Now Wang Er was frustrated; he could no longer play cards whenever he wanted.
The old lady had a clear plan. Her son was obviously useless, so she would just raise her granddaughter well. Once the child grew up, that would be the end of her life, and she would have lived enough.
Wang Er is the kind of person who has no ability; he spends money when he has it and goes about his business when he doesn't. As for He Qing wanting to run away, let her run away; he still has to live his life as usual.
The villagers are all doing well. They make a good living by making bamboo weaving, and some even run agritainment businesses. The food may not be as good as that in hotels, but it has a home-style flavor.
After graduating from university, Fang Xin returned to her village and became a teacher there, staying with her mother.
As for Fang Yang, he found a job in the city, got married and had children, and never came back. He knew he wasn't entitled to come back, but he would send money back. Mo Yan would accept it and put it in the card without touching it or saying she wouldn't accept it.
As the years passed, Fang Xin got together with a village official who had been sent to the countryside. The two had a good relationship and had a daughter. Mo Yan hired a nanny to help take care of the little girl.
Fang Hai and Luo Fei also came out.
The first thing Fang Hai did after getting out was to divorce Luo Fei. When he returned, he wanted to ask Mo Yan for forgiveness, but Mo Yan kicked him out and beat him every time she saw him. Fang Hai regretted it. He regretted that he insisted on climbing the social ladder back then, and in the end, he lost everything and went to jail.
Now, he comes out with white hair and is no longer able to work.
The old house no longer belongs to him; he has to find a job on his own after leaving home.
As for Luo Fei, the same was true; the two of them were struggling to support themselves.
Mo Yan has many apprentices, and they are all learning the art of the beauty fan very seriously, so that this skill can continue to be passed down instead of disappearing with time.
Fang Xin followed her husband, one a teacher dedicated to educating and nurturing students, the other a village official supporting the village; the two supported each other throughout their lives.
When Mo Yan left, Fang Xin's child was already in junior high school.
Seeing that it was almost time and her daughter had found her way, Mo Yan told her daughter.
"Since you're on vacation, I think you could treat the villagers to a meal. I've got all your junior classmates back, so we can all get something done together."
Fang Xin looked bewildered. "What's going on? Is someone getting married?"
"No, your mother is dying,"
Mo Yan spoke very seriously, and Fang Xin didn't know what expression to make when facing her mother. "Mom, what nonsense are you talking about? What do you mean you're going to die? Stop talking nonsense, okay? You should live to be a hundred years old."
They've overcome so many difficult times, and now that they're finally able to live a better life, how could anything happen to their mother?
"I'm telling the truth, I'm not feeling well. It'll be in the next couple of days, so you all need to get everything ready as soon as possible. I checked the dates, and the day after tomorrow would be a good time for the burial."
Fang Xin: "..."
"Mom, stop making a fuss."
Fang Xin felt that her mother must be a little lonely to say that, "How about I have Xin Xin come and keep you company?"
Xin Xin is Fang Xin's daughter.
"You'll all be home tomorrow, so let's have breakfast together and then we can start around noon."
Fang Xin: "..."
Fang Xin thought her mother was just joking, but who knew that the next morning, her mother would actually notify everyone.
And then, after eating, she fell asleep and never woke up again.
"Mom..." Fang Xin pushed Mo Yan's body, "Don't scare me, okay? Stop playing, this game isn't fun at all."
A dragon also arrived, as did everyone else, all carrying wreaths, as if they had known all along.
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