When Yang Qingyan's slender figure completely disappeared at the end of the winding road, and there was no trace of her anymore, Mu Nanhe seemed to come back to his senses from a long daze, and he slightly raised his heavy steps and walked towards the troops with a lonely look. Along the way, the sun was scattered on the ground, but he had no heart to appreciate it. Yang Qingyan's distant eyes and stubborn words kept appearing in his mind, and his mood became heavier.
Soon, he arrived at the office door of his comrade He Zhengping and knocked on the door. The knocking sound echoed in the noisy corridor. It was daytime, and the slogans of the soldiers' training could be heard from outside from time to time.
The door opened, and He Zhengping saw that it was Mu Nanhe. A flash of surprise flashed across his eyes, and he couldn't help but ask, "How come you have time to come here, you old white man?"
Mu Nanhe did not respond, but walked into the house and sat down without saying a word, his face full of fatigue and helplessness. He Zhengping looked at 놛's expression and understood a little bit, and did not ask any more questions, but waited quietly for 놛 to calm down a little.
After a long while, He Zhengping saw that Mu Nanhe's mood had calmed down a little, so he said softly: "Did you have a conflict with your wife?"
Mu Nanhe smiled bitterly, that smile was full of bitterness and self-mockery, then shook his head and replied: "It's not a quarrel, she didn't quarrel with me at all, but her attitude was very distant, and it felt like there was an unbridgeable gap between her and me."
He Zhengping frowned slightly and said thoughtfully, "I'm afraid she suffered too much at home before. I saw it all. She was in such a bad condition, but she saved Xiaohu without hesitation. In the end, she fainted from exhaustion. She is so kind-hearted. She is a good girl. What do you think of her?"
After hearing this, Mu Nanhe was silent for a moment, as if he was lost in a long memory. After a while, he slowly spoke: "She climbed into my bed at the beginning, and I had no choice but to marry her. Now that things have come to this, since I married her, I will take responsibility for her for the rest of my life."
He Zhengping sighed softly and said earnestly, "It's not enough to just feed her a meal between husband and wife. There are many feelings that need to be maintained. You have to understand her, care about her, and get into her heart. Besides, I heard that your house in the family compound has been prepared, and it's time for you to move back. Only by moving back and living together, day and night, can your relationship improve. How can the gap be eliminated if you live apart for so long?"
Mu Nanhe raised his head and looked at the blue sky outside the window, his heart was full of confusion. Thinking of Yang Qingyan's thin but stubborn back when she was alone, and her distant attitude, his heart was full of mixed feelings. He knew that He Zhengping was right, and he couldn't go on like this. He should think carefully about how to treat this marriage and how to treat Yang Qingyan, his wife in name only, so that they could have a little warmth and hope in their lives.
After a long while, Mu Nanhe stood up, his expression firmer, nodded to He Zhengping, and said, "I understand. Thank you, Zhengping."
Then, Mu Nanhe turned around and strode out of the door, heading straight for his dormitory. In the dormitory, sunlight shone through the windows onto the ground, forming patches of bright light, reflecting his slightly lonely figure.
Looking around, looking at those simple daily necessities, a complex emotion surged in my heart. This place has carried many of my past times of being alone. Now, in order to get closer to Yang Qingyan, I decided to let go of this habit of being alone and resolutely began to pack my luggage.
She moved quickly and efficiently, and soon packed her clothes, toiletries and other necessary items into several bags. Then, she picked up the bags and walked towards the family compound with a firm step.
Yang Qingyan stayed alone in the village for a long time. As she walked down the winding road, the scenery was dyed orange-red by the setting sun. It was almost evening. She held the wild vegetables and ginseng she had packed tightly in her hands. She thought she should thank her neighbor Liang Huantao for helping her when she first arrived.
Soon, she arrived at Liang Huantao's door and knocked gently. The crisp knock was particularly loud in the quiet evening, accompanied by her gentle question: "Sister-in-law, are you home?"
The door creaked open, and Liang Huantao saw that it was Yang Qingyan. A brilliant smile instantly lit up her face, and she warmly welcomed her into the house: "Sister, come in quickly, you must be tired from the journey."
Yang Qingyan shook her head slightly, walked into the house with a smile, put her handbag on the table, and slowly opened it: "Sister-in-law, I went out today and dug some wild vegetables. I can't finish them all by myself, so I thought of giving some to you."
As she spoke, she carefully held the ginseng in her hands. "Also, I was lucky enough to dig up a ginseng. This thing is good for health. I'll give you half. You can take it back, wash it and keep it. Cook it for Xiaohu. It will be good for his recovery."
Liang Huantao's eyes suddenly widened as she looked at the ginseng. She was so frightened that she quickly waved her hand and refused: "Sister, I can't do this. I just keep the wild vegetables. I accept your kindness. How can I help such a precious thing like ginseng? We neighbors should help each other, don't be so unreasonable."
Before Yang Qingyan left, she gently held Liang Huantao's hand, her eyes sincere and honest: "Sister-in-law, just accept it. I know ginseng is expensive, Xiaohu is in poor health, eating it can really help recuperate, and you can worry less. Besides, you not only brought me meals before, but also borrowed the sheets and quilts from my house. I remember all these favors."
Liang Huantao's eyes were slightly red, and she was still a little hesitant: "My things are all worthless, how can they be compared with this ginseng."
Yang Qingyan was determined and insisted that she accept it. Liang Huantao couldn't refuse, but finally took the ginseng with gratitude.
When Yang Qingyan stood up to say goodbye, Liang Huantao quickly turned and went into the inner room. After a while, she came back with several steaming hot rice cakes and stuffed them into Yang Qingyan's hands without saying anything: "Sister, take them. You must be hungry now. Go back and fill your stomach."
Yang Qingyan couldn't refuse, so she had to accept it. She looked at the rice cake in her hand, then looked at Liang Huantao, her heart full of emotion: "Sister-in-law, thank you, then I'll go first, call me if you have anything."
"Okay, sister, take care." Liang Huantao stood at the door and watched Yang Qingyan leave until her figure disappeared in the darkening sky. She was full of gratitude, thinking that she would take good care of Yang Qingyan in the future, not only for treating Xiaohu, but also for giving her such precious things.
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