Who I am doesn’t matter. I just want to write about the two babies from the perspective of a passerby. Wishing everyone an early happy Labor Day~

Who in their right mind would go traveling during the Golden Week of Labor Day?

Oh, right. Me.

After working overtime for N days, on the first day of the Golden Week, I was dragged onto a high-speed train to W City by my best friend. We squeezed our way out of the overcrowded station.

I shouted at her, “Where the hell are we going?”

She kept pushing forward, didn’t even turn her head. “First stop, guo zao!”

“Guo what?!”

Oh. Guo zao means breakfast.

God knows what kind of person eats breakfast at almost 11 a.m., but the whole alley was packed wall to wall. I was so shocked I took three steps back.

But we were already here, right?

Besides, my idiot best friend had already thrown herself into the crowd, waving at me like a fool. “Come, come, come!”

After lining up for twenty minutes, we finally got bowls of hot dry noodles and eggnog. We found a little table under the eaves and sat down to eat.

The sun was blazing today, practically melting my makeup off. After a while, a shadow suddenly covered us both.

My best friend and I looked up at the same time, trying to figure out what obedient cloud had done us a favor.

“Holy shit…”

It wasn’t a cloud. It was a ridiculously hot guy.

Tall and broad-shouldered enough to cast shade, wearing a gray T-shirt from some trendy brand, his sunglasses flipped around and hooked behind his ears. Even against the backlight, you could still see how handsome he was, and those dark, gleaming eyes of his.

Handsome enough to make my useless best friend draw a breath of cold air.

He spoke in perfectly clear Mandarin, voice deep and magnetic. “Mind if I share the table?”

He was holding a bowl in each hand and lifted his chin slightly to gesture at the two empty stools across from us.

“Y-y-yeah, of course,” stammered the beauty sitting next to me.

“Alright, thanks.”

“Yay!” a voice piped up behind him. That’s when we noticed there was another person standing just behind the hot guy. This one peeked out with his head tilted, eyes big and bright, pumping a tiny fist in the air with glee.

Whose adorable baby is this?!

The two of them sat down side by side. The space here was ridiculously cramped, and the two of them were sitting very close.

The big-eyed baby was staring eagerly at his boyfriend, waiting for him to mix up his bowl of hot dry noodles. His whole face screamed longing. They were leaning in close, his fair, delicate arm casually dr4p3d over the cool guy’s thigh—but the two acted like it was completely normal.

“Eat up.”

“Yay!”

The three people around me were all focused on eating, while I put down my chopsticks and just looked at this insanely well-matched couple in front of me.

I mean, yeah, I was eating too—but who could focus?

My best friend could really eat, though. Not a bad thing, eating well is a blessing. She got up and ordered another bowl of eggnog..

“You here on vacation too?” Big-Eyed Baby struck up a conversation with me while his husband finished off the rest of his noodles.

“Uh, yeah.”

He smiled with crescent-moon eyes. “Us too.”

I smiled back at him.

In my heart, I thought: Good baby.

They finished eating even faster than we did. We exchanged a few quick goodbyes before they stood up to leave.

As the cool guy stood, I noticed his brows knit slightly. He drew in a sharp breath and used his wife’s shoulder to steady himself as he straightened up.

His wife gave a soft “hmph,” and muttered helplessly, “I told you not to train legs right before a trip…”

As the two of them walked off into the distance, I saw the cool guy lean over and whisper something into his wife’s ear, and the baby’s face instantly turned bright red.

No way that was anything broadcast-approved, I thought.

Today’s itinerary was a city walk, since we couldn’t get into any tourist attractions.

What a coincidence, seriously.

In front of a milk tea shop on the pedestrian street, we ran into that same couple from this morning again.

My best friend and I exchanged a glance and lined up at the end of the queue, with a few people between us and them.

When it was their turn, the two of them huddled close together, ordering from a phone. I watched as the adorable baby tapped randomly all over the screen with his slender fingers, only for his husband to take the phone and helplessly delete a few items.

The baby was cold-faced and upset.

The cool guy reached out with his index finger and playfully hooked the soft flesh under his partner’s chin. He smiled dotingly, handed the phone back in a coaxing manner.

By the time we got our drinks, they were standing by the roadside. Both wore sunglasses under the sun. The taller one had a striking and handsome profile, while the shorter one had delicate, beautiful features.

Just standing there on the street, they drew countless looks.

The cool guy held two signature drinks topped with snow cream. The little cutie had an ice cream cone in his hand and was holding it up to his lover’s lips.

I think he said, “You eat first.”

“[tn content=Kdl]磕到了 (kē dào le) means I ship it.[/tn].”

“[tn content=Szd]是真的 (shì zhēn de) means They’re real.[/tn].”

I whispered to my best friend.

She turned to look at me. “What kind of incantation is that?”

In the evening at East Lake, and later on Bar Street at night.

I felt like I saw their familiar figures again.

They were strolling along the lakeside boardwalk, or maybe standing at the bar counter, sharing a special c0cktail.

The two of them were always inseparable, showing up in unfamiliar streets and alleys, enjoying their holiday together.