By the time the group finished repairing the traps, the sun was already setting in the west.
Having resolved the major crisis, everyone walked back with lighter steps, but the tension had not completely dissipated.
The women in the small depression were extremely worried, pacing anxiously in front of the Liu family's courtyard, fearing that something might happen to them.
Although the younger children didn't understand what had happened, seeing the adults' anxiety, they lost interest in playing and sat quietly to the side, looking around, hoping to see those familiar figures.
Fortunately, this worry lasted for more than two hours before it finally disappeared when a group of familiar figures appeared.
Little Nuan'er quickly got up from the stool, happily pointed to the distance, and said with a grin, "Mommy, my sisters are back!"
After saying that, he happily waved to the person who came.
The little one wasn't very tall, and as if afraid that people wouldn't see her waving little hands, she just happily jumped around, looking full of life and energy.
The group of old Liu and his companions, who had been a little nervous, were greatly soothed upon seeing Xiao Nuan'er's joyful figure.
Yes, the peace and tranquility in the small depression is something that can't be found anywhere else, and they would be more concerned with protecting this peace than anything else.
Everything outside was irrelevant to them; only their family in the small depression was what they cared about most.
As soon as Jiang Yimian stepped into the courtyard, Xiao Nuan'er rushed over with her short legs, hugged her leg, and said in a pitiful voice, "Sister is back! Xiao Nuan'er missed you so much."
The little guy has gained some weight recently. Whenever he makes an expression, the soft flesh on his face wrinkles up, making him look incredibly cute with his fair and tender skin.
Jiang Yimian picked up Xiao Nuan'er and pinched the little one's cheek before asking curiously, "How much do you want to?"
After thinking for a while, Xiao Nuan'er opened her arms wide and stretched them out to both sides with great effort, saying earnestly, "Yes, I think so!"
The laughter made everyone laugh, and their unease and tension vanished instantly.
Zhao Xing'er simply smiled and invited everyone to sit in the courtyard, while the other women went into the kitchen.
At noon, everyone was preoccupied with the Liu brothers and didn't eat much. But now that they saw everyone had returned safely, they knew the matter was settled.
I didn't ask any more questions and went straight into the kitchen to get busy.
Jiang Yimian went home, washed her face, and then came to the front of the Liu family's courtyard. She saw several children drawing and writing on the ground with twigs, while Old Man Liu and the others watched from the side, their faces full of smiles.
She was curious, so she went over to take a look.
On the ground were several large, crooked characters: Jiang Ye, Jiang Nuan'er, Liu Daya.
Although the handwriting was crooked and each radical seemed to be separated, none of them were wrong. She was immediately surprised and asked curiously, "Can you write my sister's name?"
Daya and Xiaonuan'er paused, holding the tree branch, their little faces scrunched up for a while, before shaking their heads.
Ono tentatively wrote the character "Jiang" below his own name.
Jiang Yimian nodded, only encouraging him to continue.
Once Ono saw that he had received approval, he immediately stopped being nervous. He waved his hand and added the character "一" after "江". He thought about the last character for a long time but couldn't bring himself to write it.
Jiang Yimian's lips twitched. She really shouldn't have had too high expectations. After all, they were just kids who had never been to school, and it was already quite impressive that they could write their own names.
Just as he was about to offer some praise, Ono suddenly stood up from the ground and ran over to Lu Cijian, who was whittling bamboo arrows to the side. She smiled and said, "Brother Cijian, can you write my sister's name? My sister's name is Jiang Yimian."
Jiang Yimian was taken aback, then understood.
The people in the small depression were all peasants who had never been to school and naturally could hardly read or write, let alone write their own names.
Lu Cijian glanced at Jiang Yimian before nodding, putting away the short dagger in his hand, and walking towards where the group was standing.
He casually picked up a branch from the ground, and with a flourish, wrote the three characters "Jiang Yimian" in a graceful and elegant style.
It is said that one's handwriting reflects one's name. Looking at the vigorous and powerful characters on the ground, Jiang Yimian felt that they were indeed very similar to Lu Cijian's.
Every stroke of his pen carries a sharp edge, just like the coldness and aloofness that surrounds him.
Although Old Liu was illiterate, he could still tell the difference between good and bad handwriting. He immediately exclaimed in surprise, "Cijian, your handwriting is really beautiful. Did you start practicing it when you were a child?"
Apart from the village chief, who knew a few characters, everyone else in Xinghua Village was illiterate. This was the first time he had ever seen someone write such beautiful characters.
It looks neat and tidy, at least unlike Ono and the others' messy handwriting, which looks like they're drawing a map.
Lu Cijian simply responded casually, without saying much, his gaze fixed on Jiang Yimian.
Jiang Yimian lowered her head and met the boy's cold yet clear gaze. She was a little dazed, only to feel that she seemed to see a look of seeking praise in his eyes.
Ono was also very happy. She carefully copied the character's name from the side before asking curiously, "Brother Cijian, how do you write your name?"
Everyone looked at him.
Lu Cijian then wrote the three characters "Lu Cijian" next to him, still in a vigorous and powerful style, so beautiful that it was almost unbelievable, just like the man himself.
Everyone exclaimed in surprise and crowded around to ask how to write their names. In no time, everyone in the courtyard was writing their names with twigs.
Several people practiced their calligraphy at a distance, each with their own distinct style.
Only Lu Cijian and Jiang Yimian's names were listed side by side, undisturbed. If it weren't for the fact that they were on the ground, they would look like the words arranged side by side on a marriage certificate.
Jiang Yimian was startled by the thought in her mind and raised her foot to erase her name.
Ono was the first to notice, and immediately said, "Sister, you should practice how to write your name too!"
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