"Aunt, if you were granted a wish, what would you most hope for?" After a tearful reunion, Xiao Xian and Zhuo Feng sat in the courtyard of Yanqing Farm.
In just two years, the Yanqing that Xiao Xian saw now already had the appearance of a modern rural suburb.
Around the farm, new farmers gradually moved in. Many of them were about the same age as Zhuo Feng and her husband, tired of the noisy urban life, preferring leisure in the suburbs.
These people, as they went through their own transformations, quietly changed this once desolate land.
Feng Xing's singing while coaxing their son to sleep in the house was still clearly audible.
Zhuo Feng stroked Xiao Xian's forehead, still feeling a dreamlike disbelief that Xiao Xian was alive again. During those hardest times these past two years, she often thought of their first meeting in Ge Village, and also Zhu Shijun, the old man she once resented. How much pain must he endure to hand Xiao Xian over to her?
