It's not just because they take up space; these things are physically demanding, and it's difficult to carry them this far without making a sound. For safety reasons, they can't be taken out.
Fearing oxygen deprivation, Qiu Zean didn't linger. He put the things in and quickly came out, then straightened the stone slab again.
After doing all that, Qiu Zean could have found a warm place and gotten a good night's sleep.
But he didn't want to leave. Although the house was dilapidated, it held his grandparents' and his mother's last memories before he left.
He went to the only room where the roof hadn't collapsed, and lay on the cold earthen kang (heated brick bed), his thoughts racing.
Qiu Zean felt a pang of sadness for the old man who was always smiling but wiser than anyone else, the old woman who was picky but loved him dearly, and the fiery and bright woman who eventually became silent and withdrawn after being crushed by life.
He doesn't know where his family is, and sometimes he really misses them terribly.
Over the years, he has never received a single letter, not even a verbal message.
Qiu Zean was constantly uneasy and unable to settle down. All his concerns had vanished without a trace.
He especially hoped that one day the situation would improve, his relatives would be able to return, and he could see them again.
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At this time, in the Min family mansion in the Eagle Kingdom.
A middle-aged woman woke up from her sleep, shouting "Don't cry!" and covered in sweat.
In her dream, her boy waved goodbye to her, wiping away tears with his thin little hands.
After waking up, the woman couldn't fall back asleep. She turned on the bedside lamp and checked the time.
The woman lit a cigarette, leaned against the headboard, and missed the ten-year-old boy in her dream.
No, not ten years old. The Chinese New Year has passed, and her boy is 25 years old this year.
I wonder if he has a supportive partner and two lovely children.
When her son was little, she always complained that he was a brat and not as considerate as her daughter.
After all these years, she felt especially fortunate that she had given birth to a boy.
Even if she's not by his side, no matter how much suffering the child endures, at least he won't be afraid of being schemed against or marrying a bad person.
Because he was too young back then, and the journey was too dangerous, she chose to keep him behind despite her reluctance and worry.
God knows how many times she had her luggage packed during the first five years in the UK.
No matter how difficult it is to go back, she wants to go back as long as she can see her son.
It was her father's repeated reprimands that made her face reality and resist the urge to go back.
After arriving in the United States, she learned to smoke.
Whenever she thinks of her child, she lights a cigarette and watches the smoke rise, as if it can take away some of the sadness in her heart.
I wonder if the child will blame her after all these years.
It's strange, isn't it? As long as I can remember her as my mother, even hatred is good.
She feared that one day she would be able to go back, but her son would not remember her.
As the cigarette burned out, the woman wiped away her tears, hid her thoughts, and prepared to go to work at her company early.
Over the years, she has been able to briefly forget the pain of missing him by working herself to the bone without a moment's rest.
Just like her father said, only if she becomes stronger will she have a chance to be among the first to return once the situation changes.
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