Number six.

Whoosh! A motorcycle zoomed past Wei Jimou, splashing the rainwater that had accumulated on the bumpy street for the past two days.

Mud splashed onto Wei Jimo's immaculately white pants in an instant, but he seemed completely oblivious, still engrossed in his focused gaze.

I took a few deep breaths heavily, adjusted my breathing, and began searching for my target everywhere.

I raised my head in confusion, looking at the intertwining of starlight and lights, the long and lonely figure, and the seemingly envious look in his eyes, filled with incomprehension.

Could it be that...

As I followed his gaze, I became increasingly puzzled. On a seemingly ordinary handicraft stall by the street, my father quietly made small handmade ornaments, while my mother played and frolicked with the children, keeping an eye on the stall. Occasionally, a few sporadic customers would approach and inquire, to which she would respond with a gentle and polite smile.

I leaned against the dirty and old wall, gasping for breath, and looked at the mottled traces that time had brought to this old street. I could hardly believe my eyes.

The street is very small, and there are not many people coming and going. So, soon, I found him at the end of the old street.

The setting sun has already fallen below the horizon, and the splendid evening glow has been replaced by twinkling stars. Wei Jimo, dressed in a blue shirt and white pants, stands quietly in the corner of the street, as beautiful as a static painting.

This is actually just a very ordinary family of three. Judging from their clothes, they even seem a bit poor. On this old street, such a family is as ordinary as can be.

Old and dilapidated urban area, old and dilapidated streets. This is a forgotten corner of this bustling city.

Looking at Wei Jimo's almost obsessed eyes, I seemed to understand something...

Under the dim yellow street lamp, the wife handed a cup of hot tea to her husband, accompanied by a gentle and peaceful smile. The couple smiled at each other, and then the wife lowered her head and gently kissed the forehead of the child in her arms, causing the child to giggle in her embrace.

I suddenly feel a bit confused...

How is that possible?

However, it doesn't make sense. He clearly walked in this direction just now, and there is only one road coming from that side.

At the end of this season, it seems somewhat unfamiliar, unfamiliar to the extent that I suddenly had a sensation of never knowing him before.

Could it be that I made a wrong judgment? Wei Jimo did not come here?

However, why is Wei Jimo so focused?

I shook my head, trying to shake off the absurd thoughts that suddenly came to my mind. A burst of laughter and cheers from across the street once again drew my attention back to the family of three.

Does he really travel half the city just to come and see this?

However, his gaze was firmly locked on the opposite side of the street, focused and lingering.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but in that moment, I seemed to feel their eyes calm and content.

Such satisfaction is a heartfelt happiness that cannot be bought with any amount of money.

What is it that made Wei Jimo so attentive?