A week later.
On this morning, it was snowing heavily in the streets.
A familiar piece of music was playing in the vicinity of Zhang Ye's Studio. On one side, the aunties had taken a corner of the garden and were plaza dancing. On the other side, Yang Shu was leading the uncles from the neighboring neighborhoods to practice Taiji Fist. The two parties did not encroach on each other's territories and over the course of many daily encounters, it had always worked out peacefully.
"Eh, Senior Bro!"
"Little Yang, you're practicing Taiji?"
"Yup."
The moment he spoke, everyone turned to look at him.
"Zhang Ye is here."
"It's Little Zhang!"
"Heh, you're totally different after your wedding. You look so much more spirited."
"Teacher Little Zhang, happy marriage to you."
"Your wife is really beautiful. You're very blessed."
"You're back from your honeymoon already?"
"When are you going to try for a kid?"
