Even little Huizhou sat obediently between Cheng Rui and Cheng An, holding a toy in her hand, tilting her little head, watching curiously, and even commenting on their observations.
"She's crying! Oh no!"
Mingzhu, who was standing next to her, almost burst out laughing. Zhu Yan and Jian Dan exchanged a glance and turned their heads toward the inside of the kang (a heated brick bed), but their shoulders were still shrugging rhythmically.
Once the two of them finally snapped out of their daze of the long-awaited reunion, Secretary Lin rolled up his sleeves, wiped his face, and grinned from ear to ear.
Sheng Zhiyuan's eyes were also red.
"I never expected it, I really never expected it, that we would actually meet one day."
Secretary Lin nodded repeatedly.
"That's for sure!"
Back then, I was barely clinging to life. If it weren't for you, I would have been reincarnated countless times already. How could I possibly be sitting here eating and chatting with you all?
At this moment, Secretary Lin showed no airs of a commune secretary, only the joy and emotion of seeing a relative, as well as an intangible trust and reliance on Sheng Zhiyuan.
The contrast is quite striking. Secretary Lin, a man in his fifties, speaks softly and gently to Sheng Zhiyuan, a man in his thirties or forties, with eyes full of dependence. It all seems rather awkward.
This had turned into a reunion between the two of them. Lin Dongfang was keeping Fang Ping company and talking quietly on the side, while Liu Weimin would occasionally chime in. Several women were sitting on the warm kang (a heated brick bed), with three children—two adults and one child—inside.
The atmosphere was incredibly joyful and harmonious.
It wasn't until the afternoon, when snowflakes began to fall heavily, that Sheng Zhiyuan's driver pushed open the door, handed over a telegram, and only then did the group realize with surprise that...
"Oh, it's snowing?"
This was the first snow of the winter. Even a few of us couldn't sit still any longer, so we simply took the kids outside. The yard was already covered in a layer of white snow.
"The snow is quite heavy."
"Sis, if this snow continues until tomorrow morning, will we be able to build a snowman?"
Kids, all they care about is eating and playing.
Little Huizhou was also bouncing all over the ground.
"Build a snowman! Build a snowman!"
However, Zhu Yan paused for a moment, and then her expression changed slightly.
"Sister Yan, what's wrong?"
"This snow..."
A quick glance towards the village entrance revealed a vast expanse of white, and the meaning became clear.
"Sis, are you worried that the snow will be too heavy and the car will have difficulty driving?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the door behind him opened, and several people walked out one by one. Sheng Zhiyuan and Fang Ping were carrying their handbags.
"What are you doing here? Leaving now?"
Liu Weimin quickly walked a few steps and left the yard first.
"Shall I go check if their truck is finished loading?"
Then I heard the creaking sound of someone running.
The group looked rather grim as they watched the heavy snowfall. Sheng Zhiyuan was still trying to comfort Secretary Lin.
"I have to leave today. There's an urgent matter that I need to go back to handle. I've already told Fang Ping that I'll come with them next time they come to pick up the goods."
We've managed to meet all these years, and now I know where you are. We still have such a close connection, so there will be plenty of opportunities to meet.
Simple, yet still a little stunned, after such a gentle and patient explanation...
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