Today is June 30th, the day An Moxue moved.

An Moxue got up early to pack some things she needed, including her bedding and the pots and pans in the kitchen.

After cleaning up, I ate two steamed buns and a cup of malted milk powder, and it was already 7:30.

Since the two beds, two desks, one dining table, and the wardrobe in Anmo Snow House were all rented by the logistics department, all that's needed is for the logistics department to come over, check to confirm that they are intact and undamaged, and sign off on them.

So the only furniture that was moved away was a wardrobe, a chest of drawers, and six stools.

Around eight o'clock, there was a knock on the door. Uncle Zhang led four other uncles in and started moving things. They finished moving everything in just over ten minutes. An Moxue gave each of them a large handful of fruit candies as a token of her gratitude, and it took a lot of persuasion before they finally left.

The logistics staff also came to inspect the house and furniture, confirmed that they were in good condition, and signed off on the handover.

I went downstairs, got into the moving truck, and left the military family compound.

On the way, Uncle Zhang asked, "What are Mo Xue's plans for the future?"

Mo Xue: "Uncle Zhang, don't worry! I'll take good care of myself. I was so shocked when I first received the news of my parents' sacrifice that I couldn't accept it for a while, but I've figured it out these days. Only when I'm doing well will my parents be at ease and happy. I've already graduated from high school, and I want to look for a suitable job first."

Uncle Zhang: "Okay, come to me if you have any difficulties. If anyone bullies you, come to the army. I'll also keep an eye out for jobs for you. You've lost too much weight these days. Take care of your health first. Health is the foundation of everything. Without good health, nothing else matters."

An Moxue: "Yes, I will."

...

Time flew by as they chatted, and before they knew it, they arrived at Mo Xue's house in Huaihua Hutong. Mo Xue got out of the car, opened the door, and began carrying things inside.

During this time, several elderly people came over to greet Mo Xue, and a few children ran around the car in circles.

He asked Mo Xue, "Mo Xue, are you moving? What's going on? Where are your parents?"

Mo Xue replied, "I've moved back here, and I'll live here from now on. They all sacrificed their lives."

The neighbors chimed in, "How could such a good person just disappear like that!" "How will this girl survive all alone?" "She's got a tough life!" "Why can't she live? She has such a big house, it's wonderful! You're all just worrying unnecessarily." "How dare you talk like that!"...

An Moxue carried her things out, and occasionally answered a question or two when someone asked her something.

When Uncle Zhang came out, he said to the neighbors who were gathered around, "Please take good care of Mo Xue, everyone. The organization will not abandon her. The organization makes regular follow-up visits to the children of martyrs."

After the last load was moved, An Moxue jogged back into the house, took out two packs of cigarettes, and offered them to Uncle Zhang, but Uncle Zhang refused to accept them.

Mo Xue said, "Uncle Zhang, this cigarette is a gift from your junior. If you don't accept it, I'll be too embarrassed to ask you for help in the future. My parents are gone, and I'll be troubling you a lot in the future."

"Alright, I must accept my niece's filial piety. If you need anything, be sure to come to me. Don't wrong yourself. I'm leaving now," Uncle Zhang said.

"Alright, let's go." Mo Xue said with a smile.

Uncle Zhang shook his head, smiled, and turned to walk out of the yard—"Brother, our girl can live a good life now. Don't worry about her anymore. This is how the descendants of soldiers should be."

After Uncle Zhang left, An Moxue closed the door, bolted it, and began packing her things.

Last time I came back, I only had a quick look around. If I'm staying here long-term, I'll need to do a thorough check to organize my things.

This is a standard courtyard house with three main rooms and one side room on each side; three rooms on each of the east and west wing rooms connected by a corridor; four rooms in the rear building, with the main gate facing southeast; a pomegranate tree on the side of the east wing room in the courtyard, its blossoms fallen and now bearing fruit, next to a well under the corridor of the main house; a persimmon tree on the side of the west wing room in the courtyard, its branches laden with small fruits; a stone table and four stone benches under the tree; the entire courtyard is paved with bluestone slabs.

The furniture that was brought back was placed in the back room. The main room was fully furnished, with the living room in the middle, the parents' bedroom on the east side, the study in the east wing, and An Moxue's bedroom on the west side.

The east wing housed the kitchen, dining room, bathroom, and toilet, while the west wing was located in the rear building. Rice, flour, oil, pots, bowls, ladles, basins, and a kerosene stove were stored in the kitchen.

Honeycomb briquettes, firewood, and kindling are all in the back room.

Put your parents' things in the closet in their room.

Then I started tidying up the living room and bedroom.

I started with the living room, then the bedroom. I filled a basin halfway with water and began cleaning. It took me an hour to finish cleaning both rooms. After resting for a bit, I spent another half hour cleaning the kitchen.

Finally, there was the study. There weren't many books in the study, but there were several tanks, cannons, warships, and submachine guns assembled from bullet casings on the bookshelf. An Moxue found her parents' medals in the desk drawer. She had been wondering why she hadn't seen any medals before, but now she knew they were here. She carefully wiped each medal clean and put them back in the box. She also wiped all the toys assembled from bullet casings and stored them in the study in her spatial dimension.

An Moxue thought of the agreement mentioned in her parents' letter, stood up, closed the door, drew the curtains, went to the west side bookcase, removed three boards, pressed a few buttons on the tunnel entrance that was only wide enough for one person, and came out.

Directly below the desk, Mo Xue waited for a few minutes, then took a box of matches from her spatial storage, lit them, and placed them at the entrance until all the matches burned.

An Moxue took out a searchlight from her space and put on a mask. She slowly descended into the tunnel, walked up thirty-six steps, and arrived at a basement. A stone door appeared in front of her, with a Qimen Dunjia inscription on it.

Following the order of life gate, injury gate, death gate, exit gate, and rest gate from her memory, An Moxue pressed the buttons. The stone door slowly opened, revealing a complete basement before her eyes:

The stacks of boxes were finely crafted, covered in a layer of dust. Most noticeable was a small, clean, delicate box. An Moxue took it down and opened it; inside was only a letter; a parchment scroll, resembling a map, with a small fox pattern on one corner identical to the necklace around her neck; and a directory. The directory must have contained the items from the boxes. The letter was from her father, the gist of which was…

My dearest Mo Xue, when you see this letter, it means your father and mother have already been murdered. Your father and mother had a premonition before this mission. I wasn't originally on the mission, but your mother was added before departure. Everything seems suspicious. This is just a gut feeling, without concrete evidence. But you must believe that intuition sometimes stems from biological instinct. Those who targeted our family back then were a few shameless foreigners who once held great power in the concession, but it's too long ago to verify. Money can always tempt people. I'm telling you this so you can better cope. Our ancestors and your maternal grandparents' ancestors were all prominent families. Our ancestor's highest official position was a Grand Secretary, and your maternal grandparents' family even produced a great shaman. Later, the world went into chaos. Generations donated money and supplies to fight against foreign enemies, constantly changing their identities. Those who knew our roots were gone, and everyone thought we were just an ordinary family. Protect yourself when you're powerless; when you have the ability, you can retaliate. If you also sense something is amiss, retreat to your mother's ancestral home and observe the future; never confront them head-on.