In the evening, Fu Shun returned to the dormitory before the others. The door of the dormitory, which was still closed, was opened, and even the door of the accounting room in the back room was opened, "It can't be a thief, right?" Fu Shun thought silently in his heart, holding his breath, while carrying a shovel and moving to the accounting room. He leaned against the hidden door and poked half of his head in: a ragged, unkempt man on the cot was so frightened that he couldn't speak. Fu Shun hurriedly turned around and was about to call someone, but was stopped by a weak voice-

"Shun'er?!" The voice was so faint yet familiar, so feeble yet intimate.

"Godfather...... Oh, uncle?! Fu Shun stopped, tears rolling in his eyes, at this moment, he didn't even have the courage to turn around. This kind man is Fushun's kindest person in Jiangyun, and his care in those months gave Fushun the warmest love in the world. Now lying in bed, how much suffering has he experienced, and how much torture has he suffered in his heart? Fu Shun can't understand that the successive blows have completely broken this man!

"Uncle......" Fu Shun still held back tears and turned to the man's side, "Uncle, where have you been?" Fushun's tears came out of his eyes, lying beside this dirty man, the once blazing eagle eyes fell deep into the eye sockets, and the corners of the eyes were covered by a long pile of hair, and they became dull, ah, what kind of despair and disappointment was that?

Liu Yonghan glanced at Fushun and turned his head to the side against the wall, tears already staining the pillow. The pain of losing his lover and child was instantly invaded by the anger brought by the lie, and this child, who once thought he was his own flesh and blood, in the purest years, was consumed by profit, and spread lies by any means to achieve his goal. For him Liu Yonghan, this is not only a pain, but also a kind of ignorance, a kind of sorrow!

From the wasteland to the fields, from the rivers to the hillsides, from the countryside to the cities...... For a month, he wandered aimlessly, and his soul was long gone. It wasn't until the rushing Yangtze River appeared in front of him that he barely found his way home. After the heartache, he thought of 10,000 reasons to forgive these two children, but who would forgive him for his mistakes over and over again for so many years - this is obviously very illogical, but how can a soulless person be logical?

"Liu Fushun, you go and call Yang Guiying over to me!" Liu Yonghan, who had obviously lost a lot of weight, suddenly sat up and roared at Fushun.

Fushun, who was about to go to the kitchen, was stunned by fright. This is the first time Liu Yonghan has called him by his first name, and with such an angry tone. He wanted to go to the kitchen to find some food first, and then call Sister Gui Ying to apologize when his uncle calmed down a little. "Well, uncle, you lie down, I'll shout right away!"

After Fushun went out, Liu Yonghan leaned on the head of the bed again, and more than a month of hunger and cold could no longer support this seven-foot man. What should he do? From the moment I saw Fushun just now, my heart had clearly forgiven the innocent child, and the lost soul seemed to have found its way home because of the child's pure eyes. He wanted to hug Fushun and cry bitterly, to tell him the bits and pieces of the past ten years, and to tell him about the ups and downs along the way.

Gui Ying walked tremblingly behind Fushun, holding a bowl of rice porridge that had just been heated, and came to the bed timidly. Liu ...... Uncle, I'm sorry, I ...... I ......"

"Put it there...... Let's go! A calm voice came from Liu Yonghan's chapped lips.

"Uncle, you drink some porridge first!" Fu Shun took the porridge and leaned down to feed it to Liu Yonghan.

Liu Yonghan took the bowl, this was the hot porridge he had always dreamed of drinking. He buried his head and drank half a bowl in one go, then raised his head to look at Gui Ying, whose face was purple, he couldn't understand how this female doll from the countryside could be so full of scheming? It must be Zhang Haikui's bastard, and the only one who can clearly know him and Ma Lanhua on this dock is Zhang Haikui.

"Yang Guiying, let's go!" Liu Yonghan repeated what he had just said, and did not pay attention to Fushun on the side.

"Okay, uncle, then you drink porridge first, Sister Gui Ying and I will go out and get you some food, and when you are rested, I will tell you this month's account." Fu Shun pulled Gui Ying out, he could completely understand his uncle's mood at the moment.

"Shun'er, you sit here!" Liu Yonghan patted the edge of the bed and poured the remaining half bowl of porridge into his stomach.

Fu Shun had no choice but to return to the bedside and glanced at Sister Gui Ying, who pondered the sentence "You go" and retreated timidly. She would rather Liu Yonghan scold her, or even beat her. What does the phrase "let's go" mean? Is it for me to leave that house or to leave this dock and leave Jiangyun? But why did Fushun stay again? He's not going to break up these two like-for-all children, is he?

"Who the hell is that Yang Guiying?" Liu Yonghan finally found a little energy in the rice porridge, and his voice became a little louder.

