The first top lady

Longquanli.

This is an ordinary small village in Linhang, called Longquanli, where the Song family's hometown is located. It is said that the village was called Baishui Village a hundred years ago. Later, a Taoist priest traveled here and said that dragons and phoenixes would fly out of the village in the future, so it was better to change the name to Longquanli.

After leaving Linhang City, we walked along a long, uninhabited road surrounded by green trees before we could vaguely see green tiles and white walls, and gradually the city became more populated.

Longquanli is a bit remote, like a paradise, but after several years of development, it is no longer a remote place.

A square was built at the entrance of the village. It has a large space and the elderly people who have free time like to sit here to bask in the sun and chat, while the children play in the square and have a lot of fun.

A car slowly drove towards Longquanli.

The streets in the village are narrow. Except for the main street that runs from north to south, most of the streets are still alleys paved with blue bricks. Although many houses have been renovated, the alleys are still narrow and can hardly accommodate a car.

More and more families in the village are buying cars. As the alleys are too narrow, they usually park their cars in the open space at the entrance of the village or on the side of the road on the main street.

The Song family's home was relatively close to the entrance of the village. When Song Yixuan and his friends came back from outside, they parked the car directly next to the square, took things from the trunk, and walked towards the village.

When the mothers-in-law who were basking in the sun saw that it was Song Yixuan's family, they immediately stopped talking about the topic and said loudly: "It's Song Yixuan, you are back."

There was joy and even pride on their faces.

"Granny, these are brought back for you."

Each of them carried large and small bags. Apart from the sacrificial supplies, the rest were gifts to the villagers.

The mothers-in-law waved their hands and declined.

"No, no, I can't..."

"I can't..."

"…Every time I come back, I get gifts like this and that."

“We don’t need it…”

……

"Not much, and I don't come back often."

"That's not possible. We don't lack anything."

……

"It should."

……

After arguing for a few minutes, Song Yixuan finally forced the food in and refused to take it.

Song Yitian simply threw down what he was holding, pulled Song Yixun and Song Yike together and ran away empty-handed.

It’s better to leave these scenes of pulling and tugging to her sister, she likes directness.

Song Yishen took things like offerings for worship, as well as some daily necessities.

The Song family's parents died early, and the eldest child, Song Yixuan, was only ten years old at that time. The villagers were kind-hearted and had always supported them. It can be said that it was the villagers who helped raise them.

Therefore, no matter how great their achievements are or how far they have gone, they will never forget the people here and their home.

After leaving the village entrance, the five of them walked through a long alley, turned two corners, and came to the door of a two-story duplex building.

This house was renovated last year.

Because Song Yixuan and Song Yishen went out to work and bought houses in the city, Song Yixun, Song Yitian and Song Yike usually went back to their homes in the city during holidays, so the houses in their hometown were uninhabited for a long time and a large part of them collapsed.

As expected, a house needs popularity. As long as there are people living in it, it seems that even the oldest house can stand.

It was the village chief who called Song Yixuan to tell him the news of the house collapse.

Song Yixuan felt that they must have a place to live in Longquanli, so he asked the village chief and several elders to arrange a construction team to rebuild their current house.

All the houses in the village have yards. After the houses were rebuilt, the yards became much smaller, but still much larger than the small yards in the city.

There is a grape trellis in the yard, with chairs and benches under the trellis, but the grape vine is only half a meter high. It was transplanted for them by a grandfather from West Street last year.

But the most attractive thing is the persimmon tree that is taller than two floors. The trunk is as thick as a person, with luxuriant branches and leaves extending in all directions, and the trunk is tilted and directly reaches the balcony on the second floor.

In the past, this persimmon tree went straight through the main house of the old house, acting as half of the main beam. When renovating the new house, Song Yixuan specifically asked to keep the persimmon tree. Therefore, when designing the new house, half of the space was specially reserved for the persimmon tree.

When the persimmons are ripe, you can stand on the second-floor balcony and touch the red persimmons with your hands.

Song Yixuan and his friends did not stay at home for long, but packed up their things and went to the woods in the east.

They didn't meet anyone else along the way, and when a few small mounds appeared in front of them, they had reached their destination.

We passed by several graves. In front of the tombstones were fruits and snacks, as well as ashes from burnt paper money. The weeds that had originally grown on the graves had now spread elsewhere.

It was already late when they arrived.

After taking a short detour, they finally stopped in front of a monument without any words on it.

Like the tablets placed by the Song family, there are four tombstones here, three of which are blank.

Song Yishen walked silently to the blank tombstone on the far left, placed the offerings, and began to clear the weeds.

Song Yixun and Song Yitian are twins, a boy and a girl, siblings. They walked to a tombstone next to Song Yishen to pay their respects.

Song Yike was paying homage at the third tomb.

Lying here are their biological parents. Although there is not a single word on the tombstone, these names will be engraved in their hearts forever.

They knew their original names, but for some reasons, they could only be called Song Yishen, Song Yixun, Song Yitian and Song Yike now.

But Song Yixuan was different from them, she really didn't know what her previous name was. Moreover, no one here was related to her by blood.

Although we are not related by blood, I feel grateful for saving your life.

Song Yixuan walked to the tombstone on the far right with the words "Song Yihe and Chen Yuanhe" engraved on it, lit a stick of incense, and began to burn paper money.

The people here, inside and outside, have nothing to do with her, yet they are related to her.

She didn't know much, and didn't even remember who she was, but she would always remember Song and Chen for saving her life.

There is also the younger brother Song Yice who was sent away by her. He is the son of Song Yi and Chen Yuanhe.

"With compassion..."

Song Yizhen wanted to say something but stopped himself. The words were on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't say them. Originally, the person standing here today should have been Song Yice.

She still felt guilty towards Song Yi and Chen Yuanhe, "Don't worry, I will find Yi Ce back."

She must find Song Yice and give them a complete Song Yice.

There are still three months left, and in three months the twelve-year agreement between her and that man will expire.

If the old man is trustworthy, Song Yice will definitely come back at the agreed time, but if...

What if Song Yice can’t come back?

She didn't dare to imagine this possibility. If it came true, how would she face Song Yi and Chen Yuanhe in the afterlife?

In the past few years, Song Yichen has been running "Xiao Yao You" and has successively recruited four people who are proficient in hacking technology, namely Zheng Shuke, Yan Zhe, Liang Shanglong and Jiang Sen, in the hope of finding Song Yichen's whereabouts.

But after so many years, there has been no news.

It’s not that she hadn’t thought about the worst possible outcome, but she chose not to believe it.

Twelve years ago, she had no choice but to let the doctor take Song Yice away for treatment.

Now she is still powerless.

Does she really owe the Song family so much?