Wen Xin returned to Kyoto. Although she did not go to the compound, she could not sit still, so she ran to Yang Hemiao Tailor Shop. She wanted to see Xiao Miao. She didn't know how the father and son were doing now.

When they got there, they found that Xiao Miao's grandfather was sick and in the hospital. Yang Hemiao's eyes were swollen from crying. There were not many people in her family, only the grandfather and the two of them depended on each other. They didn't have much savings to begin with, and after a month in the hospital, their pockets were empty. Their life became increasingly tight, and the store was also closed. After Wen Xin found out about it, she immediately bought some gifts and nutritional supplements and sent them over.

When He Miao saw Wen Xin coming to visit her in the hospital, she choked up and called out, "Sister Xinxin," and then she started crying helplessly alone.

Wen Xin looked at her, she looked so pitiful. She went forward and hugged her thin shoulders while still wearing her coat to comfort her. He Miao had a hard life as well. She had been without parents since she was a child and was raised by her grandfather. As she grew up, her grandfather fell ill again. Wen Xin looked at the old man's face, it really wasn't very good. Although she forced herself to cheer up and talk to Wen Xin, her face was as pale as ashes. She didn't know how long she could hold on. Once he was gone, He Miao would be all alone.

Wen Xin sat in front of the bed to comfort the grandfather and grandson, sighing silently in her heart. There was no relative or friend at home that she could rely on, and if anything happened, He Miao had to handle it all by herself. It was really pitiful.

Before leaving, she stuffed three hundred yuan into He Miao's pocket and gave her the address of her noodle shop. "Remember to buy a train ticket. If you have any difficulties in the future, come to Huzhou to find me. I have a small business there. I provide food and accommodation. I make 40 yuan a month. I'm in need of help there. You must come and help me if you have the chance."

Yang Hemiao refused the money and didn't dare to take it. Wen Xin stuffed the money into her pocket and said, "Don't forget what I said. Come find me when the time comes." Then she turned and left.

He Miao cried all the way as she sent Wen Xin out of the hospital.

Wen Xin walked a long way. When she turned back, she saw He Miao still standing there alone in the wind and rain. She felt a sense of desolation in her heart. He Miao was not the only one who had no father or mother. Wasn't she the same? She is also a lonely person in this world, and only she can empathize with He Miao's pain.

For a moment, she suddenly missed the warmth of home and the safe embrace of Yama. Only in his arms did she feel the safest and happiest. She would no longer feel like a poor little creature that no one loved.

When she returned, she saw Yan Zeyang waiting for her downstairs. He was standing in the wind and snow, wearing a military uniform, straight military pants, and a tall figure, full of masculine military aura.

When he saw himself from afar, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He reached out and took off the military cap on his head. Although his actions revealed strictness and self-discipline, it could still be seen that when he saw Wen Xin, his expression was like ice and snow melting in the cold winter.

At that moment, Wen Xin didn't care how cold the weather was, whether there were people on the road, or how thick the snow was. She ran towards him quickly in her coat and skirt, with her scarf fluttering. The moment she pounced on him, he opened his arms and hugged her tightly in his arms, holding her steadily without even shaking, and his lower body was extremely stable.

When they hugged each other, there was only incomparable satisfaction and happiness in each other's hearts. When their lips touched, happiness overflowed from their hearts.

…

After the Chinese New Year, Yan Motou took her back to Huzhou the next day. On the way back, he also stopped by the two elders of the Wei family to give some New Year's goods. Wen Xin also planned to go see Gu Qingtong and wish her a happy new year, but old man Wei said that Gu Qingtong had moved away before the New Year.

"Moved away?" Wen Xin was shocked. She glanced at Yan Zeyang, who was sitting there calmly drinking tea, and asked Old Man Wei hurriedly, "Why did you move away suddenly? Didn't you settle here?"

"I'm not sure about that. The couple left suddenly and no one knew where they went. Some said they went abroad, while others said they went back to their hometown."

Wen Xin felt empty inside after listening to this. Why did he move suddenly? There was no news at all.

Seeing her depressed on the way back, Yan Zeyang couldn't help but say to her: "It's better to move away and have less contact with her in the future. Just study at university and don't come back to Longzhou often..."

Wen Xin got angry when she mentioned it, "Tell me, did you do it? You disliked Sister Qingtong from the beginning, and now you say so."

Yan Zeyang squinted at her for a long time and snorted coldly, "Do I have to take care of all the cats and dogs? I'm exhausted from taking care of you all? Do I still have time to care about other people's life and death?" "What life and death? Do you think Sister Bronze is dead or alive? "She didn't listen to the first few words. The last few words were the key. Wen Xin didn't believe him at all. He must know the inside story, but he just didn't tell her. She saw through these soldiers. They would tell you what they want to say. What they don't want to say, what they can't say, they won't say a word even if they keep it in their stomachs. No matter what, they can't get it out.

