Daxi Village.

The men's clothing factory in the county town was converted to produce maternity and baby clothing. During the rectification period, there were staff reshuffles, and Aunt Pang's daughter, Wen Damei, was one of those laid off.

And just as Wen Jiaojiao had predicted, her marriage ended when she lost her good job.

Her already troubled marriage became a complete mess, and within two months, the man's family abandoned her.

Because she raised a divorced daughter, Aunt Pang couldn't hold her head up in the village anymore, and she was no longer seen gossiping by the stream where the gossips used to gather.

That day, a group of people who were washing clothes by the stream suddenly saw four or five luxury cars driving by.

"Who is this, making such a big show of themselves?"

“Years ago, I remember a great man came from our village. He went to develop his career in the port city and never came back. I wonder if it’s them again this time.”

"You mean Zhaoye? I heard he went to Gangcheng to marry into a family. Wow, he saved himself fifty years of detours."

"Wow, you've already met a benefactor at such a young age."

The once gray tiled houses have now been replaced by rows of single-story houses.

The muddy road has been paved with gravel, which shows that the country is becoming stronger and the people are making progress.

Wen Zhaoye almost lost his way. After groping around for a while, with Jiang Peitian's constant nagging, he finally found his former home.

The place was overgrown with weeds and shrubs, the roof was broken, the walls were crumbling, and the fence around the yard was long gone. The whole house was abandoned and looked like a haunted house.

Wen Jiaojiao asked curiously:

"Wasn't this where they lived before? How could this happen?"

Wen Zhaoye held her hand, his gaze lingering on the collapsed house, and murmured:

"They probably moved away."

Jiang Zhanhong, dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, his handsome face exuding an air of noble arrogance, stepped forward and said:

"In the past decade or so, the mainland has developed rapidly, and many places are even more prosperous than Hong Kong."

A few years ago, there was a surge in people migrating to cities for work, so everyone in the village must have gone to the city, earned money, bought houses, and settled down there.

Jiang Chengjin looked exactly like Wen Zhaoye back then. He leaned back lazily in the passenger seat, glancing sideways at his handsome eyes, his voice low, magnetic, and languid as he said:

"Luckily, Dad had foresight back then and focused the company on the mainland, otherwise we would have had to start all over again."

Wen Bao'er stood next to Wen Jiaojiao, looking like her twin sister, and sighed softly:

"You two are off to a good start, but unfortunately my businesses are in Hong Kong and I'll have to move them to the mainland."

Jiang Peitian: "Your mother has invested so much, a lot of it is in mainland China. Why don't you just let your mother let you squander it?"

Wen Bao'er glared at him angrily, while Wen Jiaojiao found it amusing.

"The film industry in Hong Kong will soon decline, while the mainland is flourishing with diverse talents."

Every industry will experience a qualitative leap; you can simply open another branch here.

Wen Zhaoye had finally managed to come back, and decided to settle down here from now on. So he had the house demolished and demanded that a new villa be built in its place.

These days, the three children have gone out again, each busy with their own careers, leaving only the few of them in the small villa in the county town.

Wen Jiaojiao stood at the door, looking around the spotless house, and said:

"If I remember correctly, this should be our wedding room."

"Yes, we didn't sell it because we thought it would be our wedding home and have sentimental value."

Over the years, they've had someone come and clean and repair it every week, which is why it's maintained like this.

As Jiang Peitian spoke, he retrieved the toys hidden in the concealed cabinet, finding none missing, and chuckled:

"I originally bought it for my child, but my own child hasn't seen it yet, so I guess it will be passed down to my grandson."

Wen Jiaojiao took out a chubby airplane and played with it in her palm:

"I have to say, the quality of things from that era was really good. This wood carving is over 20 years old and it hasn't cracked at all."

Just then, a voice came from outside the door:

"mom."

The two turned around and saw a short-haired woman walk in. She was carrying a basket and her face was full of wrinkles, making her look like an old woman in her fifties.

Xu Cuifen sat on the sofa, staring blankly at her, and asked:

"Who are you?"

With tears welling in her eyes, Yuan Wenjiao threw herself into Xu Cuifen's arms.

"It's me, Jiaojiao, Mom. Don't you recognize me?"

"Oh, Jiaojiao."

Xu Cuifen's condition worsened, and she no longer recognized anyone. However, her personality remained as youthful as ever, pretending to know what she didn't, and cheerfully saying...

Yuan Wenjiao also noticed the unfamiliar look in Xu Cuifen's eyes, and she turned to Wen Zhaoye and said:

What's wrong with my mom?

"That's how it is when you get old."

Facing her, Wen Zhaoye's heart was as still as water. Half a lifetime had passed, and the hatred he once felt was long gone. He gestured with his chin to look at Qi Meijing and said:

"There's another one like this over there."

"Brother, thank you for taking care of Mom all these years. She's dressed so neatly; she's probably enjoyed a lot of your care."

Yuan Wenjiao wiped away her tears, then took out a wad of cash, stepped forward, and said:

"I was ignorant when I was young and stole money from home. But as my children grew up, I finally understood the saying, 'Only when you raise children do you realize the gratitude you owe your parents.'"

This is to return it to you. I know that 800 yuan now is not comparable to 800 yuan before.

But I'll make up the difference for you. This is what I earned selling eggs today; it's all yours.

"No need. I also thank you for leaving, because it allowed me to meet my wife. Everything is predestined."

Wen Zhaoye's eyes remained calm, and his tone was flat.

Yuan Wenjiao sized up Wen Jiaojiao. She could no longer remember what she looked like when she was young, while Wen Jiaojiao had gained an elegant and dignified air compared to her former childish face.

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