Zhu Xiuqin took Su Qingzhi's hand and led her into the main room.
Upon opening the door, a room full of red donation certificates were piled on the table.
Su Qingzhi's eyes stung, and her throat felt like it was blocked by something.
She stared at those red books, and the image of her parents organizing the documents one by one flashed through her mind.
They lived their entire lives with integrity, dedicating their youth and passion to their cause.
However, they were targeted, schemed against, and reported.
But she couldn't help but think, thankfully, there's Su Yueyue.
Once she entered the book, she disrupted the original path.
My parents knew something was going to happen, so they quickly moved those crucial documents.
Otherwise, those things would have long since lost their Shen surname.
"Mom, is life in the village going well? Is working in the fields tiring?"
Su Qingzhi kept this matter on her mind.
But being in the military restricts his movement, so he can't go back to visit often.
Today, when they finally met, she couldn't take her eyes off her mother's face.
Zhu Xiuqin took her daughter's hand and gently sat down.
"I really had a hard time adjusting when I first arrived. I couldn't even hold the hoe properly, my hands were clumsy, my back ached, and I would be covered in sweat after working for a short while. I couldn't do the work efficiently either. While others could finish turning over a row of soil in a morning, I would still be dawdling at the starting point after half a day."
She paused, a bitter smile playing on her lips.
"Luckily, your in-laws were very kind and taught me step by step, without getting annoyed or thinking I was slow. Now, I can keep up and don't hold them back anymore."
Su Qingzhi stared at her mother's face.
Seeing the new fine lines around her eyes and the sunspots on her forehead, my heart clenched.
Her mother was once a respectable intellectual in the city.
Now, however, he spends his days squatting in the ground, keeping company with the soil, all for the sake of making a living.
Su Qingzhi bit her lip and silently made a vow.
Mom, wait a little longer.
I will definitely bring back everything you have lost.
"Mom, does your hand hurt?"
She gently stroked Zhu Xiuqin's hands, which were covered in calluses and cuts, her voice choked with emotion.
"It hasn't hurt for a long time."
Zhu Xiuqin gently wiped away the tears on her daughter's cheeks.
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