At one o'clock, we were almost ready to set off.
Zhou Meiying and Chen Qingyin stood beside the car and said goodbye to them.
"Girl, please don't lose contact."
"Of course not, sister-in-law. Let's keep in touch later. Qingyin, be a good person at work. Don't feel inferior because of your background. If you are bullied, remember to come back and find an adult. Also, come back and accompany your Aunt Mei when you have nothing to do."
Chen Qingyin nodded seriously, "Don't worry, Auntie Xiao An, I'll remember everything you said."
The car slowly drove forward. An Hua stretched out her hand from the window and waved. The children followed suit, waving at Zhou Meiying and Chen Qingyin, shouting "Goodbye".
An Hua looked at the familiar scenery outside, and her emotions suddenly became intense. She didn't feel this way a few days ago, but when she was really leaving today, the uncomfortable feeling came over her.
This is the place where she has lived for ten years, her first home after traveling across time...
Dongdong, the twins, and even Caiyan, all sat in the car in silence, each digesting their own emotions.
The jeep finally drove out of the cinder road and turned a corner to get on the highway without having to go into the county town.
An Hua turned her head and looked at Yuyun County getting farther and farther away, silently saying goodbye in her heart.
"Is that Song Yi?" Dongdong suddenly asked.
An Hua also watched it.
A thin figure was running behind to catch up.
"It's Song Yi, Xiao Zhang, stop the car first."
The car braked and An Hua opened the door and got out.
Song Yi ran in front of him, panting, holding a bag in one hand and supporting his knee with the other hand. He opened his mouth and gasped, his face flushed.
"Aunt An, I'm sorry, I'm late."
Song Yi handed the cloth bag in his hand to An Hua, "This, this is for you."
An Hua opened the cloth bag and found a few sachets-like things inside.
"This is a sachet, it's insect and moth resistant. I remember Aunt An you said you didn't like the smell of mothballs. This can replace mothballs, and it smells good." Song Yi had recovered from his excitement and spoke fluently. "You are leaving, I don't know what to give you, you don't need anything... Although this sachet is not valuable, it should be of some use."
In fact, Song Yi spent a lot of time and effort to make this sachet.
Aunt An told him a few days ago that she was leaving, and Song Yi was in a trance at the time, because this news was like a bolt from the blue to him.
Although Auntie An said that she would continue to support him in the future so that he would not have to worry about schooling and life, he still couldn't suppress his sadness.
Song Yi's father died early, and his mother died even earlier. With such a poor family background, he was bullied since he was young, which made him develop a cold personality. Most things in life hardly caused any emotional fluctuations in him.
But Aunt An was different. She was a good person and she saved him from the mire.
If such a person had not appeared in Song Yi's life, he would have grown from a little beggar who picked up garbage to eat, to a big beggar who picked up garbage to eat, and he would not be able to go to school and would have been a bug that was stepped on by others all his life.
At Aunt An's house, Song Yi can forget all other worries and mistakenly believe that he has a happy and complete family for a short time.
To be honest, Song Yi even fantasized that he was Aunt An's son and they could live happily together forever.
Fantasy is just fantasy after all, just like a soap bubble, it will burst quickly if not poked.
From then on, he no longer even had the chance to visit Aunt An's house occasionally.
Song Yi quickly accepted the reality and cheered up.
Aunt An was leaving, and he couldn't show the slightest sadness. He had to send them off with a smile. In order to thank Aunt An for taking care of him, he also wanted to give her a gift.
After much thought, Song Yi decided to make sachets.
The sachet was made according to his family's ancestral recipe, but it contained some precious medicinal herbs, so Song Yixin spent all the money he had saved to buy all the herbs.
"Auntie An," Song Yi swallowed and looked at An Hua eagerly, "Smell it quickly and see if you like it."
An Hua put the sachet to her nose and sniffed it, then smiled, "It smells good. I'll use it instead of mothballs from now on."
Song Yi also laughed, and laughed very happily, "I wrote down the recipe, you can follow it in the future."
An Hua nodded and looked at Song Yi with complicated eyes.
She had greeted the principal of the middle school, and Song Chuhong had also made some arrangements. They also agreed to send money to Song Yi every month, which was enough to ensure that Song Yi would have no problems with his studies and life in the future. But... why did she still feel reluctant to let go?
An Hua opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but found she had no idea where to start.
At this time, Yuanyuan's voice came from the car, "Mom, Brother Song Yi, please get in the car quickly."
Wang Caiyan smiled and said, "Silly Yuanyuan, Brother Song Yi is not going to the provincial capital, so he won't get in the car."
Yuanyuan said, "Is Brother Song Yi here to see us off?"
Song Yi pursed his lips and smiled, then walked over. "Yes, I'm here to see you off. Big brother, Tuantuan, Yuanyuan, I hope you have a safe journey."
Tuantuan stretched out a hand towards Song Yi.
Song Yi didn't understand why.
Tuan Tuan: "Pull it."
Song Yi pulled it up and shook it a bit, "Goodbye, Tuantuan."
Yuanyuan also reached out her hand to pull him, "Goodbye, Brother Song Yi."
He also pushed Dongdong and said, "Brother, hurry up too."
Dong Dong smiled and stretched out his hand, "Goodbye, Song Yi, you are my best friend in Yun County."
Song Yi said seriously: "You are also my best friend, my only one."
Dongdong patted him on the shoulder and said, "Study hard and live well."
An Hua got into the car with great confidence.
Xiao Zhang stepped on the accelerator and the scenery began to recede.
An Hua felt as if someone was grasping her heart. She felt stuffy and had difficulty breathing.
She turned her head to look at Song Yi.
Song Yi stood there motionless, like a sculpture.
His figure became smaller and smaller, and his expression melted in the sunlight.
An Hua said softly, "Xiao Zhang, stop the car."
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