t the closeness between He Jianguo and Jiang Yan stemmed solely from their shared experiences, not from any emotional entanglement. 。They all know that finding a true soulmate is not easy. He Jian Guo..."You know, that child is the life you took from Death itself..."

When I got back, Niang and Liao Jun were discussing something. They had a distant relative who urgently needed a healthy heir. If this child couldn't return home, perhaps he could be their hope. 。I think this matter is progressing, after all, the child's blood relationship is there. Sending him away directly might bring unexpected consequences. 。He Jian Guo noticed her decreased appetite. He gently stroked the bottom of the bowl, decisively taking it over and personally feeding her. 。This is a good deed. 。Jiang Yan leaned in to listen to the sounds outside, confirming that Lu Hong and Zhang Qingfang had already fallen asleep. Then she shared her new insight from today: "I just had a thought about the possibility of Dragon Diagram hiding a map clue..." 。This idea is bold, but the possibility is not nonexistent. 。However, we are still proceeding with caution. I will apply to the organization for a camera tomorrow and study it frame by frame. 。I think the high-level disputes might last for a long time. We might as well wait and see, and talk again in a few years. 。At that time, if returning to the city was impossible, I would strive for formal status and find a job, at least to do something practical for the people here. 。He Jian Guo had no objection to the lives of farmers, but he understood the importance of power. This way, he could protect himself and his fellow villagers, and build a carefree future for Jiang Yan. 。"I agree, before the college entrance exam, we were here exploring the secrets of Mount Dahe." 。Jiang Yan nodded in agreement and decided to stay. 。Then tomorrow we will finalize the land with Uncle Niu, I chose a place right next to the field path and it's not too far from Third Uncle's house. 。He JianGuo smirked, and finally uttered the proposal he had been brewing for a long time. 。Seeing Jiang Yan suddenly realize and clap his hands, he couldn't help but laugh. He enjoyed this sweet torment, willing to pay anything for it, even if the outcome was unknown, it was enough to make him happy all day. 。"Grandpa and grandma have only been gone for a year, let's wait a little longer, they are the people closest to me" 。Jiang Yan panted, ending the playful bout. He sank back into He Jian Guo's solid embrace, softly confessing his feelings. 。I will wait for you, no matter how long. 。He Jian Guo gently stroked Jiang Yan's soft hair, his heart full of love for her. 。Such a delicate and charming girl should be cherished and protected from any harm or disturbance. 。From this moment on, he decided to entrust her happiness into his hands, to shield her from wind and rain. 。Jiang Yan's mood recovered quickly, the trivial worries of life were like passing clouds and smoke, and in a blink of an eye she had regained her former vitality. 。Although He Jianguo still had some reservations, he finally let her rest at home all day. This made Jiang Yan feel incredibly empty, as if time were frozen in silence. She almost felt like she was going to grow mold. 。Though Lu Hong and Zhang Qingfang couldn't undertake heavy physical labor, during this period they actively participated in the village's handicraft activities. They wove clothes and sewed quilts with the villagers. Even Zhang Qingfang, who usually liked to stroll the streets, settled down and followed Niu Da's mother to learn knitting skills. Those wide stitches, Jiang Yan guessed, were probably for her family or Liao Jun. 。Unexpectedly, Zhang Qingfang, who appears to be carefree and jovial, exhibits a meticulous attitude in matters of the heart. 。Although she had brief relationships with several young intellectuals in the past, she always kept her distance. This self-restraint and care undoubtedly became her unique charm. 。Her seriousness about relationships was truly impressive. 。"Zhang Qingfang, are you there" 。Jiang Yan was lazily holding a cat, basking in the sun and feeding poultry. He heard someone calling Zhang Qingfang's name from afar. 。She looked up and saw the doorway was filled with curious faces, one in particular standing out. 。"Hey, it's you!" 。The girls who had been peeking at the door, upon seeing Jiang Yan, immediately pushed it open. One of them rushed in excitedly, her eyes filled with astonishment. 。"Do you still remember me On the train in Jinan, we shared the same sleeper berth..." 。Her words were filled with joy, like a child's elation. She tried to reach out for Jiang Yan's hand, but her attempt was interrupted by the cat's protests. 。"I truly remember, Song Weihong, it's so nice to meet you." 。Jiang Yan was secretly delighted. Song Weihong's safety meant her worry had been unnecessary. Most people harbored good intentions; she just felt a degree of guilt towards the old woman and her grandson. 。However, this brief moment of comfort was shattered, but she still felt grateful. 。"I feel the same way, if it weren't for you, I might have already..." Song Weihong was emotionally charged, her eyes were red. Her experience left everyone present speechless. 。Jiang Yan frowned, she understood what had happened. She felt a little helpless towards the young girl's enthusiasm, so she quickly changed the subject, beckoning the other girls to sit down, and even took out a basket of snacks for everyone to share. 。The basket was filled with melon seeds, peanuts, candy, and specialties brought by Song Weihong from Shandong. There was also a plate of sugar-coated peanuts carefully made by He Jianguo. That was made with half a can of sugar and oil; if it weren't for their extra tip, Lu Hong would probably sigh in pain at the thought of it. 。These five young women were all educated youths. Two of them had a close relationship with Zhang Qingfang. Taking advantage of the slack farming season, they came together to visit. Song Weihong was visiting her cousin, and these lively and cheerful girls naturally blended into the gathering without any awkwardness. 。"After getting off the car..." Song Weihong sat down beside Jiang Yan, beginning to recount that terrifying and thrilling visit home. It was as if it was a story yet unfinished. 。On the train bound for Jinan, Jiang Yan's tales of strange and unusual events initially did not capture Song Weihong's much attention. 。However, as the train reached its destination, everyone disembarked. Song Weihong happened to meet an elderly woman she had shared a carriage with earlier. The woman was anxiously trying to soothe her grandson who was becoming restless due to needing to use the toilet. 。"The old woman asked me to watch her luggage," Song Weihong recalled, "So I patiently waited, but when she came back, there were two strange men behind her who forcibly tried to take me away." 。Though Song Weihong's story was filled with terror, her sharp tongue and dramatic flair made it feel like a suspenseful novel being narrated. 。Her eyes flickered with fear, yet also radiated bravery, causing her companions to hold their breath in awe. 。"I questioned their purpose, but they ignored me, I had no choice but to shout for help" 。The old woman actually claimed I was her abandoned child and said some vicious things. I was both angry and helpless, tears and sweat mixing together, until I saw a soldier. Suddenly, I remembered Jiang Yan's story and shouted that they were spies with dangerous items in their bags. 。Song Weihong's voice rose with emotion, as if those evil forces were right in front of her, causing the crowd around her to tense up instantly. 。Mentioning "spies" and "bombs", the sensitive topics of that era instantly ignited the atmosphere at the scene. People gathered around, ignoring the old woman's explanations. 。Finally, the police arrived. Song Weihong explained her ordeal to them. Although she was reprimanded, she stood her ground. The police then escorted her home. 。At this moment, Song Weihong had just let out a sigh of relief when a melon seed slipped from her grasp and was interrupted by Zhang Qingfang's surprised greeting. 。Zhang Qingfang, when did you come 。Song Weihong was startled by this sudden surprise. Her friends chided her for being too tense and warmly welcomed Zhang Qingfang's arrival at the same time. 。

Let me know if you'd like me to translate something else!ains. The once glittering money tree, bathed in sunlight, seemed to be reborn from fire, its surface shimmering with a kaleidoscope of colors, leaving the onlookers speechless. Many, filled with awe,...