The days passed one by one, and in the blink of an eye, it was the cold twelfth month.

There were several heavy snowfalls, and the entire Heilongjiang Province was covered with a thick layer of silver.

The school had already gone on winter vacation, and the autumn harvest of crops was completely over.

The people of the Shuguang Production Brigade could finally relax and hide in their warm houses, beginning their periodic hibernation.

For many educated youth who went to the countryside, this meant that they could finally put aside their busy farm work temporarily, embark on the journey home, and reunite with their long-lost relatives.

Lin Jianxue also wants to go back to Kyoto to celebrate.

Lin Yuefeng was worried that his daughter, a girl, would not be able to get a train ticket during the tight schedule, so he used his connections to buy her a sleeper ticket and sent it to her in advance.

Today is a rare harvest scene.

According to the brigade's calculations, each household not only received dozens of kilograms of grain, but also received a lot more money in the form of work points than before.

The Fu family also felt a little relieved.

The day before leaving, Dong Yulan specially slaughtered the old hen that she had raised in the yard for a long time and was reluctant to move.

She cleaned up carefully and slowly simmered a pot of thick chicken soup over low heat.

"Xiaoxue, you're frail and tired from the long journey back home. Drink some chicken soup to replenish your body."

Dong Yulan pushed a large bowl of chicken soup in front of Lin Jianxue, with genuine concern in her eyes.

Her tone of voice was still gentle, with the softness that was unique to the ladies of old Kyoto.

"Thank you, Aunt Dong." Lin Jianxue took the bowl and felt warm in her heart.

“This chicken soup is so delicious.”

Fu Qingqing also held her own small bowl, sniffed, and looked at the pot with sparkling eyes.

Fu Zhawei sat silently in front of the stove, adding firewood. The firelight reflected his well-defined face, flickering.

The next day, it was still dawn.

Fu Zhawei had already stood up and helped Lin Jianxue carry her large suitcase. Dong Yulan and Fu Qingqing also prepared some dry food and snacks for her to eat on the road. It was a big bag, very heavy.

"Sister Xiaoxue, be careful on the road." Fu Qingqing's eyes were red as she held Lin Jianxue's hand, reluctant to let go.

"Well, Qingqing, be obedient at home and review your lessons." Lin Jianxue touched her head.

"Aunt Dong, I'm leaving now."

"Be careful on the road, and remember to send a telegram here when you get home," Dong Yulan reminded.

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It’s a long journey from Tonghua Village to the town, and then from the town to the railway station in the county seat.

They had to take the production team's ox cart to the town first, and then transfer to a long-distance bus to the county town.

The long-distance bus was very old and shabby, the carriage was crowded with people, and the air was a bit turbid.

The car swayed along the bumpy dirt road and it took more than two hours to reach the county town.

Lin Jianxue slept late last night because she had to pack her things, and got up too early today. Now she was sitting in the rocking cart and soon felt sleepy.

My eyelids became heavier and heavier, and my head began to swell up a little bit.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Jianxue woke up in a daze.

She opened her eyes and found that it was already bright outside the window.

Her head was resting comfortably on a broad and warm shoulder.

It is Fu Zhewei.

Lin Jianxue's cheeks instantly felt hot.

She suddenly raised her head and looked at the young man beside her in panic.

"I...I fell asleep?"

Fu Zhawei's gaze was still looking out the window, but the lines on his tightly pursed lips seemed to soften a little.

"Yeah." He responded lightly.

"I'm sorry I pressed you down." Lin Jianxue was a little embarrassed and asked in a low voice, "Is your arm... sore?"

Fu Zhewei finally turned his head, looked at her with his dark eyes, and shook his head.

“Not sour.”

After a pause, he added.

"You are too young."

His voice was low, with the hoarseness unique to the early morning, and it brushed across Lin Jianxue's heart gently like a feather.

Lin Jianxue looked at his angular profile, feeling the faint fragrance of soapberry coming from him, and her heart beat faster.

The scenery outside the car window was rapidly receding, and the biting cold wind came in through the gaps in the car window, bringing a biting chill.

But Lin Jianxue felt that at this moment, she was wrapped in a ball of warm flame.

She looked at his handsome yet slightly cold profile and spoke softly, her voice filled with a dependence and expectation that she herself had not yet noticed:

"I'll be back soon after I finish my work."

"You have to remember to think of me."

Upon hearing this, Fu Zhawei's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

He turned his head, his deep gaze met Lin Jianxue's clear eyes, and he was silent for a few seconds.

Then he nodded, his voice still low: "Qingqing and I will miss you."

When Lin Jianxue heard this answer, her heart moved slightly.

She looked at his focused eyes and felt a little itchy in her heart.

Some words and some impulses suddenly become particularly strong at this moment when the Spring Festival is approaching and we are about to part.

The car finally wobbled into the county bus station.

Fu Zhawei carried Li and took Lin Jianxue off the bus, then silently sent her to the train station.

The platform was thronged with people, and the sounds of whistles, hawkers, and people's voices mixed together, filled with the noise of departure and return.

After finding Lin Jianxue's carriage, Fu Zhawei placed the luggage steadily on the luggage rack.

"Telegram me when you get home." He looked at her and repeated Dong Yulan's instructions.

"Yeah." Lin Jianxue nodded.

"Be careful on the road."

"Tuo."

Seeing that the departure time was approaching, the conductor began to urge people on the platform to see them off.

Fu Zhewei prepared to get off the car.

The moment he turned around.

Lin Jianxue suddenly gathered up all her courage and stood on tiptoe.

She reached out and gently took his arm.

Fu Zhawei looked back in confusion.

The next second, a soft and fragrant touch landed on his cheek like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Fu Zhewei froze completely, as if he had been cast under a spell, and his pupils suddenly constricted.

Taking advantage of the moment he was stunned, Lin Jianxue quickly leaned close to his ear and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear quickly and clearly:

"Fu Zhewei, I like you."

"I came to the Shuguang Brigade as an educated youth in the countryside just for you."

"I know that you may have someone you like in your heart, and a past that you can't forget."

"But I am willing to wait for you, wait for you to let go, wait for you... to look at me too."

"You don't have to answer me so quickly. Wait until after the Spring Festival and the beginning of spring, and then you can give me an answer. Okay?"

After saying this, Lin Jianxue seemed to have used up all her strength, and her cheeks were so red that they almost bled.

She no longer dared to look at Fu Zhewei, and suddenly let go of his hand, picked up the small suitcase on the seat, turned around and ran towards the door connecting the carriages.

Almost fled in panic.

After running onto the train, she leaned against the cold wall of the carriage, her heart pounding so hard it almost jumped out of her throat.

After a while, she recovered a little, quietly leaned out of the window and looked at the platform.

Fu Zhewei was still standing there.