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After a brief moment, the busy Zi Lao Er suddenly seemed to remember something.
He put down what he was working on and, in a serious tone, looked at his daughter Ziyan and asked, "Can you really walk now?"
"Uh? Yeah, I can walk. I should be fine even if I have to walk a few miles," Ziyan replied, momentarily confused as she looked back at her father, Zi Lao Er.
"Since you want to go out for a bit, I'll accompany you. How about we visit Gu Yuxuan's house across the street? They saved you, and now that you're awake, it’s only right that we go thank them."
With that, Zi Lao Er picked up an axe from the ground and tucked it into his waistband, while handing Ziyan a machete.
He also kindly reminded her, "Make sure to hold onto it tightly. If we encounter any wild beasts on the way, we can defend ourselves."
After receiving Ziyan's nod, Zi Lao Er turned back into the kitchen and came out with an old burlap bag, meeting his daughter's curious gaze.
Zi Lao Er continued, "That mad cow was slaughtered; the village chief sent us some beef as medical expenses. Let's take some over to the Gu family; we don’t have anything else suitable to offer as thanks."
Ziyan noncommittally responded with an "Oh," and then followed her father as they walked toward the house across the street.
Along the way, both father and daughter were silent, exchanging little conversation.
It was similar in the Twenty-First Century; there was hardly any normal communication between them.
At that time, Ziyan was sixteen years old. Her adoptive mother had passed away due to illness, and her adoptive father sought to ensure she received more love from relatives by searching far and wide—
Eventually, he found Zijia Village and facilitated her reunion with her biological parents, Zi Lao Er and her mother Zhou.
Since then, every holiday, as long as Ziyan was willing, Adoptive Father would personally drive her back to Zijia Village to spend a few days with her biological parents.
However, for various reasons, Ziyan could not establish genuine communication and resonance with her biological parents, and the intimacy that should exist between children and their parents was completely absent.
As Ziyan closely followed Zi Lao Er, she breathed in the pure air and admired the beautiful scenery around her like a tourist.
After watching for a short while, she couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder: in this ancient Ancient Forest's Mountain Valley, which had no hint of air pollution, the air was incredibly refreshing!
Everywhere was filled with the pleasant scent of surrounding grass mixed with a hint of wildflowers, and the scenery along the way was breathtakingly beautiful.
At that moment, Ziyan truly felt captivated.
In the fields, white egrets occasionally took flight, and there were abundant patches of wild vegetables: Shepherd's Purse, Wild Onion, Goji Sprouts, and countless other varieties—
If it weren't for Zi Lao Er urging her to hurry along, Ziyan couldn't help but want to squat down and pick some.
Based on the crops in front of her and the temperature, it should be around March or April, just over a month before the Qingming Festival.
A year begins in spring.
Ziyan's complex feelings at this moment were hard to express: being able to traverse to such a picturesque Mountain Valley during this season could be seen as a bit of grace and favor from heaven.
Since she was here, she might as well settle in!
As long as the sky didn't fall, she would definitely live life to the fullest!
Ziyan comforted herself in her heart while continuously encouraging herself: In the last life, she experienced twists and turns, endless sorrow; in this life, she must work hard and truly live for herself.
Following Zi Lao Er, they crossed a simple wooden bridge over a small river, passed through a pebble-filled riverbank, and walked across a relatively wide field.
Only then did they arrive at the foot of the mountains that could be seen from their home, layer upon layer, stretching endlessly.
They slowly made their way up the rugged mountain path for nearly half an hour when they came upon a clearing on the right side of a clear-bottomed mountain stream. There stood a two-story thatched cottage surrounded by a bamboo fence, with walls made entirely of wood and a thatched roof.
Due to the heavy humidity in the mountains, the wooden structure was uninhabitable on the first floor.
Thus, people could only live on the second floor. Next to the wooden house were two lower earthen rooms, which appeared to serve as storage and kitchen.
In the yard, there was a middle-aged man and a young boy who looked like father and son.
At that moment, they were busy tidying up a small pile of game.
Seeing Ziyan and her father approach, the man looked up and greeted them: "You’re here."
It seemed he had known of their arrival in advance.
"Yes, my daughter hasn’t woken up these past few days, so I’ve been taking care of her at home. Now that she’s awake, I brought her here to thank you!"
Zi Lao Er responded while gesturing for Ziyan to come closer to Uncle Gu and his son.
"Yan'er! This is Uncle Gu; quickly bow and greet Uncle Gu,"
Thus, under the hopeful gaze of Zi Lao Er, Ziyan could only mechanically bend her waist and deeply bow to the elder, not forgetting to sweetly call out, "Hello, Uncle Gu!"
"And also, you must thank Brother Yuxuan; he was the one who saved you from the river."
Zi Lao Er raised his hand and pointed to the young man beside Uncle Gu.
Similarly, as Ziyan looked at the boy named Gu Yuxuan, she mechanically bowed again.
"Thank you, Brother Yuxuan, for saving Ziyan!"
After expressing her gratitude, Ziyan straightened up and raised her head to look at the boy.
She saw that he was about sixteen or seventeen years old. Although he wore a simple short coarse cotton outfit typical of hunters, his features were exquisitely refined, and his tall and slender figure stood out.
Combined with a slightly cold demeanor mixed with a heroic spirit and an innate noble aura, Ziyan couldn't help but want to observe him a few more times.
What struck her most was that this boy had beautifully proportioned double eyelids that were neither too wide nor too narrow, with deep-set eyes that seemed unfathomable—completely belonging to those captivatingly beautiful eyes that could bewitch anyone.
Most importantly, Ziyan inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity towards him, making her gaze linger on him as if she were entranced!
After a long while—she couldn't help but think: This kid will surely become a monster in just a year or two; by then, it seems like their doorstep will be trampled by those fierce marriage-seeking girls.
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