Yan Zhenyue touched the cloth bag and carefully examined the person in front of him.

He was a bit taller than him, with a straight nose and thick, dark eyebrows, vaguely resembling a familiar figure. His deep eyes held the same indifference as the Yan family.

The man's strong, tall physique was powerful and robust, clearly indicating that he had exercised a lot.

He couldn't imagine how much suffering that child had endured all these years since they left...

His fingers trembled as he tried to touch that face, but Yan Xiao warily turned his head away, coldly saying:

"Mr. Yan, you can check the items. If there are no problems, we'll go with the previous price."

Yan Zhenyue curled his fingers back, then composed himself and said, "I'm sorry, I lost my composure."

He lowered his eyelids, his hands trembling slightly as he gripped the cloth bundle. Suppressing his urge to acknowledge the person, he asked casually:

“Xiao… Comrade Xiao looks a lot like someone I know. Judging from your accent, you’re not from here, are you?”

Yan Xiao noticed his movements, ignoring the strange feeling in his heart, and simply said:

"no."

"From Anshi?"

"Um."

Yan Zhenyue suddenly raised his eyes, his gaze intense: "Are Comrade Xiao's parents still...?"

"Mr. Yan, let's only talk about the transaction. That's the rule."

Yan Xiao frowned and warned in a low voice.

Although he wasn't afraid of this man, he inexplicably didn't want to stay any longer.

Yan Zhenyue paused slightly, noticing the child's impatience, and sighed regretfully.

"Alright, ginseng that's over a hundred years old is quite rare, I'll pay double for this one. Could you leave your contact information so we can stay in touch next time?"

Yan Xiao said in a deep voice, "Just stick to the previous price, one thousand it is. As for contact information, if you need anything else, you can go to the outskirts of the city and find someone named Shishan."

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhenyue asked in surprise, "Comrade Xiao, is it inconvenient for you? I can contact you directly..."

"It's inconvenient," Yan Xiao interrupted him directly.

The man had no choice but to give up.

…

In the end, Yan Xiao, true to his principles, only accepted one thousand yuan.

The man seemed excited the moment he saw him, and then enthusiastically offered to take him home, but Yan Xiao refused.

Before today, they were complete strangers, but his reaction was as if he had seen someone he hadn't seen in a long time...

Recalling the man's vaguely familiar features, Yan Xiao dared not think too deeply about it.

…

Military compound.

The jeep drove in from the gate of the compound.

"Greetings, Commander!"

"Greetings, Commander!"

The man nodded to the sentry outside the car window.

The car then stopped in front of a two-story building.

Yan Zhenyue hurriedly got out of the car with a cloth bag and went straight to the master bedroom on the second floor.

In the bedroom was his wife, Lin Yingru, who had been transferred between several hospitals and had undergone more than a dozen surgeries, both major and minor, since returning home.

The once valiant female battalion commander, after so many years of wasting her life, is now skin and bones, weighing less than 70 kilograms despite being 1.75 meters tall.

It all stemmed from the last battle before returning home.

It is unknown what virus the enemy used during the battle, but the people in the very center of the smoke died instantly, bleeding from all seven orifices. Even those who took precautions were infected.

After that incident, many of their comrades developed symptoms such as fever and coughing up blood, although some with strong constitutions managed to pull through.

However, Yingru took a bullet for him, and her wound came into contact with the poisonous fog, which damaged her heart and lungs, leading to organ failure.

Upon returning from the border, neither Western medicine nor renowned doctors in the community could offer any solutions to Yingru's condition.

Now we can only raise them carefully using Brother Li's methods.

He suppressed his grief and handed the cloth bag to the female caregiver who was busy taking care of the patient in the room.

"Give this to Brother Li."

"Yes, Mr. Yan."

After the caregiver left, he stepped forward and held his wife's incredibly thin hand.

How are you feeling today?

Lin Yingru forced a smile, pretending to be relaxed, and said, "Much better... Brother Yue, I dreamt about Xiao'er last night..."

Yan Zhenyue's eyelashes trembled slightly. He thought of the man he had met today and wanted to tell his wife about the good news, but he hadn't investigated the matter.

He only judged based on appearance and approximate age; what if…

If the wrong person is mistaken, the wife may be disappointed.

Although deep down he was already absolutely certain.

The moment he saw the child, he knew that he must be a descendant of the Yan family.

He comforted his wife, saying, "You need to take good care of yourself. You'll see the child eventually."

After giving his wife her medicine, he put her to bed.

He had just left his room when he went downstairs to the living room and made a phone call.

"Help me look up someone, Xiao Yan, whose real name should be Yan Xiao."

"Yes, in Beijing."

— —

"Ayan, when you bring her back, why don't you bring her home for dinner? I'll go tell Tiezhu next door to bring Lingling over too."

"Okay. I'll cook when I get back, okay? I'll be right back."

"Uh-huh."

Wen Qinghe watched Yan Xiao leave, then went next door to call Feng Tiezhu.

Today, Hei Zi and Xu Xian came from Anshi, so we can all get together for a meal to welcome them back.

…

Siheyuan (courtyard house).

Four men were busy cooking in the kitchen.

Start the fire, wash the vegetables, chop the vegetables, and stir-fry the vegetables.

The group had a clear division of labor and worked in an orderly manner.

Three women sat in the courtyard, chatting and laughing while eating sunflower seeds.

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