There is also spring for passers-by

Wen Wan took the train to Sangzhou. The distance from Beijing to Sangzhou is more than 800 kilometers. If she gets on the train in the morning, she will arrive in Sangzhou tomorrow afternoon.

After getting on the train, she lay down on the berth to catch up on her sleep, her consciousness sinking into the space inside her body.

She still couldn't figure out how the original owner's soul could have vanished. She'd seen the original owner's face, and while it didn't look like she'd have a short life, it was true her life had been filled with setbacks. She'd been there for over a year, using the "Creation and Heaven-Repairing Technique" to mend the original owner's fate. She hadn't mended the weak kinship, but had instead restored the original owner's fate to a life filled with setbacks. After the age of nine, she'd been left alone, unloved by her family. Although her kinship was weak, she'd always had benefactors to help her in times of trouble.

After Wen Wan took the detoxifying and body-strengthening pill, her body became lighter, her skin became fairer, and her figure became more well-proportioned. She originally had the unique temperament of a dancer, but now she has an air of immortality.

When she was carrying a small black luggage bag, wearing a camel-colored windbreaker with a black base sweater inside, wearing tight leggings with elegant black half-heeled boots, with a small bun on her head, shoulder-length slightly curly hair, and a delicate and plain sweater chain around her neck, she immediately became the most eye-catching scenery at Sangzhou Railway Station.

The passengers coming and going looked at her with curiosity or surprise.

Her current appearance bore a strong resemblance to her original form, which had been refining its divine nature within Wen Wan's inner space. She felt there might be a mystical secret hidden within. The original owner had already been seventy percent like her, and after more than a year of dance training, her every move was truly breathtakingly beautiful.

A young student looked at Wen Wan and forgot to look at the road, and fell off the ladder.

The old man sweeping the floor nearby kept saying, "Look at the beautiful girl, she doesn't even look at the road. Just take a look. You can't catch up even if you look for so long."

Wen Wan looked around for him. Didn’t Uncle Qiu say he would come? Why couldn’t she see him now?

Not far away, a military vehicle stopped and a man ran down from it, waving at Wen Wan: "Xiao Ji, Xiao Ji, here, here..."

She looked in the direction of the voice, quickened her pace, and called out, "Uncle Han."

Uncle Han was her grandmother's good friend and student. He was approaching middle age and had gained some weight. He had acted in movies when he was young, but now he works behind the scenes at the Northern Film Studio.

"Hurry up and get in the car. Let's go to the guesthouse for dinner first, and then go to the City God Temple to buy some incense and candles." Han Changqing opened the door and let her get in the car.

There was a young man in military uniform sitting in the front of the car, and there was another young man in military uniform sitting in the passenger seat next to him. When they saw Wen Wan, they were all amazed.

Uncle Han said, "The driver is Xiao Zhang, and this is Xiao Liang, serving in the army in the south. Your father Qiu asked them to help, and they will be at our disposal today and tomorrow."

"Dad Qiu is too busy with work to leave?"

"I wanted to come back earlier, but I had to prepare for the Spring Festival cultural performance and couldn't leave. Your mother, Qiu, is here! We've invited a Taoist priest from Sangzhou to watch chess. Today is the auspicious time, 1:00 am. We'll go over and move the grave later."

Uncle Han briefly stated the key points. He looked at Wen Wan and said, "Xiao Baiyang, are you interested in making a movie with Uncle Han?"

"Uncle Han, I'm very busy with my schoolwork. Aunt Tang is preparing for the Moscow International Ballet Competition next year, but they haven't confirmed the female dancer yet. I suggested to her that I go, but Aunt Tang thinks I'm a traditional Chinese dancer. I've been practicing ballet hard lately and want to compete. If I can get a spot, I can compete abroad next year and win glory for my country..."

"I heard from your Aunt Tang in your letter that you're studying very hard in school. You've learned how to play four musical instruments and are also taking ballet, standard dance, and folk dance. You're going to be exhausted. Studying is important, but your health is just as important."

"Uncle Han, I know my limits. I've been practicing Chinese dance and ballet lately. I really want to represent the Chinese team in international competitions. Our country has won several silver medals in dance art competitions, but no one has won a gold medal yet..."

Uncle Han likes motivated children. "Have you thought about where you will go after graduation?"

"The Central Art Troupe offers more opportunities to compete abroad. Grandma has always hoped that Chinese song and dance can go abroad, and that foreign artists can learn about China through our art."

Uncle Han's eyes showed a trace of struggle, "Have you ever thought about becoming a movie actor?"

"Let's talk about it after I graduate. Right now, I just want to study quietly at school. After I return from Sangzhou, I have to go find Uncle Qiao and learn English and Russian from him. As a new generation of artists in China, we have to let the world see our strength, and that starts with learning foreign languages."

Uncle Han looked at her with burning eyes, "Are you tired like this?"

“If you don’t endure hardships now, you will suffer in the future. To understand foreign art, you must start by learning their language and understanding their culture.”

When they arrived at the guesthouse, Mother Qiu was already waiting there. She took her to a restaurant near the guesthouse. As soon as they arrived, the restaurant started serving the food.

Xiao Liang was about to leave, but when he saw Wen Wan, he was reluctant to leave and continued to occupy the passenger seat. When passing the City God Temple, he was kicked out of the car by Uncle Han, who said that he had an appointment with Taoist Zhang and had to take Taoist Zhang to the countryside, so there was no extra space for him.

The car wobbled along for an hour and a half before arriving at a small town with only one street. All the shops were in the style of the early 1980s. A Changjiang brand tape recorder was playing songs by popular Taiwanese actresses, such as "Comrades: Almost a Love Story" and "Small Town Story".

After passing through the town and walking five miles along the mountain road, we finally arrived at our destination.

When the villagers saw a military vehicle coming, they gathered around curiously.

Uncle Han walked into the brigade headquarters, took out a pack of cigarettes, and handed a cigarette to every adult man he saw.

"Where are you from? Who are you looking for?"

"Do you still remember Teacher Ji Meiyun, who was imprisoned in the cowshed during the rebellion in your village nine years ago? Her granddaughter and her niece came here to move her grave and bring her back to her hometown for burial."

Wen Wan quietly looked at the people outside through the car window. She found that the eyes of the older people trembled slightly, and some had guilty expressions. Her grandmother's death was not simple, or there was something behind it.

"Master Zhang, are you practicing in the Taoist temple?"

"It's not really cultivation, it's just making a living."

"Master Zhang knows the I Ching?"

"Separately, the characters are hard to read, and together I can't understand a single word."

"Have you ever studied physiognomy and fortune-telling?"

Mother Qiu held Wen Wan's hand and said, "Master Zhang is a feng shui master. It was his friend who helped us choose the cemetery in Jing City. Master Duo from that place introduced Master Zhang."

Wen Wan said slowly, "Grandma was a strong-willed person. Even if she was labeled a rightist, she would never commit suicide. There is a hidden reason behind her death."

"Monkey-faced, with droopy eyes, during the ten-year movement, she persecuted twenty-three women and killed five."

Because of this man's grave sins, his two sons have been in trouble repeatedly in recent years. First, the eldest son drowned, and then the second son fell off a cliff and died. Half a year ago, his grandson became a fool due to a high fever.