Ling Momo pouted and played coy, "I didn’t know the power would go out..." Her voice trailed off as she spoke, she bit her lower lip and said, "I’ll go and borrow again from the landlord..."
After saying that, she ran down just as she had before, then on her way back, she had a flashlight in her hand—probably from running back and forth twice. A layer of sweat hung on the girl’s fair and tender, playful nose tip, her smile exceptionally brilliant as she held the flashlight and shook it towards Li Qingshen, her tone carrying a touch of pleasing and obedience, "Teacher, I brought the flashlight!"
Li Qingshen stared at her face for a while, then silently lowered his head towards the electrical panel as Ling Momo quickly turned on the flashlight and illuminated it.
She was quite close to him, his faint breath continuously sneaking into her nostrils. Unable to help herself, Ling Momo turned her head and saw Li Qingshen focused, his fingers nimble and swift. In no time, he had sorted everything out, stood up casually, and Ling Momo foolishly followed, pushing open her home door, only to find the bathroom light was already on while the living room was still dark. Ling Momo was suddenly stunned, wondering if turning on the lights had burnt out a fuse, affecting the living room lights as well.
Li Qingshen, standing behind her, suddenly spoke, "The living room light is broken."
"I think I have a bulb, I’ll replace it!" Ling Momo pointed to the bathroom and said, "Teacher, the bathroom is over there, you can go wash your hands."
After saying that, Ling Momo moved a stool and placed it on the living room table, about to climb up when Li Qingshen, already beside her without a sound, looked up briefly, then stood up, took off his suit, and laid it on the sofa. Then he said to Ling Momo, "Hold steady."
"Huh?" Ling Momo was surprised.
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Immediately, he effortlessly stepped onto the stool, reached up, unscrewed the faulty bulb, slightly bent down, and handed it to Ling Momo.
Ling Momo stood on tiptoe, took it, and tossed it onto the sofa, then handed a good bulb to Li Qingshen.
Li Qingshen took it, positioned it, and started to install, while Ling Momo stood below, looking up at Li Qingshen handling these simple tasks, suddenly a touch of bewilderment flashed in her eyes.
When had she too yearned for such simple daily life?
Find a beloved man, marry, she looking after the house, he earning money, joining him at the door in the morning, then buying breakfast for them both, one for him, one for herself to hold, deeply smiling as she watched him go to work. In the evening, she would cook dinner, waiting for him to return home from work, and after dinner, he would wash the dishes while she watched with a smile.
Occasionally, when in the mood, she would run to the road he passed on his commute, and surprise him. She’d pretend it was coincidence, waving down his car, with a sly wink saying, "Oh, my dear, what a coincidence!"
He’d then smile, step out of the car, open the door for her, carefully buckle her seatbelt, take her for a nice meal, watch a movie together, and then walk hand-in-hand across the main street.
Of course, those simple daily tasks included him changing light bulbs while she steadied the stool—so simple, yet so blissful.
[Actually, I yearn for this kind of life too! Remember, find a man who can change light bulbs!]