"Hmm~", Aunt Fang Yu was unsure whether Fang Yu knew that she was not Fang San Di's biological daughter. She thought Fang Yu was still young and had never talked about this topic. If Yu Ji Hong hadn't mentioned it, she couldn't say anything, but she wanted to remind Fang Yu not to be alone with any of her relatives' boys.

The aunt pulled Fang Yu to her side, patted her head, and said softly, "Fang Yu, when you're home alone, don't talk to any men, including relatives, no matter who they are."

“Yes, my mom mentioned it.” Fang Yu nodded. “He said he was bringing chicken soup, but he didn’t leave after he arrived. I also wanted him to leave soon.”

"Fang Yu, are you scared to be home alone on weekends? You should go to your aunt's house on weekends from now on."

"Don't worry, my mom added a lock inside. I'll close the door early at night. Hua Hua will sleep with me. I'll be coming home on the weekend to do laundry and bring some things, so it's more convenient to stay at home."

Have you been in contact with your mother or the others?

"Yes, we are writing a letter."

How are they now?

"That's great, the stalls are already set up and business has started."

"That's good!" Aunt Fang Yu looked at Fang Yu, who was almost as tall as her, and patted her on the shoulder. "You've grown so much already."

"Auntie, it seems like you want to say something?" Fang Yu noticed that her aunt's gaze was a little complicated.

"What are you talking about? Saying you've grown up so much! You can even stay home by yourself now. Oh, Auntie's here. Is there anything I can help you with? Washing clothes, putting on blankets, or anything else."

"No. I washed my clothes as soon as I got back from school. It's quick to cook for one person, and it's quick to wash just one dish."

Aunt Fangyu chatted with Fangyu for a while, and before leaving, she repeatedly reminded Fangyu to keep the door closed at home. "Fangyu, before going to bed at night, make sure to check carefully whether the door is closed and locked properly. And don't talk to any of the men."

"Just like my mom, she keeps emphasizing this."

"You're a girl, so of course you should explain these things more."

"I know, I've got it."

Yu Jihong and Fang Sandi set up their stall early in the morning, and after returning, they tidied up their things and took a nap in the afternoon.

Yu Jihong lay in bed unable to sleep, thinking about Fang Yu. Today was Saturday, and Fang Yu had gone home. She would be alone at home for the Mid-Autumn Festival. Would she feel lonely and sad? What would she eat today?

After thinking it over and over, Yu Jihong couldn't sleep anymore. She got up and opened the letter Fang Yu had written. She had already read this letter several times. Fang Yu was sharing things about school with her, saying that there were English classes in junior high school, and the students couldn't remember them, so they wrote Chinese characters next to them to remember them.

Since she couldn't sleep anyway, Yu Jihong decided to write a letter to Fang Yu.

There was only one dining table in the room. She took out a pen and some writing paper and began to write on it.

"Fang Yu, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Mom was wondering what you'd eat by yourself. You said you've been learning English, so Mom is learning to speak Mandarin properly. Here, I have to speak Mandarin with every customer. I thought I spoke it pretty well, but sometimes the people who come to buy breakfast still seem to have a little trouble understanding me..."

Mentioning Mandarin reminded Yu Jihong of him. Here, apart from Fang Sandi, everyone else had to speak Mandarin. The person Yu Jihong had spoken Mandarin to the most was him. Yu Jihong even had the fleeting thought that one day he might appear among this group of people who had to speak Mandarin. However, Yu Jihong quickly dismissed the idea, thinking that the world was too big for that to happen.

At that time, Yu Jihong had never traveled far from home and was used to the rough and gruff local dialect. When she heard his Mandarin, she felt a sense of warmth. Yu Jihong loved talking to him. She loved him so much back then. She loved his appearance, she loved his voice, she loved being with him, and she believed that he would come back to find her.

