Zhang Hongmei smiled, revealing two sweet dimples, her eyes full of sincerity.
"Yes, we're family. From now on, I won't call you Mr. Zhao anymore; just call me Uncle Zhao!"
"Haha, that's my honor." Zhao Tiancheng knew that he had passed Zhang Hongmei's test, and that she would treat him as family from now on.
Now that everything was settled, the two went downstairs, where the others were studying. Zhang Hongmei didn't join them; instead, she greeted Wang Xinyi, took an apple from the kitchen, and went back upstairs.
He reported to Zhang Shouyi what Zhao Tiancheng had said that day, as well as his own decision.
The reason I chose Wyattoi was simply because of my own feeling.
Since arriving here, Zhang Hongmei has placed great trust in her intuition.
So I also talked to Zhang Shouyi, hoping he could understand and sympathize with me.
Zhang Shouyi read Zhang Hongmei's letter, frowned, and thought for a moment. In the end, he agreed with his wife's decision. Although his wife's explanation was detailed, he had never actually met Wyattoy. His understanding of him was based only on his investigation from his previous life and his wife's perspective, which was not comprehensive.
Zhang Shouyi also sent over a few mooncakes this time. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. I wonder if the moon is round in foreign countries?
He's all alone, with elderly relatives to care for, and no wife. It's so pitiful.
Zhang Hongmei read Zhang Shouyi's letter and the mooncakes, feeling both amused and saddened, but afterwards, she was overcome with endless longing.
"Alone in a foreign land, I feel like a stranger; on every festive occasion, I miss my family all the more." Hearing Zhang Shouyi say this, I couldn't do anything else. I took out all the photo albums and looked at them one by one, as if I still remembered the scenes when they were taken.
What should I do? I miss home so much, I miss home so much. Zhang Hongmei hugged her knees, tears soaking her pants.
She couldn't shake off her depressed mood. What should she do? Suddenly, she emerged from her spatial dimension and ran downstairs. Everyone was studying, and she could hear the sound of her running. Everyone looked up and saw the girl with red eyes.
Zeng Zhongkang jumped up and asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhang Hongmei felt a little embarrassed and shook her head.
Everyone panicked. They all came over; they had never seen Zhang Hongmei like this before, so they were all frightened.
Wang Xinyi came out when she heard the commotion. "Hongmei, what's wrong?"
"Aunt Wang, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival." Zhang Hongmei's voice was trembling with tears.
Everyone in the living room fell silent. They had all been so busy that they had forgotten that today was the Mid-Autumn Festival, a festival of family reunion that Chinese people value highly.
Wang Xinyi walked to Zhang Hongmei's side, hugged her, and gently patted her back.
"It's Aunt Wang's fault for forgetting such an important day. Hongmei, don't be sad, okay? Aunt Wang will make you mooncakes right away, and we'll celebrate this festival together."
Think about it, Old Master Gu and Shouyi must be thinking of you today too. But you're not lonely, you still have us.
"Yes, I miss Grandpa, I miss Great-Grandma, I miss Third Uncle and Third Aunt, and Brother Zhang, and Sister Er Ya, and everyone I know. I miss them all," Zhang Hongmei's muffled voice came out.
"Silly girl, they must be thinking of you too. Okay, I'll go make you some mooncakes. No matter how late it is tonight, we'll eat mooncakes."
"No, I don't want to eat. I just miss home."
"Alright, alright, stop crying. Come on, let's go to the kitchen and get ready. We can all help out later, and then we can make our own mooncakes and eat them ourselves, okay?"
"Aunt Wang, you really don't need it anymore. You should go and rest. I'm not in the mood. Suddenly, I'm afraid of being alone."
"Let's go, let's go keep Aunt Wang company, I miss home too." Wang Xinyi pulled Zhang Hongmei to the kitchen, and Shen Yunfang followed.
The other two girls in the living room had also been secretly wiping away tears. If Zhang Hongmei hadn't pointed it out, they would have forgotten it was the Mid-Autumn Festival.
But once I found out, all the longing for my family felt like a mountain pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe.
The men's faces also showed longing. Even though Cheng Guangxu was an orphan, he had felt the love and care of the villagers, and he missed them too.
Only Zhao Hao was staring blankly at everyone. He really couldn't understand this kind of longing. He had been here since he was five years old, and he only had some fragmented memories in his mind. He couldn't understand the longing for his parents.
Zeng Zhongkang stood up and went to the kitchen. He was worried about Zhang Hongmei. Since he met her, she had always been a strong and cheerful girl. He had never seen her cry before. He realized that he was truly heartbroken for her.
Zhang Hongmei sat blankly in the kitchen, while Wang Xinyi and Shen Yunfang were busy working.
Zhang Hongmei suddenly stood up, startling Zeng Zhongkang, who had just entered the kitchen.
"Aunt Wang, you all go ahead with your work. I'm going upstairs. I'm not in the mood to make mooncakes. Maybe I'll feel better after a nap. I'm sorry to have upset everyone." Without waiting for Wang Xinyi and the others to say anything, she walked past Zeng Zhongkang, left the kitchen, and went upstairs.
Zhang Hongmei went straight into the bathroom and then into her spatial dimension. Suddenly, she desperately wanted to hear Zhang Shouyi's voice, but there was no phone available. What should she do?
Suddenly remembering that Zhang Shouyi's recording pen was still with him, he deleted all of Zhou Yuanqing's recordings from it.
She pressed the switch, saying, "Brother Zhang, I miss you, I miss Grandpa, I miss everyone. What should I do? I thought I was strong enough, but I'm not." She then put the recorder into her ring.
Zhang Shouyi sensed the recording pen and pulled it out. Hearing his wife's tearful voice, he felt an overwhelming pang of heartache. It was all his fault; why had he provoked her?
“Hongmei, don’t cry, I miss you too, I miss you so much.” Zhang Shouyi felt a lump in his throat.
And so, the two, separated by thousands of miles, used this method to express their longing for each other.
Gradually, Zhang Hongmei calmed down, and then she heard Gu Chuanming's voice again. The tears she had suppressed welled up again.
Gu Chuanming's heart clenched when he heard the crying.
“Girl, let’s come back. Grandpa misses you too.”
All three knew this was unrealistic, but they had lost all sense of reason.
"Grandpa, don't worry, I'll be fine after I've cried enough. You'll be good, and I'll be able to go back soon. I've also learned a lot here. I even went to the farm. Their potatoes are huge, and they have beets too. I'll go buy some seeds in a few days. We can try them back home so we won't lack sugar. Also, their corn and soybeans aren't growing as well as the seeds I prepared."
Zhang Hongmei and Gu Chuanming chattered on and on, and finally things calmed down.
Both men breathed a sigh of relief; it was finally over. They were usually so cheerful, and this crying was really hard for them to handle.
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