That day, Xie Yuyao lay lazily back in her chair, holding a high school Chinese textbook in her hands, casually flipping through it.

The radio on the table next to them was broadcasting the proceedings of the Eleventh National Congress of the Republic of China.

Zhao Honghui walked in carrying a plate of cherries. He leaned against the table, picked up a cherry, and held it to Yao Yao's lips: "Yao Yao, have some fruit."

Xie Yuyao opened her mouth, but bit into nothing.

Seeing Zhao Honghui pull his hand back in amusement, Xie Yuyao put down her book and grabbed his arm to snatch it.

While dodging, Zhao Honghui lost his balance and fell backward onto the table. Xie Yuyao pounced on him, her soft fragrance filling his arms. Zhao Honghui's gaze turned fiery again, and a certain part of his body began to rise.

Sensing danger, Xie Yuyao hurriedly tried to get up, but was held firmly in front of a strong chest by a powerful arm. With a roll, they switched places.

"How could you do this... Waaah..."

In their playful antics, the two knocked over a bottle of red wine on the table. The bottle rolled to the ground, the deep red liquid slowly flowing out, and the aroma of the wine rising in the air.

Zhao Honghui ultimately failed to see things through to the end.

The radio broadcast the announcer's clear and resonant voice, declaring to the nation that the digital aid program had come to an end and that building China into a modern and powerful nation would be the fundamental task of the new era.

This major news instantly caught Zhao Honghui's attention. After hearing the news, he excitedly picked up Yao Yao and spun her around, causing Xie Yuyao to scream repeatedly.

This era has endured a long period of darkness, and now it has finally seen the light of day again. As an indigenous person, Zhao Honghui has witnessed too much sorrow since he was old enough to understand things, and now the time for his rehabilitation has finally come.

"Let's go tell Professor Sun and Professor Feng." Xie Yuyao tidied her hair and clothes, and pulled Zhao Honghui outside.

Now that it's harvest season, many employees of medicinal herb and dried fruit factories have been reassigned to work in the fields, and clinics have also temporarily closed.

Mr. Sun and Professor Feng were doing some light work in the threshing ground. As for Mr. Sun, he had been relieved of all the dirty and hard work since he started working at the clinic.

After Xie Yuyao called the brigade leader in Beijing to support the opening of the tutoring class, the status of Professor Feng and his wife changed, and all the work of taking care of the cattle was handed over to them.

Now that the situation is becoming clearer, educated youth and young intellectuals from neighboring villages who have heard the news are coming to ask them questions after work, and the couple has become very popular.

Xie Yuyao and her companion found the three of them at the threshing ground and told them about the news. Teacher Chen was so excited that tears welled up in her eyes: "Then can we go home soon?"

"Yes, the policy will be released soon," Xie Yuyao said firmly.

"That's great, Lao Feng, we've finally made it through!" Teacher Chen choked up.

Professor Feng patted his wife on the back, suppressing the bitterness in his heart: "Hang in there a little longer, it will be our turn soon."

Mr. Sun's eyes also reddened with emotion. He hadn't been able to reunite with his family for seven or eight years, and he didn't know if his family members scattered all over the country were still doing well.

After that day, everyone eagerly awaited the news. The first to be exonerated was Old Sun. The moment he received the notification, his white hair flowed with tears, a heartbreaking sight.

Xie Yuyao was worried about the elderly Mr. Sun traveling alone for three days and three nights by train back to Shanghai, so she discussed with Zhao Honghui the possibility of giving him a ride.

To her, Master Sun was a mentor in name only, and she could only feel at ease after sending him to her family.

Zhao Honghui also respected Old Master Sun and was just as worried as Xie Yuyao, but the long train journey was tiring, and he couldn't bear to let Yao Yao go with him: "I'll take him by myself, you wait for me to come back at home."

"Are you willing to give it up?" Xie Yuyao asked with a coquettish smile. This person, who was like a jackal and tiger every day, has finally returned to normal?

Zhao Honghui placed a kiss on his lips: "Of course I'm reluctant, but I don't want you to suffer even more."

"How about we take this opportunity to travel around Shanghai?" Xie Yuyao's heart softened. This trip would basically take ten days or so, and she couldn't bear such a long separation.

So the newlyweds decided to set off together.