Xing Zhaozhao's home.
After seeing Wang Xiaofa off, Xing Zhaozhao locked the door and returned to the main room.
Professor Yang looked at Xing Zhaozhao with a somewhat complicated expression.
She had a pretty good idea of what that young man did.
"You're really brave," she exclaimed.
Xing Zhaozhao smiled dismissively and said, "If I weren't bold, would I have let you into the house?"
Professor Yang immediately fell silent.
That's true.
She looked at Xing Zhaozhao, paused for a moment, and finally said what had been interrupted earlier: "You said before that if I needed any help, I could come to you..."
“That’s right.” Xing Zhaozhao nodded. “What kind of help does Professor Yang need from me?”
"I'd like to borrow some rice from you," Professor Yang said. "My husband, Mr. Zhou, has just recovered from a serious illness and is still very weak. I'd like to cook him some porridge to help him recover, but, as you know, the living conditions where we live are..."
Xing Zhaozhao was taken aback for a moment, then quickly chuckled: "That's it?"
"What's so hard to talk about? Is it worth taking so long to think about?" Xing Zhaozhao said as she got up and went to the kitchen, took a cloth bag, and filled it halfway with rice.
Professor Yang took the cloth bag, his face still slightly flushed, and said embarrassedly, "I've never asked anyone for anything like this before..."
Although she was down on her luck, her inherent pride still wouldn't allow her to be humble in front of others.
"Why are you being so polite with me? To be honest, I'm the one who owes you. If it weren't for me, Professor Zhou probably wouldn't have been so frightened that he fell ill." Xing Zhaozhao said, unable to suppress a laugh.
Professor Yang couldn't help but smile upon hearing this.
The two exchanged a glance and immediately understood.
"It seems you already know?" Xing Zhaozhao said somewhat embarrassedly.
Professor Yang nodded: "Actually, it's not your fault. Who would have thought that someone who always talks about materialism and believes in science would be scared sick by the supernatural things he always scoffed at?"
Xing Zhaozhao thought about it and understood somewhat: "After all, we're getting older, and our lives are so different from before, so we're bound to have some worries and overthink things."
Professor Yang sighed softly: "Who can argue with that? He returned full of vigor back then, wanting to contribute to the country. Who could have imagined he would end up like this? He was unwilling to accept it. If he had to die carrying such an injustice, he would never die in peace."
Xing Zhaozhao had heard Zhang Wenming mention Professor Zhou before, but didn't know the details, so she couldn't help but ask, "Professor Zhou, he..."
Professor Yang shook his head and didn't say anything more to her. It was none of her business, and knowing more wouldn't do her any good.
"It's getting late, I should head back now. I won't disturb your rest any longer," Professor Yang said, turning to leave.
Xing Zhaozhao looked at Professor Yang's graying temples and withered face with some regret, and couldn't help but pull him back again: "Professor Yang, please wait a while."
Professor Yang looked at her, puzzled.
Xing Zhaozhao quickly went into the inner room, took out some dates and longans she had brought from the other side from the cabinet, put them in a bag, and went out to give them to Professor Yang: "Take these too."
Professor Yang opened it and his expression immediately changed.
These things aren't easy to buy.
She quickly tried to return the bag, saying, "No, this is too valuable, I can't accept it."
“Take it back and let him rest and recover properly with Professor Zhou. You don’t want him to die here with this injustice, do you?” Xing Zhaozhao said.
Professor Yang paused, holding the bag, but ultimately withdrew it. His eyes welled with tears as he looked at Xing Zhaozhao with gratitude: "Thank you, Zhaozhao."
Back at the cowshed, Professor Yang showed Professor Zhou the things Xing Zhaozhao had given him.
Professor Zhou blushed as he recalled how he had schemed against Xing Zhaozhao before.
"Oh, what a wonderful girl. It's such a pity. She got married early and already has three children. Huai Xi didn't come back with us either. Otherwise, I would definitely try to bring them together and marry her," Professor Zhou sighed.
Professor Yang gave him a reproachful look: "You wish!"
Professor Zhou pursed his lips: "It's just a thought. If you don't think about the good, are you going to think about the bad? That's too much of a bad idea."
After seeing Professor Yang off, Xing Zhaozhao washed up and went to bed, completely unaware that Professor Zhou was still thinking about her.
Gao Yang hadn't collected much of the dried wild vegetables and mushrooms she wanted yet, so she wasn't in a hurry to go there. She stayed home and stayed with the children for two days until Aunt Zhao came looking for her in a hurry.
“Mingcheng’s wife, didn’t you say you could get some fabric for Xiaoyu? Do you have any connections? I’m not trying to rush you, but you know Xiaoyu is getting married next month. If we don’t get the fabric quickly, we won’t have time to make her clothes.”
Xing Zhaozhao then remembered that she still owed Aunt Zhao a piece of fabric, and quickly agreed: "Tomorrow."
Aunt Zhao left satisfied.
Xing Zhaozhao began preparing the things she would take there tomorrow.
Gao Yang still didn't get much of the dried wild vegetables and dried mushrooms he wanted; in the dead of winter, everyone's stock was running low.
Xing Zhaozhao simply didn't bring anything. In her basket, she only put the jewelry box she had picked up at the scrap yard before, still wrapped in newspaper, and planned to take it over to see how much it was worth.
The next day was a sunny and beautiful day.
1969 was the year.
The same goes for 2025.
Xing Zhaozhao carried a basket on her back, went through the door, and left the cellar. She had just climbed onto the pile of stones in front of her when she felt in her pocket. Something was wrong; she seemed to have forgotten to bring money. She quickly went back.
Uncle Kun is a fisherman, and taking advantage of the good weather, he came to the reservoir to fish again.
He used to fish on the other side of the reservoir and always came back empty-handed. This time, he specially climbed the mountain for half an hour to change the location and even picked a place with a particularly good view. He had just put his things down when he heard a rustling sound behind him.
He turned his head to look at it, puzzled.
He saw a person standing on a pile of stones not far from him.
Facing the sun directly, it was too dazzling, and I couldn't see her face clearly. In the blink of an eye, I saw her turn around and walk away.
Kunbo followed curiously, and as soon as he climbed up the mound, he saw a figure flash past the cellar entrance below.
Uncle Kun followed him down into the cellar.
He was stunned to see that the cellar was empty.
No, where is he? He clearly saw someone here just now.
It can't be...
Suddenly, Kunbo felt a chill run down his spine, turned around, and ran away as fast as he could, yelling, "Help! There's a ghost..."
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