"Aunt, if you were granted a wish, what would you most hope for?" After a tearful reunion, Xiao Xian and Zhuo Feng sat in the courtyard of Yanqing Farm.
In just two years, the Yanqing that Xiao Xian saw now already had the appearance of a modern rural suburb.
Around the farm, new farrs gradually moved in. Many of them were about the sa age as Zhuo Feng and her husband, tired of the noisy urban life, preferring leisure in the suburbs.
These people, as they went through their own transformations, quietly changed this once desolate land.
Feng Xing’s singing while coaxing their son to sleep in the house was still clearly audible.
Zhuo Feng stroked Xiao Xian’s forehead, still feeling a dreamlike disbelief that Xiao Xian was alive again. During those hardest tis these past two years, she often thought of their first eting in Ge Village, and also Zhu Shijun, the old man she once resented. How much pain must he endure to hand Xiao Xian over to her?
"What do I most hope for? Your aunt isn’t very ambitious; I just wish for you to grow up healthy and never disappear like this again." Zhuo Feng said, choking up once more.
"Aunt, why have you beco so emotional? Or does becoming a mother make you learn those bad habits from Gua Liang?" The current Yanqing Farm had expanded in scale, Feng Xing collaborated with nearby new farrs to establish an "All Food Farm" centered around green fruits and vegetables.
The idea is that every part of the fruits and vegetables can be eaten without worry, from beginning to end. The range of crops grew from waterlons to rice and even so cash crops. Zhuo Feng’s son loves waterlon most, so he got the nickna Gua Liang.
With Little White Flood Dragon’s "Call the Wind and Rain" and the preserved old Silver-grade Space water, the farm’s harvest was bound to be bountiful.
Regarding Xiao Xian’s return, the calst one was Little White Flood Dragon. "Little master, you finally decided to return." Little White Flood Dragon complained upon seeing Xiao Xian, having loyally guarded here, aware that her presence never faded. The dragon only knew she was sowhere on Earth but couldn’t guess the hardships Xiao Xian faced these past two years.
Zhuo Feng was unaware of Xiao Xian and Little White Flood Dragon’s connection. Being lightly teased by her niece, she felt a bit embarrassed.
"You silly child, you were the one crying all the ti when you were little. Do you rember when you got lost at my old ho and almost passed out from crying?" Zhuo Feng wiped her eyes and changed to a happier tone.
"Did I go to Wen City?" A few minutes earlier, Zhuo Feng was regretting, saying Xiao Xian’s maternal grandparents would be overjoyed to know she was alive, "Didn’t you say you wanted to take to see Grandpa and Grandma?"
"You went when you were little, but there was an incident and your mom and dad argued. In anger, your mom took you away, and besides, you were only five or six, too young to rember," Zhuo Feng had almost forgotten Xiao Xian went to Wen City until her niece teased her crying habits, reminding her.
"Five or six? Doesn’t that an..." Xiao Xian’s voice trailed off, and Zhuo Feng’s face fell, hesitantly saying: "Yes, it was right before your dad went to Yunnan to do tobacco business. That ti, because of a fight with your mom, your dad impulsively went to Yunnan, later your mom followed him. After that, the incident with Zhu Shijun occurred, and Zhuo Ran and his wife didn’t even have ti to go ho to see their daughter, fleeing to Guangdong, then..."
"At that ti, Aunt was still in college?" Xiao Xian didn’t press further, only reflecting thoughtfully.
"Yes, I rember it was right after the Chinese New Year. Your dad wanted to take you to Wen City’s street celebration, ignoring your mom’s objections. Later, you got lost during the event, the whole family was searching for you everywhere. When we found you, you were terrified and fell ill afterward. Your mom blad your dad for his irresponsibility and took you back to Beijing that day. Upon returning, your grandfather also blad your dad, he then went straight to Yunnan, intending to start his career there," Zhuo Feng sighed, these old mories weren’t stories she wanted to share with Xiao Xian.
"So Aunt’s wish is for the family to be harmonious." Inside the house, a child’s cry ca, prompting Zhuo Feng to stand up.
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