Zhou Guifang's eyes reddened as she heard these words: "Those early years were indeed tough, but we persevered and became successful. The bitterness has turned into sweetness now."
When Luo Siyan returned, it was already late. Hearing the sound at the gate, Luo Qiao got up and went out to the yard: "Third Brother, you're back."
Upon hearing his sister's voice, Luo Siyan spoke softly, "Why haven't you gone to bed yet? Didn't I tell you that you just needed to leave the door open for me?"
Luo Qiao replied, "I haven't fallen asleep yet. Grandma saved some dumplings for you; they're being kept warm on the stove. Do you want to eat some?"
Luo Siyan had eaten before hurrying back, but by the time he reached the city, there were no more buses, and he had walked all the way home. The dinner he ate had long been digested.
Warmed by what his sister said, he responded, "Okay, I'll just go to the kitchen myself. You should hurry up and go to sleep."