After leaving the Feng family's old house, Jiang Yunting saw that Hua Qingcheng was very reluctant to return to the military hospital, so he took her to the outskirts of the east city.

"Brother Jiang, where are we going?" Hua Qingcheng, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked curiously at the scenery passing by outside the car window.

Jiang Yunting glanced at the woman beside him from the corner of his eye, and said with a slight curl of his lips: "Go home!"

He thought that with Hua Qingcheng's current personality, she probably wouldn't be able to stay in the military hospital to recuperate peacefully. Moreover, with her current intelligence, it seemed unsuitable for her to stay in the army with him. After all, the army was an unusual place. Making a fool of herself was not a big deal, but if she got into trouble, that would be a disaster.

Therefore, after much deliberation, Jiang Yunting decided to place Hua Qingcheng in the Jiang family's villa located halfway up Qingyun Mountain, east of Beijing. The environment there was quiet and peaceful, away from the hustle and bustle, suitable for Hua Qingcheng to recuperate.

"Go... go home?" Hua Qingcheng felt nervous for no reason. She swallowed subconsciously and said with a hint of trepidation, "Brother Jiang, look at me... I have nothing... Hehe, it's my first time meeting my mother-in-law and father-in-law with nothing. It seems a bit, a bit, hehe..."

"Puff~"

Hearing Hua Qingcheng's words, Jiang Yunting couldn't hold back any longer and chuckled. He secretly wondered, could this woman really be thinking of marrying him? Why did she keep talking about my mother-in-law and father-in-law...

"Haha, Brother Jiang, you think it's funny too, right?" Hua Qingcheng said embarrassedly with a slightly red face.

In fact, Hua Qingcheng herself also found it a little funny. After all, she was known for her unruly behavior when she was in Huaqiao Village. Who would have thought that now she would feel embarrassed because of something like meeting her husband's mother and father?

After all, her mother was a scholar after all, and Hua Qingcheng still understood some basic etiquette.

However, since her husband was either bought or picked up, she had never had the chance to practice those cumbersome wedding customs.

Seeing that the other party was serious, Jiang Yunting suppressed the upward curve of his lips. He freed his right hand and touched Hua Qingcheng's head in the passenger seat. He smiled and said, "Don't worry! My parents usually live in the city because they have to take care of the business, so they rarely stay at home. You can stay here without worry."

Hearing Jiang Yunting say this, Hua Qingcheng immediately felt relieved.

As the car continued to move forward, along the winding road, Hua Qingcheng sat in the car, looking out the window, curiously observing the surrounding environment. She found that the buildings on both sides of the road were gradually decreasing, replaced by more and more tall and dense trees.

Hua Qingcheng turned to look at the man driving beside her and asked suspiciously, "Brother Jiang, do you live in the deep mountains and forests?"

Jiang Yunting raised the corners of his lips when he heard this, and replied with a smile: "Well, your brother Jiang's home is halfway up the mountain, there is a beautiful forest there."

Seeing Jiang Yunting say this, Hua Qingcheng couldn't help but think of the following scene:

Midway up a mountainside in a deep forest, a dilapidated thatched hut stood. It stood alone, seemingly forgotten by time. The thatch on the roof was worn and tattered, and the direct sunlight poured in, making the room unbearably hot, like a steamer. And when it rained, the hut became even more vulnerable, leaking from one side or the other. The raindrops pattered against the ground, making it irritating.

The yard was in even greater chaos. The chickens were running around in the yard, looking for food, and making "cluck, cluck, cluck" sounds from time to time; the ducks were quacking, running to the east side of the yard and then to the west side; the big black dog was not idle either, jumping around excitedly, either fighting with the geese or barking at the chickens and ducks, as if demonstrating to them.

The whole yard was filled with the stench of chicken, duck, goose and dog feces, and was also filled with the noise of these animals, making it impossible to have a moment of peace and quiet.

Right next to the well in the yard, a skinny, ragged old man was squatting there, scrubbing clothes vigorously, and occasionally wiping the sweat from his forehead. This old man was Jiang Yunting's father.

In the main hall, a sturdy-looking, dark-skinned woman was busy packing the goods in her backpack, preparing to walk dozens of miles to the town to sell them early the next morning. There was no doubt that this woman, who peddled the streets, was Jiang Yunting's mother.

…

Thinking of this, Hua Qingcheng suddenly turned her head, and a hint of sympathy flashed across her eyes as she looked at the man next to her.

But she looked at Jiang Yunting with a complicated expression and said seriously, "Brother Jiang, don't worry, I won't despise you. Actually...actually, my family also lives in a remote and poor village. It's not much better than your deep mountains and old forests..."

Jiang Yunting raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and looked at Hua Qingcheng thoughtfully with his deep eyes.

The expression on her face was very serious, and she didn't seem to be joking.

However, Jiang Yunting focused on Hua Qingcheng's statement that her family lived in a remote area.

He couldn't help but wonder, "Hua Qingcheng, weren't you only one year old when you were adopted from the orphanage? How could you remember your biological parents?"

"Haha, I feel that's the case. As for why I have this feeling, I don't know." Hua Qingcheng said embarrassedly.

She thought to herself, "Oh no! She almost exposed her identity!"

Hearing Hua Qingcheng's words, Jiang Yunting nodded slightly.

He thought to himself, it’s really hard to say about subconscious memory... Maybe Hua Qingcheng already had an impression of her hometown when she was a baby?

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