No matter how close your relationship is, they have iron wills and principles that cannot be shaken.

No matter how she tried to ask, she couldn't get anything out of him, which made her so angry that she pulled his sleeve and lost her temper beside him.

Yan Mo looked down at her and sternly reprimanded her, "Comrade Wen Xin, you need to straighten your attitude and sit still. What are you saying outside?"

There was a hint of coldness in his eyes. "I can only tell you that they are fine for now. But don't think about having any contact with them again. Of course, you won't be able to have any contact with them in the future. In the future, you just need to do what you should do. Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask about, and don't associate with people you shouldn't associate with. This will only benefit you and not harm you. In the future at school, you should learn more from positive people. Do you hear me?"

I heard shit!

Yan Zeyang ignored her temper at this time. He didn't care whether this world was real or fake. But since she had entered here, she had to adapt to the environment here, follow the local customs, and abide by the rules of this world. Don't think that everyone in this era is a good person. They may have two faces. If it hadn't been for her, she would have been arrested and investigated by now.

But the person she knew suddenly disappeared, and Wen Xin felt a little uneasy. Hearing the hidden meaning in Yan Mo Tou's words, she felt that this matter was not simple. In her heart, Gu Qingtong was a very good person. At least he treated her as a friend and never owed her anything. His sudden departure and whereabouts unknown made Wen Xin feel a little uneasy and worried.

She was sure that Yan Motou would never tell them his whereabouts, so she ignored him all day in a bad mood. As a result, Yan Motou, who had scolded her without saying a word during the day, would close the door at night, come close to her, coax her and kiss her, and almost call her little darling. He would stick to her wherever she went, and finally coaxed Wen Xin into laughing. The two played for most of the night before falling asleep sweetly in each other's arms.

During the winter vacation after the New Year, I returned to Huzhou. Because the weather was cold, Wen Xin stayed in Songtao Garden. She often read books on the sofa while enjoying the sunshine and eating snacks. Occasionally, she would go to Huzhou Noodle Restaurant, but the students were on vacation, so the noodle restaurant business was not very prosperous.

Wen Xin also thought that the noodle shop business would not be very good during the winter vacation. If Zhang Erhu's family had not lived in the shop, Wen Xin would have closed the shop if she hired someone else. But what she didn't expect was that there were always people coming to the shop during the entire New Year. It might be that the noodles and sauce sold in the noodle shop were really delicious and had a very good reputation. Many local people also came to eat noodles. Although she didn't make much, ten or twenty yuan a day was better than nothing. During the busy noon and evening, several tables were also full of people. Wen Xin taught Zhang Erhu and his wife how to make some side dishes for drinking, and occasionally made wonton buns, and she actually made five or six hundred yuan a month.

The income is still good.

As soon as Yan Mo Tou returned to Huzhou, he went to the army first. Before and after the New Year, many soldiers took their annual leave and returned to their hometowns to reunite with their families. So the army was not busy during this period, and he also had time to run back and forth, and tried his best to take time to come back and accompany Wen Xin.

In the days before she was about to start school, the two of them were very sweet at home. Wen Qing was running around the house, and Yan Motou was lazily chasing her from behind. When they caught up with her, they made love. He didn't let Wen Xin go out for three days. Wen Xin had a very sensitive physique, and she could feel it easily, and she could easily enjoy happiness. Men all love this kind of woman, who is juicy and tender, and can always make Yan Motou, who has strong self-control, love her endlessly.

…

March passed and school started soon. Several classmates in the dormitory arrived at school early. When Wen Xin arrived at school, she was in high spirits. She was wearing a snow-white shirt and a blue suspender skirt, and had a pure ponytail. She brought some freshly fried pot stickers and fried dumplings from the noodle shop. They were freshly made, and had a fragrant layer of yellow fried skin. They tasted especially delicious and greasy.

As soon as they were brought into the dormitory, they were snatched up by the roommates who swarmed in. When the girl from the neighboring dormitory who was on good terms with me ran over to say hello, she also ate two. The delicious food made a group of female classmates scream.

The others also shared the food they brought from home. Of course, they were not as generous as Wen Xin who brought freshly fried dumplings to everyone to eat, but they were all unique delicacies of this era.

Only Hu Aijin couldn't take anything out. She only had pickles, so she felt a little embarrassed and didn't want to eat other people's food. But no one blamed her. Everyone knew that her family was not well off and she could barely afford to eat, so how could she possibly take anything delicious from home?

Wen Xin took out two bottles of malted milk from her bag. When Yan Mo was sick, she sent a lot of this stuff to her. The cabinet couldn't hold all of them. There were at least seven or eight cans, not to mention all kinds of canned food. There were now a row of them on the table at home.

