Song Darong secretly observed Song Fanxing for three days and did not find any older men around her.

He had no choice but to go back first.

When Song Darong returned home, Fang Jie inquired about her daughter's condition.

She felt somewhat relieved to learn that the old man was not with her daughter.

She then handed a letter to Song Darong.

"Take a look, is the letter written by Yaohui or Yaohua?"

Song Darong took it and glanced at it.

He said, "It's Yaohua."

"Read it to me, what did you write?"

Song Darong opened the letter and unfolded it.

“Dear Mom and Dad, how are you? I'm doing well here, so please don't worry. I'm writing back to tell you something: I'm leaving the army. I've let you down, and I hope you can understand…”

After listening, Fang Jie asked, "His father, what are your thoughts?"

Song Darong carefully folded the letter and put it back into the envelope.

Then he said, "I respect his choice; joining the army isn't the only path for him."

Fang Jie felt the same way.

“Write back to the second son and tell him that we support him and ask him to come back.”

"Okay, I'll go write the letter now."

"Okay, you write the letter, and I'll go cook for you."

...

Upon receiving the letter, Song Yaohua hid on the training field and cried alone…

As the weather grew colder, Song Fanxing put on her winter clothes.

In a few days, she will be on winter vacation.

Song Fanxing has excellent grades; she gets top marks in every subject.

She happily went home for the Chinese New Year with her report card in hand.

With the Lunar New Year approaching, pig farms are especially busy lately.

Song Fanxing went back and helped out.

Fang Jie and I leave early and return late every day.

Song Darong is also very busy.

As the year draws to a close, there are all sorts of meetings to attend, including one in the provincial capital, and another trip to the capital.

It wasn't until the 26th of the twelfth lunar month that everyone finally had some free time.

Song Fanxing and Fang Jie went to the county town early in the morning to buy New Year's goods.

Fang Jie felt that she didn't have enough bowls and chopsticks at home, so she planned to buy some more.

The mother and daughter chose a complete set of blue and white porcelain bowls: large bowls, small bowls, plates, saucers, and spoons.

Fang Jie loved it.

Women love to buy all sorts of pretty bowls and plates when they go shopping.

Song Fanxing also likes it.

In her previous life, after she moved into her new house, she collected all sorts of beautiful and interesting tableware.

Buy some more oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and seasonings.

Considering that Song Yaohui and Song Yaohua might return, Song Fanxing bought some daily necessities such as toothpaste, toothbrushes, and towels.

She also bought some soap because she was running low on bar soap.

As for food, they have no shortage of it; the food sold outside is not as good as what they produce in their own space.

They shopped until 3 p.m. before heading home.

Song Fanxing put everything into her spatial storage, and the mother and daughter rode their bicycles home.

Fang Jie crocheted a pair of gloves for Song Fanxing with a few cents, and she crocheted a pair for herself as well. Wearing the gloves while riding her bike, she didn't feel her hands getting cold at all.

They were unaware that guests had come to their home.

Song Yaohua is back, and Zhou Zan is with him.

Zhou Zan originally planned to return directly to the capital, but Song Darong called him over.

He was flattered and overwhelmed.

It's really strange that Song Darong would call him and ask him to come over now, since he clearly didn't like him before.

He sat nervously in the main room, looking at Song Darong with trepidation.

Song Darong calmly sipped his tea.

He laughed and said, "Zhou Zan, we're slaughtering a pig for the New Year tomorrow. Why don't you eat the pig-slaughtering feast here before you leave? If possible, it would be even better if you stayed until after the New Year."

Song Yaohua's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Dad, what are you saying?"

Song Darong glared at him and said, "Go cool off somewhere else."

Song Yaohua felt that his father was sick, and seriously so.

How can you let a man who's after his sister spend the Lunar New Year at home? Isn't that like inviting a wolf into the house?

"dad……"

"Go to the kitchen and get some oranges for Zhou Zan. He must be thirsty after the long journey."

Song Yaohua: "Dad, you want me to get oranges for Zhou Zan? You're not mistaken, are you?"

"Just go when I tell you to! Stop asking so many questions!"

Reluctantly, Song Yaohua, who had been yelled at, got up and went to the kitchen.

Zhou Zan was so bewildered that he dared not speak, fearing that there might be some trap and that he might accidentally offend Song Darong, who was still hoping to marry his daughter.

Seeing that Zhou Zan remained silent, Song Darong forced a smile.

"Zhou Zan, stay for the New Year. Our family has a very lively New Year celebration."

Zhou Zan then said, "Uncle, I...I have to go back to be with my grandparents. I'm worried about leaving them to celebrate the New Year on their own."

I couldn't bear to do it.

"I see. Then we'll have the pig-slaughtering feast before we leave."

Zhou Zan was very happy to agree.

"Alright, then I'll trouble you, Uncle."

Zhou Zan peered into the house.

Huh? I don't see any stars.

Song Darong realized what he was looking for.

She proactively said, "Xingxing and her mother went to the county town to buy New Year's goods, they'll be back soon."

"oh."

Song Yaohua brought over two oranges, gave one to Zhou Zan, and gave him a warning look.

Zhou Zan simply ignored it.

He took the orange and started eating it.

"Uncle, your oranges are so delicious!"

"Eat more if you like it, Yaohua. Go and get a few more for Zhou Zan. Just give him one, you're so stingy."

Song Yaohua rolled his eyes. "If he wants to eat, he should go get it himself. Doesn't he have legs?"

Song Darong: "How dare you talk like that?"

Zhou Zan stood up and said with a smile, "Second Brother is right, I'll take it myself. We're all family, no need to be so polite."

Song Darong: "Yes, yes, we're all family, don't be shy, help yourself to whatever you want to eat."

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