A blurry image flashed through her mind: music, dancers, and a man approaching her, saying something similar to what she had just heard. The words slipped out: "Have we met before?"
As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them and wanted to take them back: "I'm sorry, I..."
“Yes, we’ve met.” Zhou Jinshan interrupted her, a ripple appearing in his dark eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.
Feng Mingshu didn't notice the fleeting ripple in his eyes, but a sense of unease began to creep in. She pressed him for an answer, asking, "When have you seen me before?"
Because she had just confirmed that the images that had just surfaced in her mind were things she had never actually experienced, and the images were so unreal that they seemed unreal.
Seeing the confusion and unease on her face, and Qian Eryong watching her intently, Zhou Jinshan said gently, "Comrade Feng, it's okay if you can't remember some things. Get in the car first, and I'll take you to Xiaowangzhuang."
Upon hearing the other person mention Xiaowangzhuang, Feng Mingshu's doubts deepened, because she had not mentioned her destination at all.
After a moment of silence, she nodded and walked towards the jeep.
Zhou Jinshan opened the back door for her. She hesitated for a moment, but still got in.
During this time, Qian Eryong tried to make a move, but was stopped by the guards.
Qian Eryong, his face dark, drove after the jeep.
The country roads were uneven, and dust kicked up by the wheels rushed into the car window.
The dust made Feng Mingshu's lungs uncomfortable, and she couldn't help but cover her mouth and cough. A hand reached out from her side and closed the car window.
Feeling a bit better, she whispered, "Thank you."
Qian Eryong had just caught up with the jeep and reached the side where Feng Mingshu was sitting when he saw the car window close. The jeep suddenly accelerated, kicking up dust and exhaust fumes, which made him even angrier.
He stepped on the gas and chased after him, unwilling to give up.
That afternoon, two cars arrived at Xiaowangzhuang, almost alarming the entire village.
However, when the villagers recognized Feng Mingshu's identity, their expressions varied, and some villagers looked guilty and avoided eye contact.
When she arrived at the ancestral home and saw the collapsed brick and mud walls, as well as the pitted and uneven yard, she immediately understood the reason for the villagers' strange behavior.
But at this moment, she felt no sadness; perhaps she was numb.
If they can't even protect people, how can they protect just a house with a bad class background?
When the village officials arrived, they initially surrounded the officer in the military vehicle. However, upon learning that the officer had personally driven Feng Mingshu there, they immediately organized a team to help her rebuild her ancestral home.
She refused, borrowed only some tools, and began to clean up the ancestral home.
She refused Zhou Jinshan's offer of help.
The exercise on the farm was useful; at least she has some strength now and can work more efficiently.
By evening, she had tidied up almost the entire yard and then went to the woodshed.
Qian Eryong walked over, and taking advantage of her exhaustion, took the tools from her hands and handed her a box: "Don't be in a hurry to refuse, let me tell you something first."
“After your ancestral home collapsed, I happened to pass by here one day and found a cellar in your woodshed. There were some things inside, which I took out. Now I am returning them to their rightful owner. However, many things are still floating around outside, but I will definitely redeem them and return them to you one by one.”
Feng Mingshu paused for a moment, then opened the box and saw a paperweight inside, the same paperweight that had once been placed in her mother's study.
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