Yan Mo Tou drank two cups and stopped drinking. Wen Xin also didn’t like the taste very much. She preferred to drink milk.

So apart from giving it away, he didn't know what to do. If asked to give this to someone else, it would be impossible for Yan Mo to do so. He didn't think much of this thing and couldn't afford to give it away. So he just let Wen Xin drink it slowly.

Wen Xin wanted to lose weight, and drinking this would make her fat, so as soon as school started she took two cans and gave one to Ning Xue and one to Hu Aizhen.

Malted milk is very popular at this time, and it is very expensive. In the eyes of many people, it is a high-priced drink. Ordinary people are reluctant to drink it and give it as gifts. It is also a delicacy for children.

Although Ning Xue's family is well-off, she doesn't drink this every day. When Wen Xin gave it to her, she took it with a smile. If she felt hungry while studying at night, she could make a cup and enjoy it.

Hu Aizhen was even happier and more excited. She had never drunk this before in her life, but she didn't expect Wen Xin to give her a can. She was too thin, and Wen Xin said she wanted to give her a can to replenish her body. Because she said that, Hu Aizhen was embarrassed to bring this home.

Wen Xin glanced at her. When she was in school, they often shared their meals with her, so she had gained some weight. But after returning home for the winter break, she became thin again. How could this family not have enough food to make her so thin?

Yang Fei was the last one to come back. She didn't say hello to her roommates when she came in. Her roommates greeted her, but she said nothing. She just snorted coldly when she saw Wen Xin.

"You're sick!" Ning Xue spat out these two words silently. Who indulged her poor habit? Did everyone in the dormitory have to look at her face?

Wen Xin basically ignored Yang Fei, this ungrateful person who would bite back after being fed. He would treat her with respect whenever he looked at her, but would simply ignore her at other times.

In a blink of an eye, a month has passed since the start of the school year. In the afternoon, Wen Xin was reading alone in the study room. Many people in the study room were reading various materials and studying hard. The study atmosphere is very strong in this era. Even people like Wen Xin who are lazy and just get by are not so lazy because of this atmosphere.

Not only do everyone study very hard, they are also very active in various school clubs. She is warm and cheerful. I don't know what happened, but after school started, she always felt lazy and loved to sleep. She didn't want to join any clubs. She just wanted to sit quietly in the classroom, basking in the warm sunlight, feeling drowsy. Before this, Ning Xue had forced her to join a literary club in the Foreign Languages ​​Department, but she had only been there a few times.

…

When Hu Aizhen found her in the afternoon, her face turned pale with anxiety. She sat beside her with a book in hand and whispered, "Wen Xin, I finally found you. Is this bad?"

Wen Xin was dozing off and was woken up by her? Her increasingly delicate little face, with its plump collagen, looked so tender that one would want to take a bite. Hu Aizhen also suddenly discovered that Wen Xin seemed to have gained a little weight. No, it was a little plumper. In fact, she was still as thin, but her face was plumper.

"What's the matter?" Wen Xin was awakened and saw Hu Aizhen looking at her anxiously.

When she had nothing to do, she would often bring food to Hu Aizhen and Ning Xue, so the relationship between the three of them has always been very good. Hu Aizhen would take the initiative to wash Wen Xin's sheets and provide hot water, and she would also prepare water for her. She was very diligent. Hu Aizhen took care of all these small things in the dormitory because Wen Xin often took care of her, so she also wanted to do her best to help Wen Xin, and thus she had good friends like Wen Xin and Ning Xue.

This was something she had never dared to think about before. She knew a female student who was in similar conditions to her. She was isolated in the dormitory by several roommates from wealthy families. Her roommates looked down on her. She had no friends at all and was extremely lonely. She envied Hu Aizhen very much for being able to get along so well with her roommates. Hu Aizhen also cherished her very much, so she was very protective of Wen Xin and helped her with all the big and small things in the dormitory.

Wen Xin would sometimes give her the clothes she didn't wear. She had too many clothes, and would give the ones she didn't like to Hu Aizhen. On Hu Aizhen's birthday, Wen Xin gave her a pair of new canvas shoes. Hu Aizhen treated them as treasures, cleaned them very carefully, and rarely wore them. She still wore her tattered cloth shoes. Finally, Ning Xue couldn't stand it anymore, thinking it was too embarrassing, so she gave her an old pair. Only then did she change the tattered cloth shoes. Thanks to the help of her two good friends, she was much better off at school than at home.

Perhaps influenced by Wen Xin and Ning Xue, she didn't take care of herself much before, and would just comb her hair a few times, but now she also takes good care of herself. Her whole mental outlook is very different from before, and her eyes are also bright.

"Wen Xin, something seems to have happened at your brother and sister-in-law's noodle shop, go check it out."

