The night in the small fishing village is very quiet.
Under the warm yellow light, Blake sat cross-legged on the bed, concentrating on building Lego blocks. Mr. Han stood beside him for a while, then asked with mixed feelings: "You didn't let me pack my suitcase just to secretly bring Star Wars?"
"How could you bring it secretly?" Mr. Bai looked at him seriously, "Don't I even have this little bit of power in this family?"
"Of course, take whatever you want." Harper realized his mistake in time and picked up a book. "Then I---"
"Old Han." Blake hung on him like an octopus, saying affectionately, "I need you."
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