Simplicity can also bring some worries.
"Yes, that's what I'm afraid of. There are no secrets that stay hidden forever."
Seeing her like this, Qin Qinghuai was quite concerned. He mentally eliminated people one by one and basically locked in his target. The main reason was that there were only a few people he had a lot of simple interactions with. They were not the elderly people in the family compound, and they probably couldn't be the newly arrived educated youth. So it was the few educated youth transferred from Liujiatun. After removing the two who were married and the two who were newly married, there were only two left.
Lin Nan is an outgoing and cheerful person who loves to talk and laugh; clearly, she is a different person altogether.
He was certain in his heart, but he didn't show it to her outwardly. After all, it was a woman's privacy, and it wouldn't be appropriate for him to say too much.
"Don't worry, these things can't be rushed. There's always a way. Sometimes it takes the right time, place, and people. If there's a suitable opportunity, it's not necessarily a difficult thing."
She sighed simply, knowing that if she wanted to bury this topic, it would be best to have a more popular and eye-catching one, since that's the pattern for trending news and searches in later generations.
However, neither she nor Qin Qinghuai expected this opportunity to come so quickly, and rather cruelly at that.
The autumn harvest is just around the corner. This year, Jian Dan had nothing much to do, and the little one's legs were getting more and more agile. Jian Dan simply took her along to tidy up the garden. The little one followed behind him, causing trouble. One moment she was being fed a ripe ground cherry, the next a few ripe, dark ones. They didn't do much work, but the two of them were having a lot of fun, laughing and joking.
The old lady on the other side of the wall watched and laughed along. These days, she was too physically strong to keep up with the naughty child and didn't try to help take care of him. However, she didn't neglect him in terms of spirit or material support. Whenever Qin Qingze and Qin Qingjiang sent something, or something brought over by friends or subordinates, or something someone brought back from their trip, she would always choose something suitable for Jian Dan and the child and send it over as soon as possible.
She wouldn't interfere with the lives of the family of three, but she would often nag Qin Qinghuai, telling him to do more work, understand his wife, and not to upset her—these were her constant refrains.
The old man was the same. After all, he had spent half his life in Beijing and had quite a few connections. He would often have people send things over—clothes, food, drinks, toys, and whatever new gadgets came out in Beijing that the little one could use would arrive in his hands in no time.
The old man's mail is now more than twice the size of the combined mail for Jian Dan and Qin Qinghuai. Jian Dan, who was initially a little apprehensive, has now adapted to this pace. Although living with her in-laws is similar to living with her parents-in-law, it doesn't really have much of an impact on her. In fact, it's much better than she imagined. With people both at home and outside caring for her, her resistance and defensiveness have not come in handy.
"Son, go and take it to Grandma."
The little brat's mouth was covered in black soot, so I simply broke off a branch and gave it to him to send him away.
"Do you see Grandma? Take this to Grandma, okay?"
The little one wobbled away, swaying on the emerald green branches.
"Milk! Eat!"
The old woman was reaching out to tease the child over the wall when the door was suddenly kicked open, accompanied by a panicked sound.
"Sister-in-law, something's happened!"
With a slight tremor, the hand that was pulling up the eggplant vines slipped, grazed the eggplant stem, and cut it, from which a bead of blood immediately oozed out.
Before she could even complain, the little one was startled by the sound and trembled. He didn't fall, but he was quite frightened. His lips were pursed, and his eyes were red. The old lady hurriedly climbed over the wall, holding the child with obvious heartache, and her words became more direct.
"What happened that you're in such a hurry?"
The soldier who came in was a young guard at the family compound. I'd just met him a few days ago; his name was Wang Lin. Even though I have trouble recognizing faces, I still remembered him.
"What happened? Don't panic, tell me properly."
Wang Lin was panting heavily; clearly, he had exerted a great deal of effort to run.
"Sister-in-law, there was an accident at the school. Teacher Jiang was just taken to the hospital covered in blood, and Xiao An from Commander Lin's family was also covered in blood. We checked him and there were no external injuries, but he won't speak or let anyone touch him."
The regimental commander and political commissar are in a meeting, and they can't find anyone in charge at the hospital, so Lin Dongfang sent us to find you.
"Teacher Jiang? Teacher Jiang Ping?"
"Yes, that's him."
A simple glance was exchanged with the old lady; what more could be said?
"Go ahead, leave the child here, I'll watch over him, don't worry."
He simply nodded. With Lin Dongfang there, the situation shouldn't be too chaotic; he would just focus on the hospital.
I spoke a few words to the little one, comforted him, and gave him a kiss. Then the two of us rushed to the hospital.
The person has already entered the operating room.
Outside the operating room, Lin Dongfang and the two brothers, Hu Zhiqiang and Hu Yuejin, who later became educated youth, paced back and forth anxiously, peeking through the crack in the door from time to time. When she strode in, Lin Dongfang went over to meet her, exchanged a glance, and without saying a word, gestured directly to the corner of the wall.
A quick glance revealed a small figure huddled in a corner near the operating room entrance, covered in pools of blood that had just dried.
A pang of sadness welled up in my chest; this child, too, had a life filled with hardship.
The child was a little stiff, perhaps because the simple scent was familiar and comforting. He didn't resist and let the simple woman pick him up and sit him on a chair to the side.
After gently patting the child for a while, the child's tense body finally relaxed a little, and the child became drowsy. Only then did Jian Dan speak softly.
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