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Xiao Yun leaned against the wall of Lao Liu's Family, feeling a pang of guilt as she watched Zhang Dashan and Li Chunhua bustling about. It was because she had exposed her identity and joined the resistance organization that the family found themselves in such a predicament. Otherwise, they could have continued to live a peaceful life without worries.
Xiao Yun was filled with self-blame and guilt, unsure of what to do next or how to navigate the future. Her thoughts were chaotic, her mind swirling with anxiety and fear. She couldn't stop thinking about Lian Rong. Was he alive or dead? Had he escaped? If he had escaped, where could he have gone?
Her eyes reddened slightly, tears welling up in her eyes. She knew how much trouble and danger she had brought to her foster parents, but at that moment, there was so little she could do.
"What should I do?" Xiao Yun silently asked herself, but received no answer.
Her thoughts drifted back to that night—the rain, blood, mud, her grandfather Xia Po, and the cold gaze of Shisan, tinged with a hint of warmth. These memories made her heart ache; she knew she couldn't keep avoiding the situation and had to find a way out.
"Xiao Yun." Li Chunhua's voice broke through her thoughts. She came back to reality and saw her mother's concerned gaze.
"Mom..." Xiao Yun said softly, her voice filled with exhaustion and helplessness.
"Don't think too much for now; just take a break," Li Chunhua gently reassured her. "We will find a way."
Xiao Yun nodded and forced a smile, but the heaviness in her heart remained unchanged. She knew that no matter what happened, she had to be strong and not let her foster parents worry about her.
"I will try my best," Xiao Yun told herself. Although the road ahead was unclear, she knew she couldn't give up or let these difficulties defeat her.
Li Chunhua patted her shoulder before turning back to continue her tasks. Xiao Yun watched her mother's figure retreating, feeling a wave of sadness but also igniting a glimmer of hope.
Xiao Yun and Li Chunhua sat at the table, slowly eating the porridge in their bowls. The porridge was simple rice gruel, but for them, it was a rare source of warmth and comfort. Li Chunhua softly encouraged Xiao Yun to eat more to regain some strength.
Zhang Dashan sat in the adjacent room with Lao Liu. The two were silent, and the atmosphere was heavy. The flickering light from the fireplace illuminated their faces, making their expressions appear even more fatigued and anxious. In front of them were two bowls of Glass of wine, emitting a faint aroma.
Lao Liu slowly puffed on his pipe, the smoke drifting through the air. He watched Zhang Dashan's troubled face and unconsciously felt a weight settle on him as well.
“Zhang Dashan,” Lao Liu finally spoke, his voice low, “you really have gotten into big trouble this time.”
Zhang Dashan nodded and sighed heavily, “Yeah, Lao Liu, I didn't expect things to turn out like this. I just wanted to live a peaceful life, but I didn't think it would involve so many complications.”
Lao Liu patted his shoulder, took a deep drag from his pipe, and then slowly exhaled, “I understand you, brother. But right now, the most important thing is to find a safe place to settle down first and then figure out how to deal with the upcoming difficulties.”
Zhang Dashan picked up his bowl of wine and drank it in one gulp; the slight burn from the alcohol brought him a bit of clarity. He said solemnly, “I know. But where can we go now? The Shadow Guard's pursuit is everywhere; even this place isn't safe.”
Lao Liu was silent for a moment before he quietly said, “Baiyue Village may be small, but it's relatively hidden. We can stay there for now; I'll help keep an eye on things. If there's danger, we'll find a way to evacuate.”
Zhang Dashan nodded and said gratefully, “Thank you, Lao Liu. I really don't know how to repay you.”
Lao Liu waved his hand and smiled lightly, “Don't mention it; we're friends after all. Besides, in this world, it's never easy. If we can help each other out, it's better than doing nothing.”
Zhang Dashan showed a wry smile, raised his bowl of wine, and toasted Lao Liu: “Then thank you, Lao Liu. If there's a chance in the future, I will definitely repay you.”
Lao Liu also raised his bowl and clinked it against Zhang Dashan's: “Alright, enough with the formalities. Let's focus on getting through this immediate crisis first.”
The two silently drank their wine as the firelight danced on their faces, casting a warm glow. Although the future remained filled with uncertainty and danger, at this moment, at least they had each other's support and trust.
After a while, Lao Liu put down his pipe, as if he had made up his mind, and said softly, "Zhang Dashan, actually, I have a piece of farmland and a small farmhouse on the mountain next to Baiyue Village. No one usually lives there. How about I let you all rest there later? It will be safer than here."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Dashan felt a surge of excitement, and his eyes slightly reddened. He knew that this was a significant help for Lao Liu and a decision that carried great risk. He stood up, knelt down in excitement, and deeply bowed, saying, "Lao Liu, thank you, really thank you! I will remember your kindness for the rest of my life!"
Lao Liu quickly helped Zhang Dashan up, not allowing him to kneel. "Brother, don't say that. Get up quickly; we are friends, no need for this."
Zhang Dashan insisted for a moment but finally stood up, his eyes filled with gratitude and determination. "Lao Liu, don't worry. We will definitely not cause you any trouble. We just need to stay temporarily; once the situation calms down, we will leave."
Lao Liu nodded and patted his shoulder. "Alright, it's settled then. You all rest for now; when dawn comes, I will take you over."
Zhang Dashan nodded gratefully, filled with appreciation and hope. Although the future remained uncertain, with this temporary shelter, they at least had a chance to catch their breath.
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