out and picked one up, then turned to look at the small walnut.
The child knelt on a mat on the floor, obediently lying beside the coffee table, his hands resting on the table, supporting his still slightly chubby chin, his bright eyes wide open, looking at the young man with anticipation.
The young man, with Microsoft in his heart, couldn't help but smile slightly.
He reached out and pinched Little Walnut's cheek, then handed him the first pie: "Here, this is for you."
The child shook his head vigorously: "This is for the teacher, I have more at home."
"Eating alone is no fun, will you eat with me?" The young man smiled slightly, his voice becoming gentler.
"But……"
"I also made fish soup," the young man said with a smile. "Winter is best with pies."
As he spoke, he got up and went to the kitchen, serving a bowl of fish soup for the child and himself.
A sweet aroma, accompanied by the rising steam of the milky white fish soup, began to fill the room.
Add to that the aroma of the pies, and the living room, though small, felt incredibly cozy under the soft lighting.
The young man rested his chin on his hand, watching Little Walnut happily finish the fish soup and pie, and finally let out a satisfied burp.
He couldn't help but chuckle again, and reached out to ruffle the other person's hair twice.
The child's soft, short hair brushed against his palm, and the young man's gaze gradually dimmed.
Little Walnut obediently put down the soup bowl, went to the kitchen to wash her hands, and then returned to the living room.
He came here many times throughout the year.
At first, he was a little scared because the young man who suddenly moved next door to him didn't look like the uncles he was used to.
But children have the most acute and innocent intuition, and he soon realized that the young man liked him and welcomed him to his home.
Gradually, Little Walnut went from visiting the young man once a week to now coming here almost every day whenever she has time.
Although he was not yet eight years old, he vaguely felt that the young man sometimes looked at him strangely.
She was clearly looking at him, yet it seemed like she wasn't.
Talking to him at times like these usually goes unanswered.
Little Walnut was already used to this kind of interaction. He obediently continued to sit and even took out the book that the young man had prepared for him and began to read it seriously.
The book is mainly illustrated, so even he doesn't find it boring or difficult to read.
About half an hour later, the fire in the fireplace suddenly made a "crackling" sound.
"Sorry..." The young man seemed to only then come to his senses.
He smiled slightly at Little Walnut and said, "I was just lost in thought."
“Teacher Tang, you don’t need to apologize.” Little Walnut looked up at him. “My mom said it’s because she misses the person she wants to see.”
He smiled a little mischievously: "Mom sometimes misses Dad, and she does that too. I understand."
The young man's expression was somewhat gloomier than before. He silently ruffled Little Walnut's hair again, and seeing the other person deliberately acting like a little adult, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Teacher," Little Walnut put away her picture book and sat up straight, "Are you also missing your father?"
The young man couldn't help but laugh.
He sighed softly, shook his head with a smile, and looked at Little Walnut's eager expression as he listened to the story. He said gently, "I miss my son."
He held out his hand and gestured roughly: "He's two years older than you, so he should be this taller than you now..."
As he spoke, he gestured to his chest, saying, "He's also a handsome young man who likes reading and fighting..."
...Right now, he should be receiving the best education and meticulous care on the most prosperous capital planet of the Galactic Empire.
The young man silently added to this in his mind.
He turned to look out the window. Snow had started falling again sometime earlier, and the sky had darkened, making it almost impossible to see anything in the distance.
Of course, they also couldn't see the person who was far away on the capital planet.
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"Teacher Tang!" Little Walnut saw the snowflakes falling outside the window, skipped and jumped to the window, pressed her little face against the glass, and looked out excitedly, "Wow! The snow is even heavier today!"
He laughed happily and said, "Then after the snow stops, I can have a snowball fight with my friends. Teacher..."
As he spoke, he turned to look at Gu Tang and asked expectantly, "Can you come with us?"
Little Walnut's voice was light and cheerful, her eyes bright and full of expectation as she looked at Gu Tang.
His hair was a soft caramel color, which made his chubby little face look even cuter, like a red apple.
Her little hands were propped against the window, her eyes wide open.
A sudden wave of tenderness washed over Gu Tang.
"Okay." He nodded with a light laugh.
"Great!" Little Walnut cheered, skipping and jumping to Gu Tang's side, where she sat down on the carpet next to him.
His family knew he was coming to Gu Tang's place and were very reassured about him.
Little Walnut picked up a picture book and began to look at it carefully.
His small body leaned against Gu Tang's legs, soft and warm.
The room became quiet, with only the crackling of the firewood in the fireplace and the occasional sound of Little Walnut turning the pages of a book. Everything seemed so peaceful and beautiful.
Gu Tang listened to all of this with a smile, his gaze fixed on the window.
The sky grew increasingly gloomy, the snowflakes grew larger and larger, the entire planet was enveloped in swirling snowflakes, and the snow on the ground accumulated more and more.
The view outside the window gradually became blurry.
Gu Tang then turned his gaze away and quietly looked at the child nestled beside his legs.
Little Walnut leaned against his legs, having fallen into a deep sleep sometime earlier. His long eyelashes drooped, casting a small, faint shadow on his chubby little face.
Seeing the half-finished picture book fall onto the carpet, Gu Tang bent down to pick it up, turned to the page, and found it depicted winter in the Galactic Empire.
The scene also shows snowflakes falling, enveloping the bustling and splendid capital city.
There is no winter in the capital city.
Gu Tang couldn't help but smile slightly. There, spring-like weather prevailed all year round, and all the storms, heavy snow, and scorching sun were kept outside the capital star.
However, he himself grew up looking at such picture books. Before going to the capital city for the first time, Gu Tang also thought that there were four distinct seasons there, with beautiful spring, summer, autumn and winter like a painting.
He closed the album and gently ruffled Little Walnut's soft hair.
His caramel-colored short hair brushed against his palm, slightly itchy and cool.
Just then, there were several rhythmic knocks on the door.
Gu Tang guessed that Little Walnut's mother had come to find him because the snow was falling heavily.
He patted the child on the shoulder, watching as the child opened his sleepy eyes and looked at him blankly.
"Your mother has come to pick you up." Gu Tang said gently, reaching out to pinch Little Walnut's chubby little face, and then took his hand to stand up.
"Oh." Little Walnut nodded obediently, gripped Gu Tang's big hand tightly, and followed him slowly toward the door.
"Teacher Tang..." The child had just woken up, his voice still a little sticky and coquettish, "...I just dreamt about my dad."
He murmured to himself.
When the word "Dad" was mentioned, even the usually cheerful Little Walnut's expression turned somewhat somber.
Gu Tang's hand, which was holding his, stiffened slightly, and then the child said again, "I...I already..."
He rubbed his eyes. "I can hardly remember what my dad looks like. Teacher, everyone says my dad won't come back."