After getting out of the station and exchanging a few words with his family, Peppa Pig went home. In the living room, he looked at Suihe curiously, because he usually saw the photos sent back by Suihe, so he knew that this was his brother, but what he wanted to see was his brother who was extremely brave in military uniform.

After chatting briefly in the living room, Professor Dong sent Suihe back to his room to get clothes and take a shower. He had been on the train for five or six days. Fortunately, it was almost the New Year and the temperature in the carriage was low, otherwise the child would have gone bad by the time he got home after so many days on the train.

Suihe followed Xingxing to the door of the room he came to, and saw a red paper pasted on the walnut door with the words "Welcome home, my dearest brother" written on it. It must have been written by Xingxing.

Pushing open the heavy door, the room was completely furnished. Professor Dong had meticulously arranged Suihe's room, its atmosphere radiating a distinctly European minimalist style. From the bed to the desk, from the lamp to the wardrobe, from the clothes to the shoes, even the ashtray on the desk—everything was brand new. Seeing all this, Suihe felt an immense warmth and happiness.

After taking a shower, Suihe put on the new cotton slippers that his aunt had bought him and walked barefoot. The soft floor was so comfortable. He walked to the window and looked at the night sky outside. The stars were twinkling, just like his mood at the moment, excited and expectant.

Her heart was filled with boundless gratitude towards Fourth Auntie. He knew that no matter where he went, home would always be his warmest harbor. This child, stolen from childhood and sent to Guanjia Village to be treated coldly, had grown up without love, without a childhood, and his heart was wounded. Professor Dong wanted to make up for what he had owed her. Some people use their childhood to heal their entire lives, while others spend their entire lives healing their childhood. She hoped it wasn't too late, that Suihe didn't need this. She wanted to warm this poor child with the love of her entire family.

Suihe walked around the room, then sat down at his desk, turned on the lamp, and began to sort his things. He took out the books he had brought with him from the army and arranged them one by one on the bookshelf. They were his spiritual food and the motivation for his study.

Inspired by this, he picked up a pen and wrote on the first page of his new notebook: "A new year, a new beginning. I will train hard, defend my country, and live up to my family's expectations of me."

At night, lying in bed, covered with a new quilt, smelling the scent of fresh sheets, and feeling the warmth and peace of home, he closed his eyes, his heart filled with anticipation and hope for the future. He knew that this home, this love, would accompany him through every spring, summer, autumn, and winter.

Early the next morning, Suihe followed Fifth Grandpa for a walk. Nowadays, Fifth Grandpa only eats three meals a day and then falls asleep.

The old man walked steadily and energetically, recounting interesting stories from the past along the way. Yihe couldn't help but laugh along. The sun shone on the two of them, warm and bright, as if time had slowed down at this moment, making people feel the tranquility and beauty of life.

He went to the street to buy some special breakfast from Beijing. Suihe had never been to Beijing, let alone eaten the "special" soy milk here. Looking at the soy milk and fried dough sticks bought by Fifth Uncle, he thought it was soy milk.

Back home, everyone was up and gathered in the dining room for breakfast. Xingxing wasn't going to school today, having taken a day off to stay home and play with her brother. She held the bowl of soy milk her mother had just prepared and, in her other hand, a fried dough stick, and placed them in front of Suihe.