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Xiao Yun woke up from her bed as dawn broke, the faint light streaming through the window and casting a warm golden hue across the room. She rubbed her eyes, slowly sitting up, and heard the sounds of knocking and gentle conversations coming from outside.
Zhang Yi had already gone out to chop wood, while Grandma was sitting by the stove, quietly tending to the fire, the flames casting dancing shadows on her face. Dashan was outside hammering away, trying to repay the villagers for their selfless help by repairing their long-neglected tools and axes. The rhythmic sound of hammering resonated powerfully.
Chunhua sat beside Grandma, skillfully weaving a new pillowcase. Her movements were fluid and focused, with the needle and thread dancing between her fingers, creating intricate patterns. They spoke softly to each other, occasionally sharing light laughter that made the morning feel particularly warm.
Xiao Yun quickly got dressed and tiptoed out of the room. She decided not to disturb everyone’s busy work and went to the well to fetch some water. Stepping outside, she felt the cool morning breeze brush against her face, invigorating her spirit.
Reaching the well, Xiao Yun picked up a bucket and skillfully lowered it into the water, listening to the sound of it hitting the well walls and the gentle flow of water. She pulled up the bucket with effort, feeling its weight and chill, smiling as she looked at the clear water.
Carrying a full bucket of water back home, Xiao Yun entered the house and gently placed it by the door. Grandma looked up at her with a kind smile and said, “Xiao Yun, thank you.” Xiao Yun returned a sweet smile, feeling warmth in her heart.
She sat by the stove, helping Grandma and Chunhua weave pillowcases as they chatted softly together, filling the room with a cozy atmosphere. The sound of Dashan's hammering continued outside, rhythmic and steady, adding a sense of peace and tranquility to the morning.
Xiao Yun felt a sense of reassurance; this small village provided her with a brief refuge where she could momentarily set aside her burdens and enjoy this moment of calm. She knew that the road ahead would still be filled with difficulties and challenges, but for now, she just wanted to cherish this rare tranquility and spend time with her family on this beautiful morning.
Just then, Xiao Yun's gaze inadvertently drifted outside, where she saw sunlight filtering through the leaves onto the ground, creating dappled shadows. A sudden unease rose in her heart as she thought about unresolved issues. She knew this peace was only temporary; she had to face reality and find her own answers.
However, at this moment, she decided to put aside those worries and enjoy the beauty of this morning. Taking a deep breath of fresh morning air, Xiao Yun smiled and continued to help.
Xiao Yun had spent a lovely few days in this small village; it was quiet, safe, and free from strife—like a paradise on earth. Surrounded by dense forests with a clear stream winding through it, bringing a touch of coolness and tranquility. Every morning, sunlight filtered through the leaves creating dappled patterns on the ground while birds sang cheerful songs in the branches as if welcoming a new day.
During these few days, Xiao Yun gradually integrated into this small village and got to know its residents. The village had about fifty people; although most were uneducated, they were all refined under Grandma's guidance, exuding kindness and wisdom in their words and actions. The villagers lived harmoniously together, helping one another while maintaining this peaceful haven.
Every morning, Xiao Yun would work alongside the villagers, helping to fetch water, chop firewood, and weave cloth, enjoying a simple yet fulfilling life. She gradually became familiar with every face, remembered every name, and felt the warmth and kindness of this small village. Her grandmother took special care of her, teaching her to read and telling her stories, making her feel the warmth of home.
Here, Xiao Yun's mood gradually relaxed as she temporarily forgot about the dangers and uncertainties. She often played with the village children, their laughter echoing in the air above the village. She enjoyed sitting by the creek, watching the fish swim back and forth, her heart filled with peace and joy. The simplicity and kindness of the villagers reassured her, and life here gave her a long-lost sense of security.
However, in the stillness of night, Xiao Yun would still think of her dangerous situation, a hint of unease rising within her. She would remember the days of being hunted, think of the responsibilities on her shoulders, and even recall the whereabouts of Shisan. Those unresolved questions and future challenges shadowed her, constantly reminding her of the harshness of reality.
Yet this quiet life made it easy for her to forget it all. When sunlight fell on her face, when a gentle breeze brushed through her hair, and when the warm smiles of the villagers surrounded her, Xiao Yun felt an unprecedented sense of ease and happiness. She knew how precious this moment of tranquility was and how rare this simple happiness could be.
Xiao Yun took a deep breath, savoring the fresh air and the essence of nature. She understood that the road ahead was still filled with difficulties and challenges, but at this moment, she just wanted to cherish this beauty and enjoy this rare peace.
Dashan watched Xiao Yun and his wife carefree here, his tense face finally breaking into a rare smile. Their laughter echoed in the village like morning birdsong, adding warmth and joy to this tranquil little place. Dashan saw his wife Chunhua and Xiao Yun busy under his grandmother's guidance, their faces beaming with innocent smiles, which brought him a sense of comfort.
However, Dashan knew deep down that even if they adapted well here, they were still a threat. To the villagers, they were like unexploded bombs; their presence could very well disrupt this sweet little town. The villagers lived simply and cared for one another without experiencing external conflicts or wars. If their existence were exposed, it could bring disaster to this peaceful village.
Not to mention that their safety was not entirely free from danger. Dashan suffered from insomnia every night as he pondered their situation and future path. He did not know where Shisan was now while covering for them. Was he safe? Was he still enduring great danger? These questions tormented Dashan's heart like nightmares.
Dashan silently decided that they must leave here as soon as possible. He could not let this small village fall into danger because of their presence. He had a premonition that if they did not leave soon, this place might turn into scorched earth. He did not want to see this tranquil place destroyed by war or see kind villagers suffer unwarranted disasters because of them.
He looked at Xiao Yun playing with the children, filled with conflicting emotions and pain in his heart. He knew that Xiao Yun had found moments of peace and happiness here, but that peace and happiness were so fragile and fleeting. He had to make her understand the harshness of reality and the challenges ahead that they could not escape.
Dashan was determined; they could no longer delay. He would find an appropriate time to have a serious talk with Xiao Yun and Chunhua about why they must leave. He knew it would be cruel for them but it was their only choice. They had to leave to find a safer place so they could truly escape danger.
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