Logically speaking, with such a family, the likelihood of Wen Qingyu becoming a star was small, but he indeed entered the entertainnt industry.
The specific motivation is unclear, and although the present Wen Qingyu has not regained his mory, he doesn’t seem too eager to do so.
Perhaps it was subconscious, or maybe it was unconscious, but he didn’t want to regain his mory.
It was his current warm and happy family that he wanted. Wen Qingyu always felt that regaining his mory would just add a dry recollection, nothing of great significance.
Therefore, from before the apocalypse when Su Zhiruan found him, until a few months before the apocalypse was completely over, his mory had never recovered, and naturally, he had no intention of recovering it.
*
Months quickly passed by.
Another sumr arrived.
Two weeks before Little Xiangsheng’s birthday, the heavy rain turned into a drizzle, and the drizzle turned into a fine misty rain.
This change nearly made everyone’s heart leap with joy.
Su Zhiruan was right, the apocalypse was truly coming to an end.
Even the FM radio broadcasts conveyed this joyous news, and people were nearly moved to tears every single day.
One week before Xiangsheng’s birthday.
The misty rain stopped, and there were several days of strong winds.
After the wind ceased, the sun, surprisingly and rarely, shone brightly!
This change nearly brought people to their knees in emotion.
The Sun.
After a year of continuous rain, where every day was damp, sticky, and moldy, suddenly, the warm sunshine fell upon them, and even their fingertips seed to dance with gentle light.
Many people wailed loudly.
Their cries echoed through the valley.
"It’s over, it’s finally ending!"
"Sunlight, it’s actually sunlight! How long has it been since we saw it, sob sob!"
"We, we actually survived! We survived all these disasters that were upon us!!"
To say that they had survived a great calamity was no exaggeration.
On the day of Little Xiangsheng’s birthday.
Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu, as per tradition, prepared a large table of delicious dishes.
The four-year-old lad had grown quickly in height, nearly reaching Su Zhiruan’s waist.
"Today, it’s our Xiangsheng’s birthday again, and it’s also the great day when the natural disaster ends, how wonderful," Su Zhiruan remarked with sentintality as she placed the cake on the table.
"Indeed," Wen Qingyu looked at the sunlight coming in, finally feeling the sense of a heavy burden being lifted from his heart.
Halfway through the birthday celebration, there suddenly ca noisy voices at the door.
"I’ll go take a look," Wen Qingyu volunteered to stand up.
"I’ll go too," Su Zhiruan followed along.
Seeing both mom and dad going over, Little Xiangsheng also made his way there.
As soon as Wen Qingyu opened the door, he saw that the fence outside was filled with people.
Upon seeing Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu coming out, the voices quieted down imdiately, falling into silence.
If one observed carefully, they would notice that these people’s faces were tear-stained, their eyes red.
"Boss—"
The middle-aged man at the front was the sa bespectacled teacher Su Zhiruan t when she first started building the base. He stood at the forefront of the crowd, calling her with grave respect.
"What is all this?" Su Zhiruan asked, puzzled.
And the next second—
The middle-aged bespectacled teacher solemnly knelt down, bowing in their direction.
Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu, holding their child, wanted to step aside.
But unexpectedly, the teeming crowd behind all knelt at the sa mont, bowing their heads earnestly.
The scene was incredibly powerful, with n and won, young and old, of all statuses and ranks, at that mont, wanting to do just this.
Xiangsheng, held by Wen Qingyu, watched all this with wide eyes.
"What are you doing? Please get up, please get up," Su Zhiruan extended her hand, attempting to get everyone to stand.
"We all know, if it weren’t for you, if there were no base, if there weren’t Mr. Wen and the others, what awaited us would be death, whether by starvation, freezing, drowning, or burning," soone refused to get up, looking earnestly at Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu, "Thank you."
Behind them, emotional won had long since started crying.
The vulnerable groups, when faced with a disaster, were always the first to be sacrificed; survival was not easy, but they t Su Zhiruan, they had the base.
Hearing their words, Su Zhiruan was sowhat distracted.
At first, she didn’t think too much about it.
She wasn’t from this world; coming to this world was rely to complete a mission.
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