Her nagging words of advice were filled with a mother's concern and reluctance to part with her child. Chen Nian listened patiently, nodding occasionally in response, his eyes filled with understanding and gratitude. He knew that every word his mother said was brimming with love.

Shen Tingzhou also used his free time to take Shen Nian'an to buy a computer and some study materials. He patted his son on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Nian'an, when you get to university, you must learn to think independently, distinguish right from wrong, and establish a correct outlook on life and values. Dad doesn't ask you to be very successful in the future, I only hope that you can become an upright, kind, and responsible person."

"Dad, I'll remember." Shen Nian'an nodded vigorously, keeping her father's words in mind.

Shen Nianxi also couldn't bear to part with her brother. She drew a picture for him herself, a group photo of the four of them. On the back of the picture, she wrote: "Brother, I will miss you. Please call me often and come home early during the holidays!"

Looking at his younger sister's childlike handwriting and whimsical drawings, Chen Nian'an's heart was filled with warmth. He ruffled his sister's hair and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll definitely call you often, come home to play with you during holidays, and bring you delicious treats."

As the start of the new school year drew closer, the atmosphere of farewell grew stronger. Lin Wanqiu felt a mixture of reluctance and anticipation. She was reluctant to let her son leave her side to study in a distant city; but she hoped even more that he would achieve academic success at university and realize his dreams. She knew that children are like fledglings whose wings are growing strong; one day they will leave their parents' embrace and fly to a wider sky.

The day before their departure, Lin Wanqiu took Shen Nian'an to the Hongqi Production Brigade. This was the starting point of her rebirth, and also the place where she and Shen Tingzhou worked together. Today, the Hongqi Production Brigade was no longer the poor and remote place it once was. The villagers were doing well by growing cash crops and working at the "Natural Taste" food workshop. Every household had built new tiled houses and bought new furniture.

Looking at the familiar scene before her, Lin Wanqiu was filled with emotion. She led Shen Nian'an to the site of the old mud-brick house where they had lived years ago. Now, crops had been planted there, a lush green expanse full of life. "Nian'an," she said softly, "your mother lived here, struggling to make ends meet. Back then, my greatest wish was for you to have enough to eat and wear, and to grow up safely. I never imagined that in the blink of an eye, you would be admitted to a prestigious university and go to study in a big city."

Looking at the land before him, Shen Nian'an was filled with emotion. He had heard his mother's stories from back then and knew how difficult it had been for her. He held his mother's hand and said firmly, "Mom, I know you suffered a lot back then. Don't worry, I will study hard when I get to university and take good care of you and Dad in the future, so that you can have a better life."

Tears welled up in Lin Wanqiu's eyes, and she nodded vigorously: "Mom believes in you. Nian'an, no matter how high you fly or how far you go in the future, never forget your roots, never forget the people here. It is this land that nurtured us, and it is the people here who helped us in our most difficult times. We must know how to be grateful."

“I understand, Mom,” Shen Nian’an said solemnly.

Many villagers gave Shen Nian'an a lot of local specialties, urging him to take good care of himself, study hard, and come home often. Shen Nian'an thanked them one by one, his heart filled with gratitude.