The skylight is both the center of the house, and a small yard for planting trees and tying swings for children. She shared, in addition to the rough construction and interior design, she and her husband decorate and design small details, making the house more lively. The skylight part is like the heart of the house, a place for the children to have physical activities and learn through movement games. It is a small corner with a little sunshine, a little green, a little cool wind. The kitchen and dining room are connected to the yard and skylight, so she can do housework while keeping an eye on her children. The wall in the kitchen cabinet is hand-painted by Mai Fang. The pattern matches the paving stone in the yard. The dining table is assembled from many different sets into a complete set. The table is a large wooden board, attached with iron legs. In the dry season, she uses the yard to place a swimming pool, while in the windy season, the leaves rustle. On the skylight there is a sliding glass door, in the rainy season, let the rain fall on the yard. “Many people wonder why my wife and I spend so much space on the skylight. Because I want the children to have time to breathe in some fresh air, so that the older children can love and be proud of their own home,” said Ms. Detail of decorative flowers and grass by the owner. Camping at home. The fern tree in the yard combined with the pair of duck statues makes the home space closer and more rustic. The shelf on the refrigerator is Mai Fang’s husband to store dry or rarely used items. The side wall is painted green for the 2 girls to draw chalk instead of the regular board. The kitchen when the lights are on is very cozy, a place to witness the dear moments of the extended family. Hand-painted textures are quite similar to tiles. The owner’s kitchen table uses black to clean and not stain. The master bedroom has a large window overlooking the skylight. The female owner is an aesthetic person, so every corner is very delicate. The second floor has a desk, a study table for children and a mirror. Mai Fang’s daughter’s bedroom, the wall she painted with watercolors, acrylic colors. Bedroom decor cute, eye-catching with blue, white and rattan furniture. At leisure time, the children spread their toys all over the floor, but after they are done, Mai Fang guides them to clean the room themselves. Thanks to that, the room is always neat. Mother loved painting, so her two daughters also inherited that passion.

Touching the sound of the small rain outside the eaves, sobbing, remembering the distant childhood days. Round raindrops reflect the father’s low legs, carrying all the pots and pans to catch the leaking thatched roofs; The sound of the mother’s lullaby shivering from the cold, the thin arms embracing the child’s dream… Loving the mother’s bare feet bleeding when running, loving each wrinkle on the father’s forehead imprinted with the flash of lightning in the East… Everyone’s youth is like summer. But showers often come suddenly without warning. Therefore, the youth never gets wet a few times. The trembling hand held by the phoenix root on the day of parting, until now the warmth is still lingering. Bewilderedly watching the white ao dai disappear into the wedge-like stream of people, the back of my bicycle was only full of rain. The green promise hidden in the bag, do you remember or have you forgotten? Randomly meeting again, aimlessly calling the rain that year, people laughing, reminding them of children’s stories. At the end of the day, the showers filled the city with sighs. At the corner of the street, a hawker stood nestled on the porch of a house. Her eyes were immense as she looked at the white rain, the shriveled load lying in the old basket. Someone pumped a car quietly sitting on their knees at the foot of the overpass while the wind whistled overhead. The thin raincoat could not hide the bruised lips that were trembling from the cold. There was a woman with a hat on her back, riding a bicycle to turn a gray storm, guarding the three stations with all sorts of plastic bottles, cardboard, scrap aluminum. Any rain will stop. A fierce storm will return peace. Woke up this morning, the rain that had been pouring down all night washed away a clear morning. It’s been a long time since a child far from home has been able to breathe in the steamy smell of earth. The screams of the hawkers and the clattering footsteps seemed to be busier than usual. Sipping hot coffee, mumbling a few unlucky verses: “Rain connects heaven and earth. Rain connects me to me…”.