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Time passed really quickly. They had all already aged.

Xia He and Qiao Mei chatted inside the house. Not long after, Xia Wen came in panting while holding his bag and the candied hawthorns. The candied hawthorns had melted and almost became stuck together.

"I'm old, I'm old… I can't even win a few children…" Xia Wen said resignedly.

Xia He walked over to help him with the bag and said mockingly, "You should go to the park to train with Grandpa Qiao. Your health isn't even as good as Grandpa Qiao's! When Grandpa Qiao plays the game of sandbags with these children, he can hit accurately even when he is sitting down."

Xia Wen said stubbornly, "Grandpa Qiao was a sniper back then! Of course he can throw accurately! I'm not a sniper, so I naturally can't compare to him."

Qiao Mei did not care about the siblings' bickering at all and focused on eating the candied hawthorns. Even though they had already melted, Qiao Mei still ate them happily.