"She's ...... My sister! ”

"You're still trying to coax me, aren't you? You're going to have to lie at this point? ”

The nervous Fu Shun suddenly became relaxed, and now he finally had the opportunity to tell his life story clearly, and the words that were held in his heart were so relieved, without a trace of lies, without a trace of impurities. Including the two mothers of the muddy ditch, including Yang Jiawan's disabled adoptive father, including the infinite yearning for family affection, including the infinite gratitude for the grace of nurturing, and Yang Guiying's broken family......

Liu Yonghan burst into tears again, what a strong child this is! No matter what difficulties I encountered, I carried that warm dream, even though that dream was so naïve, and even a little contrary. What's even more commendable is that he still has a grateful heart for his adoptive parents' family!

Liu Yonghan couldn't bear to debunk Fushun's dream, at least, this child who hadn't grown up still had such a dream, how afraid he was of waking up from the dream! Just like my current self, I have lost all of my qiē, and I can't go back to my dreams!

"Shun'er, let me tell you my story!" Liu Yonghan did not express any opinions, but sincerely described the experience of his own qiē, he did not want to tell Sù Fushun how miserable he was, but how much he wanted to get the sympathy of this child!

Fu Shun's eyes became hazy, and the vague man in front of him became even taller. Compared with Liu Yonghan's misfortune, how lucky he is, there are still a few relatives in this world, and there are so many people who love him!

"Uncle, I'...... Can I stay with you at the pier again? Fu Shun rubbed his hands anxiously, only hating his clumsy mouth for not having any words of comfort.

"Let me think about it again, Shun'er, you let Yang Guiying get out of here first! I don't want to see her again! Liu Yonghan's heart ached again, maybe he no longer has the ability and courage to change anyone, what he has to do now is just to find his true self, not for anything else, just for the still kind child in front of him!

"Uncle, Sister Gui Ying, she ......"

"Don't say any more, you'd better stay away from her!"

"But ......"

"I don't have anything, but I can take the money from the account to buy him a ticket! Go ahead, I'll sleep here tonight. ”

Fu Shun walked out of the accounting room, and the burden that had just been unloaded was pressed on his body again......

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Shufen raised piglets according to Shufen's recipe, and the piglets in her pigsty began to grow wildly; The new shoots of the pear tree have turned into emerald green leaves, and the tender yellow branches have risen a lot; The People's Reservoir in Renming Bay completely replaced the collapsed Shihe Weir, and the roaring water rushed to the farmland of Yangjiawan; The mountain flowers on Mao'er Mountain and Yantai Mountain are blooming again, and wild bees are dancing among the flowers......

To Shufen's chagrin, her film rice cultivation failed to sneer again. But this did not affect Shufen's passion for agriculture, the loud mountain song echoed in the valley, bidding farewell to the childish children's voice, and the mature and crisp voice had caused a commotion among the young men.

Xie Guoqiang ploughed the fields at his father-in-law's house all day, dragged his tired body back to the leaning house in the corner of the Xie family's compound, and fell on the bed.

"Guoqiang, don't you have any food?" Shufang, who was nursing the baby, asked with concern.

"Eat a shovel, your family has a lot of fields, Lao Tzu is not tired to death, and the cattle in your house will be tired to death!"

"Oh, then I'll go cook you something!" Shufang put the little begonia that had just fallen asleep in the bamboo cradle and went to the kitchen.

Shufang got down a bowl of noodles and brought it to the side of the bed, looked at Guoqiang who was sleeping heavily, shook it slightly, and the man covered in mud turned around and slapped her, "Lao Tzu can't sleep well even if he sleeps!" Frightened, the little begonia on the side cried.

Tears rolled across her hot face, Shufang picked up the child and cried out the door. The hands that wielded the sledgehammer, uncontrolled by the power of zhì, had left slap marks on her face many times.

She sat in the courtyard with the child in her arms, and the sky had already darkened. Poor little begonia seemed to know her mother's sadness, stopped crying, and her little hand gently slid over her mother's face. Shufang felt the warm hands of the little guy, and tears welled up even more.

Shufang knew that this qiē all originated from Dr. He's advice to them. Because of the operation, Dr. Ho said that the couple could not have sex together for two years. Xie Guoqiang couldn't survive the loneliness of this day, and wanted to break through that barrier again and again. But no matter how soft and hard he was, even punching and kicking, Shufang held the child tightly and defended it, and even lived with the child in the haystack of the firewood house many times.

How unfortunate our lovely little begonias are! The hateful rat in the firewood room had secretly bitten the bridge of the baby's nose, and the little one, who was bleeding so much, cried so much that he couldn't even make a sound. After Dr. He bandaged them, he scolded the two young men. The scar on Xiao Haitang's nose, which may have stayed on Xiao Haitang's nose for the rest of his life, made Xie Guoqiang restrain for a while.

Shufen looked at the stars in the sky, and then looked at the child in her arms through the hazy moonlight, what a handsome little face, every pain will slowly disappear with a smile of the little begonia......