Wen Xin, the sleepyhead, suddenly ran away. When she rushed over, Zhang Erhu and his wife were at a loss. Seeing Wen Xin, they hurriedly said, "Wen Xin, a group of people just came and said that someone reported us for food hygiene issues? They also said that we charge too high fees?" Zhang Erhu's eyes widened, "How is this possible? The store is cleaned every day, and your sister-in-law cleans it every day. It's very clean. The fee is not high, 20 cents for a bowl of noodles, the same price outside." Zhang Erhu came to Huzhou and gradually adapted to it. He was familiar with the prices of food around him, and they were not expensive at all. He didn't know who reported them, and whether they were immoral or not.

"Are you okay? Where are they?" Wen Xin looked at the two of them.

"They came to take a look and said a few words and then left. There were quite a few people in the store at the time." Zhang Dihu's wife asked Wen Xin anxiously, "Will it have any impact on the noodle shop?"

"Just took a look and left? No other words?" Wen Xin asked.

"No."

"That should be fine. You can operate as normal. They are just here to verify the situation. Don't worry."

In fact, Wen Xin is quite suspicious. Should she report it? Who did it? Colleagues? But there aren't many similar companies around.

When I returned to the dormitory, the news spread all over the school. When several people saw Wen Xin coming back, they asked, "I heard that your brother and sister-in-law's noodle shop was closed. What happened, Wen Xin?"

Wen Xin frowned. Who sent this message? Which noodle shop was closed?

"No, it's business as usual."

After Wen Xin finished speaking, she heard Yang Fei on the upper bunk snort, "I told you long ago that the noodle shop would be closed sooner or later. The Health Bureau came to inspect it, but it's still open for business..."

"How do you know it's a health inspection?" Wen Xin looked at her immediately.

"Of course I know. It's spread all over the school." When Yang Fei saw Wen Xin paying attention to her, she immediately widened her eyes as if she was going to fight.

"Forget it, forget it, as long as the door is not closed." Several classmates spoke up.

Wen Xin thought this was strange. People at that time had no awareness of hygiene. In the first two years, many people could not even get enough food to eat. Everything was clean once cooked in the pot. There was no such thing as clean or not. It was only in the past two years that people became aware of food safety and issued a series of food hygiene standards.

She caught up with me as soon as I got on stage.

Fortunately, people nowadays do not have a strong concept of food hygiene, so even when such a thing was reported, no customers were driven away. People still went to eat, and everyone thought that there could be nothing wrong with the steaming noodles.

There really isn't a problem with this, even in this era when there are fewer additives.

When she went back on the weekend, Yama called her.

After saying a few words, he asked, "Has anyone else been to the store these days?"

"No, a group of people went there before and said that someone reported a hygiene problem and they needed to conduct an inspection. They left after the inspection." Wen Xin hasn't told Yan Mo Tou about this matter yet. She thinks it's over and there's nothing serious, so there's no need to talk about it. He was worried when he heard it, but he didn't expect him to ask first.

"Yes, I know."

"You know?"

A "humph" sound came from the phone, "If I hadn't told anyone before, do you think you, a student, can open a store?"

"Ah?" Wen Xin blinked.

"The requirement is that only unemployed people in society can apply for a private license. You are a student, do you think you can get it so quickly? But don't worry, I have already informed them, it will be fine, but..."

Wen Xin asked how it was done so quickly and smoothly, and it turned out that it was Yama who was behind it.

"But what's the matter?" she asked, leaning on the table with the phone in her hand.

The demon on the phone paused for a moment, "You haven't had any conflicts with your roommates recently, have you?"

Wen Xin was confused, "No?"

"Is it yes or no?" Yama asked seriously.

"No?"

"So yes, is your surname Yang?"

"Yang Fei?"

"Yeah." Yan Motou snorted coldly on the phone, "Okay, don't worry about it. Just go back to the dormitory and do what you need to do. Don't argue with Yang Fei..."

Wen Xin: When did I quarrel with her?

Yan Motou was halfway through his words when he heard Wen Xin yawning on the phone. He paused and asked, "Why are you sleepy? Huh? Didn't you sleep well last night?"

"Yeah, I didn't sleep well and I missed you. I don't know why, but I've been feeling particularly sleepy lately. It must be because I was missing you." Wen Xin started to act coquettishly with him when she heard that.

"Go lie down on the bed, stop looking at your phone, and get some rest."

"Um."

She slept soundly the whole afternoon.

The noodle shop turmoil ended before it began, and Wen Xin didn't care. The business was not affected and was still booming. But a few days later, Yang Fei returned home, her face was pale, and there were traces of crying in her eyes.

When others asked her what was wrong, she dodged the question and said nothing.

Ning Xue said to Wen Xin, "You don't know, do you? Her father has been arrested and might be in jail."

"What's going on?"

"corruption."