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Xu Zhuzhen's belly was gradually growing, and she could only rely on Wang Jianjun. Since Xu Zhuzhen became pregnant, Wang Jianjun seemed to have transformed into a different person. He was not only more stable and responsible but also stronger and darker than before.
The autumn harvest had long ended, and the Spring Festival was approaching. Yu Songyu calculated that in about a year, barring any unforeseen circumstances, she would be able to meet Yang Qinghe. This winter was particularly cold, especially in this remote mountain village. For Yu Songyu's family, it was a bountiful year.
This year, Yu Songyu had survived a great disaster, and Xiao He had been sent to the town's Soda Factory and Childcare Center. Both her grandmothers remained healthy, and Xu Zhuzhen was about to give birth.
"Grandma, Grandmother, how about we celebrate the New Year together this year? Let's have my parents come over too, so we can all enjoy the festivities together!" Yu Songyu thought about how she would soon need to focus entirely on her studies for many months to come. Surviving the recent ordeal had taught her to cherish the people around her even more.
The Two Grandmothers were too old to be troubled with such things; if they wanted to reunite, it would mean putting her parents through some hardship to come over.
"Oh, that would be wonderful! If you go back, we will still be thinking of you."
"Yes! We haven't celebrated the New Year with Xiao Yu yet!"
"Alright then, I’ll head to the town this afternoon!"
As snowflakes fluttered down, Yu Songyu sat on the Ox Cart lost in thought. She remembered last winter when Yang Qinghe kissed her for the first time; it seemed like it was also on this very Ox Cart.
The cold wind whistled by her ears as Yu Songyu curled up tightly, rubbing her hands together for warmth. If only Yang Qinghe were here; he would surely place his hand against her warm chest.
"Yang Qinghe, you haven’t forgotten me, have you?"
A snowflake danced down and landed at the corner of Yu Songyu's eye, instantly melting away with her falling tears.
In a courtyard in Jing City, the Yang Family sat together at the dinner table. With an expressionless face, Yang Qinghe suddenly sneezed.
"Yang Qinghe! It’s cold lately; you must take care to keep warm!"
Yang Yi noticed her son sneezing and thought he might be catching a cold.
"After we finish eating, I'll make you a bowl of ginger soup to drive away the chill."
"Okay!"
Since returning from Shi Gou Village, Yang Qinghe had become taciturn. He would occasionally respond when family members spoke to him, but otherwise, he remained indifferent, depending solely on his mood. His reputation at work wasn't great either; people whispered behind his back that he had a deadpan expression and lacked emotion.
"Your mother is talking to you, and you only reply with one word? Do you have any respect for others?"
Yang Guangyi had long wanted to scold him. For the sake of a woman, he had turned into this half-dead state, truly embarrassing him.
"Alright, alright, we're eating. Let's talk after we finish."
Seeing her husband's angry expression, Yang Yi quickly tugged at his sleeve.
"I want to join the army!"
Yang Qinghe spoke in a flat tone, continuing to eat his meal.
"Good! A man should protect his home and country; it's great that you have this awareness!"
Yang Guangyi suddenly felt cheerful, standing up to grab a bottle of white liquor from the shelf and pouring two glasses.
"Come on, let's drink to this! I knew my son, Yang Guangyi's child, wouldn't be a coward!"
Yang Qinghe took the drink and downed it in one gulp. The spicy taste almost made him tear up.
"Dad!"
"Yes?"
Both Yang Yi and Yang Qinghe spoke simultaneously, directing their ire towards Yang Guangyi.
"Hey, why are you both looking at me? It's not like I forced him to go!" Yang Qinghe said. "Now that he has the resolve to serve the Motherland, how can you two hold him back and affect his progress?"
After saying this, he received eye rolls from both his wife and daughter.
"Yang Qinghe, have you lost your mind? What did I tell you? Just stay at your job quietly; why do you have to join the army?"
He was their family's only son and the sole heir of the Yang family; nothing could happen to him.
"Yes, Yang Qinghe, you can't keep living in the past. Life still moves forward. If Xiao Yu saw you like this in the afterlife, she wouldn't feel good about it either!
Yang Yi is the only son we have; how could we bear to let him go to the front lines to carry out those dangerous missions?
Mom, sister, you don't need to persuade me anymore. Without Xiao Yu, I don't even want to think about marriage. I've made up my mind, so please let me decide for myself!"
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