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She will bottle and seal the jam one by one. Sometimes they will divide the jam into several portions and send them to their parents, to Mary and Tom, to neighbors and friends. Everyone likes Celine's jam. Good jam is made with heart.
Celine is a particularly thoughtful and willing child.
Today's high-sugar jam is too sweet, so she had to add lemon juice to season it. Juggling by herself, she accidentally spilled the lemon juice on the snow-white clean tablecloth. Suddenly, she remembered that Uranus loved an old lemon-yellow shirt, which had already been accidentally ironed with a hole in it before he went to prison and caused her great distress.
Uranus certainly wouldn't blame her, but Celine knew that even if she couldn't repair it, he would still wear it. She thought that before he came back, she had to find a way to repair the shirt as best as she could.
The knocking on the door was three long and one short, is it Typhoeus? It's time to make it clear, she was a bit helpless, took off the apron, step by step.
In the cat's eye, the face of a strange man was reflected vaguely, with long hair disheveled like a bird's nest that refused to be carefully built, not Typhoeus, she suddenly stepped back, never expecting the knocking on the door to suddenly become urgent - pat, pat, pat, pat - beep - she actually forgot to turn off the fire, her carelessness really helped her a lot. "Typhoeus, I forgot to turn off the fire, please wait!" Celine hurried to the kitchen, holding a knife in her left hand, and opened the door with her right hand, cautiously, but she was staring intently!
This person—whose sapphire eyes were hidden behind long hair.
"Celine, long time no see. Did you cut your hair?" The man touched his nose awkwardly and said, "Of course, short hair looks good on you too."
"I, Uranus, sorry, my hair has grown long. Celine, this is a not-so-great joke, right?"
"Maybe, can I come in...?" He looked at his still young wife, only to see her expression frozen, and the kitchen knife shaking in her hand, almost about to hurt her fragile knees. Uranus quickly grabbed the knife and threw it to the ground, ignoring the long-standing restraint between the couple.
"Oh, of course, come in, Uranus, this is your home," Celine said as if awakening from a dream, picking up the kitchen knife as she once picked up the fallen apples.
Time, to borrow the most common saying, spares no executioner. In their home, however, it seemed particularly warm, with more beautiful flowers, tidy sofas, and carpets. He led his long-awaited wife to the kitchen, where there were many jars of strawberry jam waiting to be sealed.
"Celine, the time for jokes is over. Perhaps today I will have the honor of receiving a fresh strawberry pie?" Celine's head buried in Uranus's warm heart, tears probably dampened the fabric on his chest, but it didn't matter—this moment, he finally felt like himself—Uranus was truly back, and Celine was there!
He would start a whole new life, he loved Celine, and where there is a loved one, there is a home.
Husband Uranus is back, Celine should be happy, she thought. But Typhoeus never appeared again, hiding away. She felt they could have had a proper farewell, but the excited Uranus seemed to have completely forgotten to appreciate this friend, not even mentioning his name.
Celine hesitated.
By now, it was no longer the season for wearing shirts, and Uranus did not inquire about that old shirt.
The leaves of the camphor tree, just one window away, fell onto her slightly open palm.
Originally, Celine planned to make some small rhubarb pies today. Since Uranus came back, daily life suddenly fell into a kind of calmness, although she no longer had to worry about those malicious glances, unexpected power outages, or the late-night knocking on the door. But the panic came without reason, very suddenly.
It's not a short time, but it can't be considered long either. Could it be that the sudden return of Uranus is so hard to accept? What if he hadn't come back? This is your husband, Celine.
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