Song Yan walked quickly to the village office, dialed the number for the compound, and waited less than a minute before the call was answered by Aunt Li: "Hello, who are you looking for?"
"Sister Li, it's me, Song Yan. Is my mother home?" Normally, at this time, Song's mother should have just finished eating and was about to go to rest.
"Hey, Xiaoyan, I'm here. Your mom is about to go to rest. I'll go call her. Wait a moment."
Before two minutes had passed, I heard a series of footsteps coming from the phone.
"Hello? Xiao Yan? Can you hear me?" Song's mother's voice came through.
"Can I hear you, Mom? My colleague just told me that Ruan Ruan wrote a letter?"
"That's right! We've been looking for you for days and couldn't find you. It was only with great difficulty that Ruan Ruan managed to send back a letter."
“There are three letters in total. I sent the ones to Ruan Ruan’s parents a few days ago. We haven’t opened the one for you yet. We’ll open it when you come back. When are you coming back?” Song’s mother asked.
Since Song Yan changed jobs, he is now quite far from home. When Wen Ruan was still around, things were fine; no matter what, Song Yan would always go back to Beijing once a week.
But after Ruan Ruan went abroad for exchange, for about three months, Song Yan didn't come back even once, let alone come back to see his elderly mother and father. Song's mother silently complained in her heart.
Song Yan considered the time. The matter here was almost finished at this stage. He was just waiting for the Academy of Agricultural Sciences to send over the soil test results. In addition, tomorrow was the weekend, so he could probably stay at home for more than a day.
So he replied directly, "I can get back tonight..."
"Yes, yes, now that you're back, see if you have time. Let's write a letter to Ruan Ruan and see how to send it, and whether she'll receive it..." Song's mother instructed.
Although Song Yan verbally agreed, he knew in his heart that it would be difficult to send a letter to Wen Ruan. This letter was probably sent by Wen Ruan after she arrived in England to let her know she was safe, and it must have been delivered through special channels.
......
Around 11 p.m. that night, Song Yan rushed back. He didn't even go home; he went straight to the compound. The lights in the Song family's house were still on.
Song's mother and father were sitting in the living room, chatting and saying that Song Yan should be back soon.
Song's mother was even preparing to make a bet with Song's father, saying that she was certain Song Yan would return to the compound tonight.
Mr. Song nodded in agreement and refused to make a bet with Mrs. Song, which made Mrs. Song feel very bored.
He had just said, "A grown son is no longer meant to be kept at home."
Then he heard Song Yan unlock the door and saw that his parents were still awake so late, so he guessed that they were waiting for him.
So he looked at them expectantly.
Song's mother immediately understood Song Yan's gaze and gestured for the letter Wen Ruan had sent back to be on the coffee table, telling him to look at it himself.
Song Yan couldn't wait any longer and picked up the letter, ready to read it carefully.
The letter wasn't very long, and it didn't even contain many intimate words. When Wen Ruan wrote the letter, she knew that someone would definitely check the contents of the letter during its delivery. Although this made her very uncomfortable, Wen Ruan could understand it.
Because in the current situation, there is no room for the slightest carelessness.
Therefore, Wen Ruan spent a long time writing the letter. Her heart was filled with longing for Song Yan, and she told him that everything was fine in England and asked him to wait for her return...
Song Yan finished reading Wen Ruan's letter in less than two minutes. After reading it once, he was still reluctant to part with it and read it several times over. Then he fell into a long silence...
"I will wait for you..." Song Yan murmured to himself.
He then carefully folded the letter along the creases, put it in an envelope, placed it next to the photograph on his left chest, and carefully tucked it into his shirt pocket.
Song's mother looked at her youngest son with some worry. Since Wen Ruan left, Song Yan had changed jobs and hadn't been home for a long time. She had called his workplace several times before.
All the news I received was that Song Yan was either in the countryside or conducting research. Seeing Song Yan's increasingly thin body, I couldn't help but feel very worried.
But only Wen Ruan could cure him...
Fearing that Song Yan's body couldn't handle the long hours of work, she said, "Work is important, but you also need to take good care of your health. Why don't you stay in the compound for the next few days? I'll have Aunt Li give you some nourishing food." Song's mother was very distressed.
"If this continues, you'll become so thin you won't even look human. If Ruan Ruan saw you like that, she would be heartbroken," Song's mother continued.
At first, Song Yan nodded perfunctorily when he heard his mother's words, his mind not on them at all. But when he heard her mention Wen Ruan, he perked up and thought to himself, "What if Ruan Ruan, with her obsession with looks, doesn't like me anymore if she sees me like this..." He felt a wave of worry.
Only then did Song Yan take his mother's words to heart, and he no longer objected to having Li Sao stew some nourishing soups.
"Go to the steel factory's residential compound again tomorrow to see your parents-in-law. Ruan Ruan isn't here, so you need to take good care of them..." Song's mother carefully instructed.
Song Yan nodded. He had originally planned to visit the Wen family. Since Wen Ruan was not there, he wanted to fulfill his filial duties. However, he was unfortunately too busy and could not do a good job in this regard.
Thinking back to when she was on business trips or studying abroad, Wen Ruan would always take time to visit the compound or family quarters every week. She couldn't help but feel a little guilty and secretly made a resolution in her heart: "While doing a good job, I must not forget my family."
Then, seeing that Song Yan had rushed back after receiving the call and hadn't even had dinner, Song's mother and father started bustling around in the kitchen.
It was already too late, so Song's mother went to let Li Sao rest early. So she and Song's father had to cook noodles for Song Yan together.
Originally, Song Yan was thinking of just having a simple meal, but his mother strongly disagreed. Since Song Yan had finally come back, she wanted to give him a proper meal.
As Song Yan ate the clear soup noodles made by his parents, he felt a surge of warmth in his heart...
As I gazed at the bright moon outside my window before going to sleep, I couldn't help but think of my beloved who was far away...
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