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Zhang Dashan also knew that the arrival of his family would inevitably raise suspicions. He put down his bowl and said solemnly, "Dear benefactors, we escaped from Lianba Village." His tone was filled with gratitude and helplessness, and his eyes flickered with a hint of unease and sincerity.
He paused slightly, lowered his head to take a deep breath, then raised it again to continue, "As for the specific reasons, we cannot tell you for certain, to avoid involving you... This is the only small assurance we can provide at the moment. We... we will leave here as soon as we find a new place! I... we promise!"
Zhang Dashan's words were heavy and sincere, causing both the old lady and Zhang Yi to fall silent for a moment. His eyes were filled with determination and a sense of responsibility for his family, showing the resolve of a head of the family.
He looked at his family beside him; Chunhua and Xiao Yun also nodded, their eyes filled with the same determination and gratitude. Chunhua softly said, "We are truly grateful for your hospitality; it means so much to us."
Xiao Yun held her mother's hand and gently nodded in agreement, "Yes, we will definitely keep our promise and not cause you any trouble."
The old lady looked at Zhang Dashan's family with a glimmer of compassion and understanding in her eyes. She sighed gently and said in a warm tone, "Children, don't worry; we are not trying to drive you away. Although this place is simple, it is still a safe haven. As long as you follow the village rules, you can stay here peacefully."
Zhang Yi still felt somewhat reluctant but seeing the old lady's firm attitude, he did not say anything more. He understood that in these chaotic times, mutual support and tolerance were the way to survive. He silently nodded to show his understanding and acceptance.
Zhang Dashan was filled with gratitude and bowed deeply, "Thank you, Grandma; thank you for your tolerance and understanding. We will certainly remember your teachings."
The old lady smiled slightly and waved her hand, "Alright, no more talking; let's eat first. You must be tired from your journey; rest well tonight, and we can discuss other matters tomorrow."
Zhang Dashan's family once again felt the warmth and kindness of this benevolent elder. They knew that in this small village, they had finally found a moment of peace and shelter. The firelight danced in the room, illuminating everyone's faces and filling the little wooden house with warmth and hope.
Zhang Yi arranged a small room for Zhang Dashan's family. Although it was cramped, it was at least a place to shield them from the wind and rain. Zhang Dashan and Chunhua were exhausted; they lay on the simple bed and quickly fell asleep. However, Xiao Yun could not sleep; her thoughts churned like rolling waves, unable to calm down.
Xiao Yun lay on the bed, staring at the dim ceiling while her mind raced. The face of Shisan kept appearing in her thoughts; he was her only lifeline on that terrifying night. But what was Shisan's situation now? He had gone off alone to draw away other Shadow Guards' pursuit for their sake—was he safe? Or was he somewhere out there like her, unable to sleep through the night?
She also did not know which direction her future should take. These questions felt like invisible chains, tightly wrapping around her heart, making it hard for her to breathe. She recalled those days filled with the fear and anxiety of fleeing, the horrific scenes of her family being hunted, and the helplessness of being forced into hiding. These memories clung to her like a nightmare, preventing her from sleeping.
Xiao Yun gently sat up, trying not to disturb her parents who had already fallen asleep. She slowly walked out of the room and pushed open the door of the wooden house. The night outside was quiet and cold. Standing on the muddy ground of the village, she looked up at the Last Quarter Moon in the sky, its soft light casting a faint glow on her face.
The night sky was dotted with stars, their faint light reflecting in her eyes. Xiao Yun felt the night breeze lightly brush against her cheek, and her inner restlessness seemed to ease slightly. She took a deep breath, feeling the tranquility and solitude of the night. Although this small village was humble, it had become a rare sanctuary for her family.
Xiao Yun's thoughts returned to Shisan. She wondered if he was safe and if he missed her too. This uncertainty left her feeling helpless; she did not know how to continue moving forward. Her future seemed like a foggy expanse, devoid of direction or hope.
She remembered her parents' weary faces, how they had made countless efforts and sacrifices along the way to protect her. Guilt and self-blame filled her heart as she felt unable to bear this burden. Her hands clenched tightly, nails digging into her palms, yet she felt no pain because the turmoil and anguish within far outweighed any physical sensation.
On this quiet night, Xiao Yun stood on the muddy ground of the village, gazing at the Last Quarter Moon above, silently praying in her heart. She prayed that the future would grant her and her family more hope and brightness, and that Shisan would be safe.
Just as Xiao Yun was lost in thought, a gentle yet weathered voice came from behind her: "You really resemble him..." Startled, Xiao Yun turned around to see an elderly woman standing at the door; in the moonlight, her figure appeared even smaller yet stronger.
Xiao Yun hurried over to support the old woman and asked in confusion, "Grandma... what do you mean?" Her eyes were filled with curiosity and concern as she wanted to know why this kind elder appeared here at this moment and what she meant by those words.
The old woman gently patted Xiao Yun's hand and smiled slightly: "Don't worry; I just suddenly thought of someone." Her gaze drifted through Xiao Yun towards the distant night sky as if reminiscing about a time long past.
"He was also a thoughtful person who always bore many burdens alone." There was a hint of nostalgia and sadness in the old woman's voice. "That was a long time ago, but whenever I see young people like you, I always think of him."
Xiao Yun furrowed her brow, feeling even more puzzled: "Grandma, are you saying...?"
The old woman sighed softly, with a tone of affection: "You look just like him; you resemble your grandfather Xia Po." Her voice was gentle yet firm, as if she had already confirmed Xiao Yun's identity.
Xiao Yun felt a jolt in her heart, and her expression changed dramatically. She widened her eyes and asked in disbelief, "Grandma, what did you say? How do you know Xia Po?"
Xiao Yun's heart raced like a drum, and her mind was in chaos. She couldn't understand why the elderly woman in front of her knew about her grandfather, and she was even more worried that her identity had been exposed. Her voice trembled as she asked, "Grandma, how do you know these things? How... how do you know my grandfather?"
A storm of emotions surged within Xiao Yun; she couldn't believe what was happening. She had thought her identity was well hidden, yet here in this small village, someone recognized her grandfather and knew her background. A wave of fear washed over her as she worried for her safety and that of her family.
The elderly woman noticed Xiao Yun's fear and gently reassured her, "Child, there's no need to worry. I won't reveal your identity to anyone; you are safe here. I just saw you, and it reminded me of the past, which is why I couldn't help but say these things."
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