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The county town guesthouse.

Mu Huaixi gently placed the sleeping Xiao Heping on the bed, covered her with a blanket, and then had time to look around.

The guesthouse hasn't changed much, except that the once brand-new wallpaper has become old and the heavy curtains have become rough. It seems that time has stood still here, only adding a bit of rust.

The sun is just right.

Mu Huaixi stood by the window, squinting as she looked out. She saw Little Grey carrying two lunchboxes, following Ying Mingcheng, its little legs moving very quickly.

Little Carrot Head has grown up and considers himself a little man. Even though he's so sleepy on the bus, he still insists on going out with his father to buy food.

Mu Huaixi's gaze gently lingered on the two figures, one big and one small, and she couldn't help but smile, her heart filled with tenderness.

This is her home, but this man and child are also her home.

Ying Mingcheng took small steps, but his pace was not slow. On the one hand, he was worried about his wife and daughter who were left in the room, and on the other hand, he was afraid that his eldest son would not be able to keep up.

Little Grey tried his best to keep up, and the two quickly disappeared through the front door of the guesthouse.

Just as Mu Huaixi was about to look away, she suddenly saw a strangely familiar figure by the gate, hunched over, pulling a wooden cart full of manure buckets.

She frowned. The person's back looked familiar, but judging from her tattered clothes and gray hair, she didn't seem to be a relative from her hometown.

There was a knock on the door. Mu Huaixi was only puzzled for a moment before she hurriedly went to open it. Xiao Heping had just fallen asleep and couldn't be woken up!

After the commendation ceremony, Mu Huaixi and Ying Mingcheng had a vacation and spent a wonderful four-generation family time in the capital with their grandparents, parents, and children before returning to their hometown with their husband and son.

This time, it was Ying Mingcheng who suggested we come back.

"I've already spoken to Lao Wei. He'll lend me his car tomorrow morning, and then we'll go back to Zhangjiagou," Ying Mingcheng said. He had just gone out and not only bought food but also greeted his old friend.

"Old Wei didn't invite you to dinner?" Mu Huaixi couldn't help but laugh as she recalled Wei Chengbao's enthusiasm a few years ago. "Actually, we should have treated him to dinner."

"Yes, I told him I'd go home and finish up first, then we'll get together when I get back," Ying Mingcheng said naturally, taking the half-eaten bun she had been holding for a while and chewing it a couple of times.

He raised an eyebrow and explained, "I guess the person serving the food made a mistake; I didn't ask for green bean buns."

Mu Huaixi wasn't a picky eater; she just ate too many green beans before and didn't like them anymore.

"Yes, yes, you're not a picky eater," Ying Mingcheng teased her softly, then turned around and scolded his eldest son, who was also trying to sneakily slip him a steamed bun, with a stern face, "Xiao Hui, picky eaters won't grow tall."

Ying Wuhui looked aggrieved and angrily took the green bean bun back and took a big bite.

Why is it that Mom is a picky eater and still doesn't stunt her growth, but he doesn't?

Mu Huaixi winked at him, seemingly seeing through his slight frustration, "Mom won't be short even if she's picky about food now. When you're as big as Mom, you can eat whatever you want."

"Really?" Ying Wuhui blinked, feeling like he'd been tricked by his mother, but also inexplicably finding some truth in it. Before he knew it, he'd finished the green bean buns he didn't like.

After dinner, Mu Huaixi took her little daughter to wash up. Thinking of her eldest son's dazed little expression, she couldn't help but laugh.

After having children, she gradually recalled her childhood interactions with her parents, and understood why they always coaxed her with a soft, affectionate tone, how they held her on their laps, and how they tried their best to provide her with a better life in their impoverished mountain village.

It was only after having children that she understood why children are said to be the continuation of bloodlines. Sometimes she could see a familiar look in Xiao Hui's expression, and she also realized that children are a mirror. Sometimes she could see how her parents and grandparents treated her in the way she treated her children.

Mu Huaixi was unusually sentimental, and thought she had concealed it well, but little did she know that Ying Mingcheng had seen through it all.

He had long noticed that his wife felt both close to and apprehensive about her hometown. After the commendation ceremony, she would often space out, and she would even cry in her dreams, calling out for her mother, grandfather, and the like.

Although his biological mother and grandfather treated Xiaoxi even better than their own children, Ying Mingcheng understood that she wasn't calling out to any member of the Ying family.

He could understand Xiaoxi's complicated feelings about her hometown. Sometimes she would happily mention life in the mountains, which was her carefree teenage years. But she lost her father at a young age and then suddenly lost her grandfather. Xiaoxi's happiness was too short-lived.

She rarely mentioned her life at her uncle's house afterward, but Ying Mingcheng could imagine that it probably wasn't a happy one.

He suggested taking the children back to their hometown to sweep the graves of their maternal grandparents. On the one hand, Xiaoxi had been away for several years and should come back to see her third uncle, and on the other hand, he should let him see how Xiaoxi had grown up outside, so that he could rest assured.

"Mom..." Mu Huaixi turned over and murmured softly again.

Ying Mingcheng shook his head, covered her with the blanket, straightened the two little ones who were sleeping messily on the next bed, turned off the dim night light, lay down next to Mu Huaixi, and pulled her into his arms.

The next day was also sunny.

After the family had breakfast, Ying Mingcheng went to the police station to pick up the car, while Mu Huaixi held one child in each hand and walked slowly along the roadside.

"Mom! Someone fainted over there!" Xiao Wuhui suddenly pointed to the other side of the road, and Xiao Heping also shouted, his chubby finger pointing to the other side as well.

Mu Huaixi looked in the direction of the sound and saw the gray-haired woman she had seen yesterday lying on the steps. Perhaps she was still struggling when she fell, because her thin clothes were torn by the rough ground, revealing her abdomen full of bruises and wounds.

"!"

Mu Huaixi looked around, then, pulling Xiao Hui and carrying Xiao Heping, quickly walked to the woman's side.

She took the person's pulse, her brows furrowed, and then looked under the person's eyes and behind their ears. She turned to Xiao Heping, asked for a piece of candy, and put it in the person's mouth.

Although the person looked badly injured, fortunately, he had only fainted due to low blood sugar.

Xiao Wuhui blinked. He had heard of low blood sugar. His grandmother had told him before when he didn't eat properly that he was afraid of low blood sugar and would faint. If he fainted on the roadside, someone would take him away!

"Mom, I have candy and sugar cakes here too!" Xiao Wuhui took out all the snacks he had hidden in his pocket. This grandma is so pitiful, she's so old and still can't get enough to eat.

Mu Huaixi smiled and patted his hair. "Good boy. We'll give it to Auntie when she wakes up, okay?"

The woman lying on the street slowly woke up, and the first thing she did upon seeing her was to fly into a rage. She straightened up and grabbed the woman's neck, yelling, "You bitch! How dare you come back! If it weren't for you, would I be in such a miserable state?!"

Mu Huaixi was shocked. She instinctively turned to the side to protect her two children in her arms, but she couldn't escape the madwoman's attack.