How could Miyano not know?

The fairy has always sought to enjoy the process of revenge and success!

"Come on, come on." With a flicker of deep emotion in her eyes, Ruan Xianxian pulled Gong Ye through the crowd, weaving and twisting her way into the alleyway across the street.

Not far down the alley, at the entrance, I saw an old woman selling fried dough sticks.

In early 1975, while the black marketeers in Beijing were still secretly outwitting the Gewei Association, itinerant merchants were already a common sight in the alleys and streets of Shanghai.

It's not exactly aboveboard, but in the secluded alleyways, there's no shortage of small vendors.

They were familiar with the road conditions and terrain. When they encountered inspections, they would abandon their goods and slip through alleys and lanes, making it impossible for anyone to catch them.

Seeing her grandmother's familiar and kind face again after two lifetimes, Ruan Xianxian felt a mix of emotions.

In her past life, she was filled with sorrow and despair. Alone, she brought her grandmother's ashes to Haishi for the first time and was overwhelmed by the city's rapid development, which was different from other places.

After settling my grandmother in, I wandered aimlessly through the streets and stumbled into this alley. Unfortunately, the weather turned bad and it started to rain heavily.

Having lost her last relative, she stood in the rain and cried loudly. People around her who were seeking shelter from the rain hurried by, but only the old woman pushing her small wooden cart stopped to listen.

I gave her a fried dough stick.

Despite the language barrier—the old woman spoke authentic Lao Sanghai dialect—when she realized the old woman couldn't understand, she used sign language to indicate to her that she could eat fried dough balls for free!

Perhaps out of pity for her, or perhaps because she was about the same age as her own granddaughter, the old woman took her home and gave her her older sister's clothes to change into.

I made her a bowl of ginger soup and personally washed her wet and dirty clothes so that she wouldn't be even more disheveled than before.

The old woman's kind face, full of wrinkles, was her impression of Shanghai.

Coming to her senses, Ruan Xianxian smiled and held out her hand, "Grandma, two fried dough balls."

The old woman was quite old and didn't understand Mandarin very well, but she understood the little girl's gesture of "two".

He smiled and nodded.

The shredded radish batter is fried until golden brown, resulting in a crispy exterior and tender interior.

The familiar taste from her memory made Ruan Xianxian squint her eyes in enjoyment.

She and Miyano each had a fried dough stick, licked the oil residue clean, and gave up on the presumptuous suggestion to go home and see their older sister again.

My older sister is very smart and kind, but unfortunately she suffers from a serious immune disease and allergies, including all pollen.

For more than half the year, I have to stay indoors with the doors and windows tightly closed and endure the pain.

The elderly man risked his life, working day and night to earn money, hoping to cure his only granddaughter who was always by his side.

Grandparents and grandchildren squeezed into a dirty and chaotic old alleyway room of less than 20 square meters.

Ruan Xianxian, who couldn't even understand her own life in her past life, was powerless to help.

Licking the last crumb from the oiled paper, Ruan Xianxian spoke in broken Sanghai dialect, acting like a rogue.

"Grandma, I have no money, all I have is this."

After leaving a folded piece of white paper on the dirty, broken wooden cart, he grabbed Miyano and ran off without looking back, disappearing into the winding alleyways in a few breaths.

The old woman was dumbfounded.

Some people who went downstairs to empty their dirty water before bed saw this scene, threw down their spittoons and chased after the spittoon, cursing under their breath.

"Who is this person? Dressed so smartly, how dare they bully an old man? Be careful not to fall into the ditch."

The man's pursuit was stopped by a dry, strong, wrinkled old hand.

The old woman smiled and shook her head, "It's alright, everyone has difficult times."

While the man was cursing and cursing in a fit of rage, the old woman had already unfolded the folded white paper, on which a few lines of writing were on it.

Unfortunately, she couldn't read, so she could only hand the paper to the middle-aged man and ask, "What's written on it? Read it to me."

The middle-aged man wanted to throw the paper into the stinking ditch, but when he met the old man's kind and forgiving eyes, he indignantly unfolded the paper, and the next moment, he stood there dumbfounded...

This unusual reaction made the old woman a little anxious. "What did you write? Read it quickly! Could it be that Xiao Cong has some news?"

The scallion in the old woman's mouth is her only son. Years ago, he had a sickly daughter, and his wife ran away with someone else overnight. He then said he was going to another place to make money.

He was gone for sixteen years, and not a single word came back during that time.

The old neighbors all knew that the boy was a bit wicked; they guessed he had abandoned his mother and sickly daughter and run away on his own!

Only the old woman firmly believed that the person would definitely come back.

"No, it's not Xiao Cong's news." The middle-aged man suddenly raised his voice, "Your daughter is in luck. There's a national-level athlete's phone number on it."

"And also said...and also said..."

"What did you say?" The old woman was extremely anxious; why was she breathing so heavily at such a crucial moment?

"The person who left the letter said that when she was down on her luck, you gave her a meal. Please ask the national doctor to treat the girl. This is the money she owes for today's meal."

She also left a phone number, signed "Little Fairy".

Grandma, you've met a kind person!

The old man took the letter with trembling hands, tears streaming from his cloudy eyes. He needed one hand to support himself so that he could stand.

"Quick, quick, Hua Zi, help me pack up. I need to go to the post office to make a phone call. I can't rest easy until this is done."

The man named Hua Zi didn't waste any time. He shouted for his wife and helped the old woman to the nearest post office.

"Hello! I'm looking for Dr. Song Nanli." The assistant who answered the phone couldn't understand the Sanghai dialect, and the old woman was so anxious that she burst into tears.

Finally, Song Nanli, who heard the noise, answered the phone. He had traveled all over the country and could not speak the local dialect, but he could understand some of it.

Reassure the other person not to worry, and suggest finding someone who speaks Mandarin to communicate with them on their behalf.

Five minutes later, the call was reconnected, and a post office worker spoke in fluent Mandarin on the other end. Song Nanli replied indifferently.

"What's up?"

"Here's what happened: a comrade who called herself 'Little Fairy' left a note for an old lady, asking her to bring her granddaughter, who suffers from an immune system disease, and request that you treat her."

He himself felt it was abrupt when he said those words.

As expected, there was silence on the other end of the phone. After some time, Song Nanli asked him, "Where are you from? How old is this so-called fairy?"

Even through the microphone, the post office staff could feel the murderous aura!

After hanging up the phone, the person who had helped changed his expression and respectfully handed the paper back to the old woman with both hands.

"The person on the other end told you to stay home these next few days, and that someone would deliver your plane ticket to your home. They also reminded you that it's not advisable for patients to travel by car during the spring pollen season."

Don't worry, everything will be arranged for you. Please take care!

The old woman stood there, stunned, her heart filled with surprise and joy, so excited that she didn't know what to do.

I really want to kneel down and thank my benefactor, but in these special years, I'm afraid of bringing trouble upon him.

She just kept muttering through her tears: Thank you! Thank you, I will keep a longevity tablet at home, may the little fairy have a peaceful life!

Finally recovering from a series of unexpected events, Hua Zi suddenly asked:

"Are you sure it's just a meal you were grateful for? Or did you accidentally save her whole family? What did she get out of all this work? Or is she a con artist planning to kidnap you?"