"Can I go to the South border before New Year?" Qi Er thought about it; he could forgo other times, but he still wanted to spend New Year with his dad.
He didn't have his own mother, nor a home of his own, and had always lived with the Jiang Family.
He had once asked his dad why not buy a house for themselves, as he didn't have a home.
Dad said that they had a home, in Dingjing, where he was born, with the big vermilion gate and a plaque—Wu'an Hou Mansion.
Someday they would return.
Moreover, wherever his dad was, that was home.
Qi Er thought about it and agreed, so he didn't bring up the matter again.
Every year during New Year, with his dad and Nanny Su accompanying him, he felt like he had a home.
Yun Jiao looked apologetically at Qi Er, "The South border is very chaotic, children can't go."
Qi Er became a bit anxious, "So isn't Dad in danger?"
