# Chapter 046: The Whole Sheet Was Still There
Wu Chunhua didn’t save over the old spreadsheet; she kept a separate working copy. Once she opened up the quotation sheet, several row heights were uneven again, and one of the dates in the repair log wasn’t displaying in full. She compared the two copies side by side, found the cells that had originally been merged, and straightened them out one by one. At last, she could find the dates for several small jobs that had already been completed.
When Ye Yan heard her read out “fuse,” he turned and pointed out that the record for that power supply was on the next row. Wu Chunhua moved over, found the handover marker, and evened out the row heights again.
After working for a while, she reached for her cup, but Junzi’s parts list was covering the rim. He’d planned to check the things they’d need tomorrow at this table, and the list was spread out even wider than the keyboard.
“I just want to finish these two.” Wu Chunhua rubbed her wrist, her voice dropping. “I can’t find the old ones, and I’ve had to reprint the new ones over and over. I finally managed to find them, but there isn’t even room to stretch my arms. It’s so frustrating.”
Junzi picked up the parts list, glanced at the few lines left, and tucked it back into the notebook. He carried away the keyboard beside her, then moved the computer tower under the desk that was waiting to be checked, telling her to sit farther in.
“You handle it. Once it’s laid out, make it look a little better than the original, so people won’t say again that Xinyu’s price list is impossible to understand.”
He went around to the other side of the counter to check the order himself, taking his cup with him. Wu Chunhua could finally pull the mouse closer without having to get up and make room.
Little Yezi sat beside her, finding one item by date, then another by part. The words that had been squeezed out were all visible now, and the end of the quotation sheet fit on the same page too. She pointed out a line that was still overlapping the text below it. Wu Chunhua fixed it and asked her to close and reopen the file. Both sheets could be used as intended now, and the old files were saved separately.
Once she’d finished organizing things, Wu Chunhua called the old buyer back.
She told him that what they’d found was an old work USB drive Ye Yan had kept for himself. The family and shop records they’d identified this time could now be opened, but the faulty drive from the counter still hadn’t been recovered. The buyer paused for a moment, then said to call him if they found anything else later. She agreed, hung up, and went back to sorting the files.
Junzi let her use the shop’s work computer. It already had a lot of folders, so she created a separate folder for old records and put the selected original shop files and the repaired working copies in it. Little Yezi moved to that computer, opened the repair log, then found the quotation sheet. The columns they’d just arranged were all there.
Wu Chunhua came over to try it too. She found the row by date, located the fuse, and read to the end before nodding. Junzi put away the parts list and stood behind her to take a look. He pointed to a blank row and told her to enter new quotations there from now on, rather than showing people the old prices as they were.
She needed to take the photos home, so Wu Chunhua took out the USB drive she usually used to store files. She left the original contents on the drive, created a separate folder for home, and copied only that group of photos into it.
The child had been leaning on Ye Yan’s arm, but at the mention of choosing photos, she immediately sat up straight. She wanted the one by the doorway. The next one showed only the shop entrance, and she complained that she couldn’t see Daddy. She flipped past it, then asked to go back and check that she hadn’t missed anything.
Little Yezi told her to take her time. She’d been eager to ask Ye Yan whether they should check those old keys again, but now she simply dragged her chair closer to him and the child as they sat and looked through the records.
Wu Chunhua opened the group photo from the new folder on her personal USB drive, and the picture lit up again. The child looked for the baby first, then Daddy, and finally traced the doorframe on the right with her finger, stopping beside Aunt Lan’s shoulder.
“This part is in there too.”
“The whole picture is saved,” Wu Chunhua said. She closed the photo, unplugged her USB drive, and put it back in her bag. Then she asked Little Yezi to open that one from the working copy so the child could keep looking.
Ye Yan’s tool bag was still behind the chair. He glanced at tomorrow’s pickup slip but didn’t reach for the bag. He just moved the drawing the child had handed him to a clean spot and stayed with her as she looked for each thing in the photos. She wouldn’t even leave the tool bag by her feet alone, asking if it was Daddy’s. Ye Yan said it was, then pulled his current bag closer so she could compare them.
Little Yezi helped undo the twisted strap. The buckle was still a little tight, so Ye Yan threaded it through himself. The child had already turned around to urge him to look at the photo.
She sat down beside them, her shoulders finally resting against the chair back. Ye Yan turned his head and asked if she’d also been looking at the power supply back then. She gazed at her younger self in the photo and nodded, then lowered her head to straighten the child’s stool as it slid outward.
On the screen, the four of them were still crowded together by the doorway. The child had finished looking at the baby’s foot and handed the drawing to Daddy’s knee. This time, Ye Yan caught it and slowly unfolded the paper.