Chapter 339 Supplementing Nutrition
Qiao Wanyin looked up at the sunset and let out a long breath, as if she wanted to expel all the pent-up frustration that had been building up in her heart all this time.
The magnificent clouds dyed half the sky red, like a gentle fire burning, casting a soft glow on her profile.
She truly believed that.
If it weren't for those cultural relics, if it weren't for the irrefutable and irrefutable evidence before them, sufficient to overturn all the falsehoods,
This upheaval has likely already plunged them all into an abyss of despair.
Right now, the Fu and Song families are probably already crammed onto the old-fashioned green train heading to a remote rural area.
Curled up in the hard seat, her eyes vacant, she couldn't even cry out.
Once fate is completely reversed, trying to turn it back is like rowing against the current—extremely difficult.
But these words weighed heavily on her heart, and she didn't utter a single one.
She didn't want to talk about that harrowing experience, and she didn't want others to know how she secretly maneuvered and obtained the crucial evidence from Zheng Mingyuan.
Some things are better known to as few people as possible.
She simply smiled slightly, raising the corners of her mouth gently, and teased playfully, "Of course! I'm a lucky koi fish that brings good fortune with it!"
His tone was relaxed, as if it were all just luck.
She just happened to be on the lucky side, and remained unscathed.
When she returned home to deliver the news, Lin Shuxian was squatting in front of the low stove, carefully cooking a pot of millet porridge.
The firewood in the stove crackled and popped, its faint light illuminating her wrinkled face.
She held an old porcelain spoon in her hand, stirring the bottom of the pot little by little to prevent it from burning.
Upon hearing this, she was jolted, and the porcelain spoon in her hand fell to the ground with a "clatter."
It shattered into several pieces with a crisp sound, the fragments scattering everywhere, much like her panicked heart at that moment.
"Is it really not a lie?"
Ignoring the shards of porcelain at her feet, she grabbed Qiao Wanyin's wrist, her knuckles turning white from the force.
Tears flowed like a burst dam, gushing down her cheeks and dripping onto her rough clothes.
"Jiangnan Agricultural Research Institute? They really want me to come along? I... I can leave here?"
Her voice trembled, filled with unbelievable ecstasy.
It was as if those words were a ray of light she had longed for for many years, finally piercing through the gloom and shining into reality.
"Absolutely true."
Fu Li'an's voice was calm and firm.
He took out an official document stamped with a bright red official seal from his briefcase and handed it to Lin Shuxian.
The handwriting on the paper is clear, and the seal is solemn and beyond question.
"We're leaving in three days. Time is tight, so hurry up and pack your bags."
His tone was gentle but brooked no delay.
"Take only what you need; you can add other things when you get there."
In the dead of night, all was quiet, and the entire courtyard was shrouded in tranquility.
Qiao Wanyin stood quietly alone in the courtyard, looking up at the clear and bright moon.
The silvery moonlight fell upon her like water, casting a long, thin shadow.
She gently raised her hand and stroked her slightly protruding belly, her movements so gentle as if she were afraid of disturbing something.
At that moment, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
All the worries and anxieties seemed to quietly fade away in the stillness of the night.
The old items I secretly took from Zheng Mingyuan—the yellowed diary, the mottled copper coins, and the old letter that held the truth—
It wasn't all for nothing after all.
They became the most crucial evidence, breaking the previously unbreakable situation.
Three days later, the train station was packed with people, bustling with crowds everywhere.
The cacophony of broadcasts, children's cries, and the clatter of suitcase wheels on the ground blended together to create a bustling scene.
Song Heting has lost a lot of weight, his cheekbones are prominent, and his complexion looks a little haggard, but his spirits are surprisingly good.
He was wearing a faded blue overall, his back straight, shaking hands with each of his old colleagues who came to see him off.
"Old Song, take care! Write to me often when you get there!"
Someone patted him on the shoulder, their voice choked with emotion.
"Engineer Song, we're waiting for you to come back to the city! We're waiting for you to return!"
The other person held his hand for a long time, unwilling to let go.
Lin Shuxian carried a bulging canvas bag on her back, and had two small bundles slung over her shoulders.
A long-lost smile finally appeared on his face, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothed out, like the thawing surface of a river in spring.
The train let out a long whistle, which made the platform tremble slightly.
The wheels turned slowly, steam rose, and the train began to move slowly forward.
Just as the train was about to leave the platform, Song Heting suddenly leaned out of the window, almost plunging half his body out.
He waved frantically at Qiao Wanyin and Fu Li'an on the platform, shouting with all his might:
"Wanyin! Li'an! Thank you! Your uncle will remember this for the rest of his life!"
The voice pierced through the noise, drifting in the wind, carrying deep gratitude and reluctance.
Qiao Wanyin stood on the platform, head tilted back, eyes slightly moist, waving frantically until the train gradually disappeared into the distance.
Finally, it rounded the bend and disappeared completely into the distance at the end of the railway tracks.
This commotion, which lasted for months, has finally come to an end.
The dust has settled, and people's hearts are at peace.
After seeing off his uncle's family, Fu Lian'an's vacation was almost over.
Military discipline dictates that delays cannot be made arbitrarily; he must return to his unit on time.
On his last night before leaving, he specially asked his workplace for half a day off to accompany Qiao Wanyin to the hospital for a prenatal checkup.
He knew he might not be able to return for a long time, and he just wanted to do everything he could so as to have no regrets.
In the examination room, the female doctor skillfully operated the ultrasound machine, and the blurry yet vivid outline of the fetus gradually appeared on the screen.
She pushed up her glasses and said calmly, "The baby is quite strong, has a strong heartbeat, and is developing very well."
After a pause, he added, "You're a bit anemic, so you need to eat more supplements. You should eat red dates and pork liver regularly, don't just focus on saving money."
Fu Li'an immediately took out his notebook from his pocket and carefully wrote down the doctor's words.
Every character was written with exceptional care, as if afraid of missing any detail.
Even so, his brows remained furrowed.
He looked up at the doctor with sincere eyes, his voice low but tinged with unease: "Doctor, I have to go back to my unit tomorrow... My wife is home alone, will there be any problems with this situation?"
"Don't panic."
The doctor noticed his anxiety, smiled and reassured him, "Her health is actually quite good, and her pregnancy is stable. As long as she comes for check-ups on time, there's nothing to worry about."
The two left the hospital when the afternoon sun was at its warmest.
They then stopped at a nearby shopping mall and bought some baby clothes, diapers, bottles and other necessities.
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