Although Song Yan wore a straw hat and a T-shirt like everyone else, blending in with the surrounding villagers, Wen Ruan could still spot him at a glance.
The scorching sun kissed his sweaty back, soaking his entire clothes, and his slender fingers were marked with calluses.
Song Yan followed beside a group of people, presumably agricultural technicians. He listened attentively from time to time, then casually jotted notes in his notebook, his expression serious and focused.
Zhou Shengsheng noticed Song Yan at this moment and was about to speak when Wen Ruan quickly pulled him back, indicating that he should not disturb Song Yan and that she could wait quietly.
Then let Chow Sang Sang go about her own business and not worry about her.
Wen Ruan quietly observed Song Yan from behind the crowd. He remained unaware that anyone was watching him, his attention focused solely on the ground beneath his feet.
Song Yan was very busy all afternoon. After finally seeing off the group of technicians, he went to chat with the local villagers about the fruit yield and the problems that needed to be solved. Wen Ruan watched this scene quietly without disturbing them.
Finally, as the sun was about to set and the work whistle blew, Song Yan walked towards Wen Ruan's direction as everyone else finished work.
Suddenly, Song Yan's steps froze; he had noticed her.
Filled with disbelief, Song Yan thought he was hallucinating. He even closed his eyes and opened them again. After confirming that it was not his imagination, a great joy welled up in his heart. The two looked at each other silently across the crowd.
Wen Ruan smiled throughout and met his gaze.
After a long while, Song Yan walked through the crowd and strode towards her, going straight up to her and embracing Wen Ruan.
The man's wispy hair fell across his forehead, casting delicate silhouettes on his face. He was tall and broad, and his embrace of Wen Ruan was heavy, as if he wanted to embed her entirely into his arms. His warm breath brushed against her earlobe, and Wen Ruan felt completely enveloped by his presence, shutting herself off from the world around her.
Wen Ruan felt that in that instant, a piece missing from her heart was gradually being filled by something. A sense of security seemed to materialize, enveloping her in subtle ways.
Wen Ruan reached out and hugged him back, stroking his back with her hand, and said emotionally, "Song Yan, you seem to have lost weight."
The surrounding crowd watched the two silently without disturbing them. Many people knew about Song Yan's situation, and even those who didn't know would find out by observing him taking out a photo to look at during his rare break.
Everyone was looking at the two of them with goodwill and smiles.
It wasn't until Wen Ruan and Song Yan calmed down that Wen Ruan felt a little embarrassed. Song Yan then introduced her to everyone: "Sorry for what happened earlier, this is my wife, Wen Ruan."
"She just returned from abroad and was a little out of sorts..." Song Yan explained.
Everyone waved their hands to show they didn't mind, were very understanding, and were very enthusiastic, congratulating the two on their long-awaited reunion. They even told Song Yan to let her take Wen Ruan around the area.
Song Yan led Wen Ruan away from the others and walked alone on the country road. The surroundings were very quiet, as if the whole world consisted only of the two of them.
"When did you get back?" Song Yan asked in a low voice, holding Wen Ruan's hand tightly.
Wen Ruan answered each question in turn.
Wen Ruan recounted her life abroad in detail, and occasionally asked Song Yan how he was doing.
"Everything is fine, except I miss you so much..." All my words boil down to just "I miss you".
Seeing that no one was around, Wen Ruan called out to Song Yan and told him to bend down. Song Yan was a little confused, but he obediently bent down.
Wen Ruan felt that the man in front of her was like a big, obedient dog that could be stroked. He was always intimidating to others, but he could easily lower himself in front of her and couldn't help but reach out and pat Song Yan's head.
Before he could speak, Wen Ruan reached straight into the left breast pocket of his shirt. She had heard many people talk about this photo and was quite curious.
Song Yan suddenly grabbed her hand.
"Let me see!" Wen Ruan said reproachfully.
Song Yan then released the photograph, from which Wen Ruan took out a thin photograph with frayed edges, clearly indicating that the owner of the photograph would frequently take it out to look at.
Wen Ruan was somewhat surprised when she saw the photo; it was a picture of her standing in a crowd, seemingly looking at something.
She couldn't quite recall when the photo was taken; she had absolutely no recollection of it.
After a long while, he gradually remembered that when the German businessman Lucas came to China, Wen Ruan and Song Yan had formed a temporary tour guide team under the arrangement of their superiors to take him around China.
At that time, Song Yan borrowed a camera from Yu Wei and even bought a roll of film to take many photos of Wen Ruan.
This is one of them. At that time, Wen Ruan was translating the beautiful ancient buildings of China with Lucas. Thinking that she hadn't seen Song Yan, she turned around to look for him. So she walked through the crowd and locked onto him at a glance. That moment was captured by Song Yan.
When all the photos were developed, this particular picture wasn't among them. Wen Ruan had long forgotten about it; she had never even seen the photo before...
“This photo… I’ve never seen it before?” Wen Ruan stared at the photo for a long time, then casually held it up and asked Song Yan with a playful air.
Song Yan knew that Wen Ruan was just teasing her on purpose, so he kept quiet, reached out and snatched the photo, gently smoothed it out, and then carefully put it back in his pocket. He even patted the photo lightly through his pocket, as if that would allow him to get closer and feel it more vividly.
Of all the photos, Song Yan liked this one the most: amidst the clamor and joy of the crowd, she gazed at him alone.
At that moment, Song Yan felt as if he had been struck hard again. Although there were many such moments, he was fortunate that there was a camera present, allowing him to capture them and cherish them...
Looking at Song Yan's series of familiar movements, Wen Ruan knew that he seemed to have done this countless times.
Although Song Yan didn't say anything, his series of actions and his bright red ears seemed to tell her the answer.
Do you like this photo?
“I also think the photos turned out pretty well, quite beautiful…” Wen Ruan said softly from the side, her steps light and quick.
"I like this photo because I like you even more," Song Yan interrupted before she could finish her rambling.
Wen Ruan seemed to hear him say something, but she didn't hear it clearly. To confirm, she stopped and asked, "What did you say?"
"I said, I like you." Song Yan replied gently yet firmly, looking at Wen Ruan's reply, word by word.
In an instant, Wen Ruan's face turned bright red. In her memory, Song Yan was never one to show his emotions. He rarely said such sweet words. In Wen Ruan's limited memory, he had only said them twice when they had just gotten married. She never expected to hear such words again after so long.
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