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I, Makarov, have come to this land, soon to welcome my nineteenth head. Most of you moved here after me, and among the elders of the Lao Yi generation, only a few uncles and aunts remain. Today, as we gather for the warm house wine prepared for my family’s Nikola, let us raise our glasses to these uncles and aunts. Without their tireless efforts in establishing this village, we would not have the thriving community we enjoy today.
Every villager living in this village has their own story. We keep these stories deep within our hearts and face each day with optimism and determination. Our unity stems from having a group of role models among us!
Xu Li bowed slightly to the more than ten elderly members of the Lao Yi generation who were trembling as they stood up, their eyes reddening as they smiled: “May God be with you, uncles and aunts! And with all of us!”
“A hundred people raised their glasses: ‘Ura!’”
The little ones joined in shouting ‘Ura!’ and then, while the adults were distracted, they stretched out their greasy little hands to grab some of their favorite braised dishes from the table. They ate and played, filling the large dining hall with joy.
As the distance closed, Kamila, who was actively preparing for battle, received an unexpected blow. The reason was that during her previous competition, she had violated international health regulations, rendering her scores invalid—not just for that event but for many to come—and it also affected Mian Jie’s entire team.
She had nothing to hide; as her coach, Mian Jie surely knew this! So when accountability was called for, she immediately stood up to defend her exceptionally talented disciple. Meanwhile, public opinion from Western Angsa pushed this fragile young girl into the eye of the storm.
“I didn’t touch those things; why doesn’t anyone believe me?”
(If she really had touched those things, would the Emperor have brought her to events? It’s just those Western dogs causing trouble—especially that Old American—who has so many athletes collapsing from asthma or other ailments. What do people say about that?)
(These views represent personal opinions!)
Watching his girlfriend cry in his arms, Xu Weihua felt a pang of heartache. He gently stroked her head: “Don’t worry; our Ice Skating Association will provide you with proof!”
“But I can’t participate in this Winter Olympics now.”
The young girl couldn’t help but sob as she thought about her hard work leading up to this moment only to be banned from competing. Xu Weihua sighed: “Why don’t you come back with me? We can ride horses and ski at the ranch to clear our minds?”
“I think I’ll wait for a notification; what if those people made a mistake?”
Seeing Kamila say this, Xu Weihua nodded and told her to rest in the bedroom while he went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. He also took a moment to call Old Father and explained everything: “Dad, I don’t believe Kamila would touch that thing.”
“Is that even something I need to say?”
Sitting on the sofa while petting Dahua, Xu Li rolled his eyes: “It’s clearly those bastards trying to take down Da Mao and Hua Hua because they’re too strong. You comfort Kamila; I’ll ask around on my end.”
After hanging up the phone, he called his in-laws. Their thoughts were mostly aligned; however, since it had been nearly two years since the last inspection and they were only bringing it up now, it was clear that this was premeditated. The hope of turning things around on his side was indeed slim.
Sitting silently on the sofa smoking a cigarette, Anna felt her luck was off today. She decided not to play mahjong early and instead came over cheerfully with her big belly. Anna applied a hydrating mask while sitting next to Xu Li and rested Little White's big head on her lap, scratching its chin absentmindedly: “What’s wrong? You look unhappy.”
“It’s just those Anglo-Saxons causing trouble.”
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