Yu Jihong was a little distracted, staring at the letter and the letter paper. Why didn't he write to her back then? He knew where she lived and what her name was. If he couldn't come in person, he could have written to her. Why didn't she think of that back then? She just waited foolishly. Did he ever write to her? The village mail was kept at the general store, where there were many people. After he left, Yu Jihong found out she was pregnant and didn't dare to go to crowded places.

Thinking of this, Yu Jihong's mind became a little confused. How come this matter has been brought up again after so many years? Yu Jihong covered her forehead with her hand.

"Jihong, why aren't you asleep?" Fang Sandi woke up.

"Oh, it's the Mid-Autumn Festival today. I wonder what Fang Yu will eat alone. I miss her. I'll write her a letter. You go to sleep. I'll go to bed early tonight."

Fang Meihao and Bao Wenzhao returned to Fang Meihao's parents' home for the Mid-Autumn Festival. Fang Meihao was holding her 10-month-old son, while Bao Wenzhao was carrying large and small bags. "Mom, my second sister's shop is busy and she asked me to bring some things. This bag is hers."

"There are only three of us at home, how can we possibly eat?" Fang Meixiang's mother took the food.

When Fang Meixiang saw that Fang Meihao and Bao Wenzhao had arrived, she went to the door and peeked out.

"Big sister, are you looking at Dongqiang?" Fang Meihao came to her side.

"Mm." Fang Meixiang nodded.

"Dongqiang will be back in two weeks. He'll come again during the National Day holiday in October and stay at home for a few more days."

Fang Meixiang smiled, her eyes full of anticipation.

“We haven’t seen our son for so long, we miss him,” Fang Meixiang’s mother said from the side. “We miss him too. We’ve seen Dongqiang every day since he was little, but this time it’s been half a month since we last saw him.”

"He's not home, so the house must be quiet, right? My second sister said that Tingting will come even though she doesn't have class."

“Okay, Zhe Zhe is coming too.” Fang Meixiang’s mother put down her things and took the child from Fang Meihao’s hands. “During the holidays, all the children come to the countryside to be with me and Dad. We’ll take care of them.” Fang Meixiang added, “Meihao, even if you hadn’t come, I was thinking of going to the county town.” Fang Meixiang’s mother said.

"Mother, is something the matter?"

“We should ask Wenzhao about this.” Fang Meixiang’s mother walked over. “Wenzhao, I have a question for you.”

"Oh, Mother, what is it?" Bao Wenzhao was talking to Fang Meixiang's father and quickly turned his head.

"They said that illnesses like my sister's can be treated now, and there are medicines available? Someone in the village just went to see a doctor and said there are now mental hospitals?"

"It's a mental hospital. There are now hospitals that specialize in treating this condition."

"Can I watch this too, sister?" Fang Meixiang's mother asked eagerly.

"Sister, this has been going on for too many years, so we'll use the same approach as before. Help her with some simple housework, talk to her more, and don't upset her. She doesn't need medication right now; too much medication can have side effects."

“I told you, after all these years, how could medicine possibly cure this kind of psychological problem? She’s already doing very well now, much better than before,” Fang Meixiang’s father said. “When Mom heard about this hospital, she said she wanted to take Meixiang there, and even said that she could ride a bicycle afterward. She’s dreaming too much.”

"Mother, don't worry, Wenzhao will definitely treat eldest sister as soon as he has a good plan." Fang Meihao came over after exchanging a few words with Fang Meixiang. "Sister is getting better and better now."

"Yes, things have really improved a lot in the past few years if we do what Wenzhao said. I treat her like a 5-year-old child again, and teach her from scratch. I take her to the fields to do some simple work, teach her to wash clothes, and she even helps to start the fire when I cook. I didn't know that before. I was afraid of scaring her, so I protected her and didn't let her do any work. If I had taught her to do things and guided her to do them before, she could live independently now. I wish I had met Wenzhao sooner."

“Mother, you knew me before, but I didn’t study medicine, so you didn’t know!” Bao Wenzhao said with a smile.

Everyone burst into laughter upon hearing this.