Yes, the girl in the photo is named Yan Yan, and she is the one in his heart.
Putting aside other factors, there is an age gap between the two, and Yan Yan grew up in Haichang and didn't even attend military academy in Beijing, so it's impossible for their life trajectories to intersect.
I don't know why Wen Ruan was so agitated.
But Song Heng didn't mind. It was a good thing that other people cared about her or remembered her like he did, wasn't it?
So Song Heng answered Wen Ruan's questions one by one, and even added some more detailed questions: "Her name is Yan Yan, and she was only eighteen years old when she took this photo."
“I don’t have any photos of her. This photo is one that I found by my teacher at the time and took from Yan Yan’s file.” As Song Heng spoke, a smile involuntarily appeared on his face, his mind filled with fond memories of their past life together.
"Yan Yan's family is not so happy. To be precise, she herself does not know who her parents are."
“She grew up in an orphanage. Back then, there weren’t any orphanages specifically for children; they were more like nursing homes for the elderly.”
“On a snowy day, an elderly person in the nursing home found Yan Yan, who was still an infant, and took her home to raise her.”
"After the old man passed away, the other elderly people in the nursing home took over to continue caring for Yan Yan."
“At that time, the elderly people in the nursing home could not even guarantee their basic living, but under such conditions, they still insisted on raising Yan Yan.”
"Yan Yan is very grateful to them. When she was sixteen, she signed up to join the army herself and later got into military academy. That's where we met."
“She often tells me stories about her childhood in the orphanage. I still vividly remember those lovely old people with their warm smiles.” Song Heng smiled slightly, his eyes filled with nostalgia for the past.
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