Reborn in 72, I hunt to support my family and spoil my younger sister rotten.

Li Xiaoyun wrote the letter with exceptional seriousness, while Li Xiangyang stood quietly to the side watching, his heart churning with indescribable emotions.

"Finished!" Li Xiaoyun put down her pen and gently blew on the ink. "Take a look?"

Li Xiangyang waved his hand: "You wrote it, why would I need to read it?"

“That won’t do,” Li Xiaoyun insisted, handing the letter to him. “This is a very important matter concerning both of us.”

Li Xiangyang took the letter, and the first thing he saw was Li Xiaoyun's delicate handwriting.

The letter began with greetings to her parents, and then she started talking about her relationship with Li Xiangyang.

Between the lines, there is both praise for Li Xiangyang's character and plans for the future.

"This..." Li Xiangyang's face flushed slightly after reading it. "You wrote it so well."

“What’s good or bad?” Li Xiaoyun said, her head bowed as she sorted through the letters, her voice barely audible. “Everything I wrote is true.”

"Let's go mail it now," Li Xiangyang said, heading out.

"Wait!" Li Xiaoyun grabbed his sleeve. "You're wearing so little?"

Li Xiangyang looked down at his cotton-padded coat and said, puzzled, "It's thick enough."

"Hey, wait for me," Li Xiaoyun turned and went into the house, returning a moment later with a scarf. "Here, put this on."

Looking at the brand-new blue scarf, Li Xiangyang was stunned: "This is...?"

“I knitted it,” Li Xiaoyun said, wrapping the scarf around his neck. “I was planning to give it to you on your birthday.”

Li Xiangyang touched the scarf, his rough fingers able to feel the warmth of the wool.

"Hehe, this is so warm. Um, your parents are here, I need to prepare some gifts for them." Li Xiangyang said with a silly grin, touching his scarf.

“You’re always thinking about useless things,” Li Xiaoyun said as she walked. “My parents aren’t here to ask for a dowry.”

“That’s true,” Li Xiangyang followed, “but I’m just nervous, aren’t I? By the way, what do your parents like? Does your dad smoke?…”

"You smoke and drink, you're really annoying. What's the rush..."

The two talked until they arrived at the post office.

Li Xiangyang bought stamps and watched as Li Xiaoyun solemnly dropped the letter into the mailbox, making him even more nervous.

"Do you think your parents will dislike me...?"

"What do I dislike about you?" Li Xiaoyun turned around. "I dislike that you're honest? That you're hardworking? Or that you're good to me?"

“I mean,” Li Xiangyang rubbed his hands together, “I’m from the countryside after all, and I’m not well-off right now. I can’t rebuild my house, and my family is also…”

“You,” Li Xiaoyun shook her head with a smile, “always worrying unnecessarily. Let me tell you, my parents aren’t materialistic people, so you can rest assured.”

"They're just here to see if you're a good person, if you're honest. Besides, I've already made up my mind. I know what kind of person you are. Don't worry, my parents will definitely like you."

Seeing Li Xiaoyun's smile, Li Xiangyang felt a little more at ease. He held her hand, feeling the warmth of her palm: "I know, I know everything."

He took a deep breath: "Xiaoyun, don't worry. I will definitely make sure you live a good life. This isn't just empty talk, I..."

“I know,” Li Xiaoyun interrupted him, her eyes firm, “I believe you.”

These three words were spoken lightly, yet they weighed a ton. Li Xiangyang felt his eyes welling up with tears.

"Well, while the elders are still here for a while, I think I should put in some effort. It's getting colder and colder, and it's not easy to find prey in the mountains. I don't want to waste my time and work for nothing. But I can fish, as long as I'm diligent..."

“Slacking off is good, it’s not so dangerous, I’ll go with you!” Li Xiaoyun’s eyes lit up.

“That won’t do,” Li Xiangyang waved his hands repeatedly. “It’s freezing cold, and the river water is icy. I think you shouldn’t go. Don’t worry, I’m skilled…”

"What? You look down on me? If you think the water's cold, I'll help you, you don't have to touch it, okay?" Li Xiaoyun persisted. "Besides, isn't this all for our future?"

Looking at the determined girl in front of him, Li Xiangyang felt a warmth in his heart.

These days, when looking for a partner, everyone cares about being well-matched in terms of social status and background.

But Li Xiaoyun was different. Not only did she not mind that he was poor, she also wanted to suffer with him.

“Okay,” Li Xiangyang nodded, “but we need to divide the work clearly. You stay on the shore and keep an eye on things, and whatever you do, don’t get wet.”

"Okay!" Li Xiaoyun replied cheerfully.

On the way back, the cold wind howled, but it couldn't dispel the warmth in the hearts of the two young people.

The two chatted and laughed all the way back to Li Xiangyang's house.

Before even entering the courtyard, I heard the black cat meow and leap down from the roof.

“This cat,” Li Xiangyang chuckled, “is so arrogant to everyone.”

Just then, the courtyard gate creaked open, and Li's mother poked her head out: "You're back? Xiaoyun's here too? Come in and warm up."

Li Xiaoyun smiled at Li's mother: "Auntie."

This call filled Li's mother with joy.

“Auntie,” Li Xiaoyun said, her face slightly flushed, “I wrote home today and asked my parents to come over.”

"You wrote a letter?" Upon hearing this, Li's mother's eyes lit up immediately. "Good, good!"

She held Li Xiaoyun's hand, so excited that she could hardly speak.

“Auntie,” Li Xiaoyun continued, “I want to go fishing with Xiangyang by the river.”

"It's so cold outside..." Li's mother said with some concern.

“I’ll stay on the shore and keep an eye on things,” Li Xiaoyun quickly explained. “The work in the water should be done in the sunny spots.”

As Li Xiangyang walked towards the side room, he said, "Mother, don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

He quickly took out his tools, and now he had two long bamboo poles in his hand.

He found this a few days ago specifically to catch fish under the ice.

"Wait a minute," Li's mother suddenly remembered something, turned around and rummaged through the cupboard, "I still have two jin of flour here, I'll steam some buns for you to take with you. Fishing is a cold job, you need to eat something warm."

"It's too precious..." Li Xiaoyun wanted to decline.

“What’s so precious about it?” Mother Li said, kneading the dough with practiced ease. “You young people work hard, isn’t this what you’re looking for to eat?”

While Li's mother was steaming buns, Li Xiangyang helped Li Xiaoyun organize the tools.

He carefully inspected the bamboo poles to make sure each one was sturdy and reliable.

“Xiangyang,” Li Xiaoyun suddenly said, “once my parents arrive, we can finalize things.”

Li Xiangyang paused, a warm feeling welling up inside him.

Looking at the girl in front of him who was willing to suffer with him, he felt incredibly fortunate.

Soon, the steaming hot buns were ready.

Li's mother carefully wrapped the buns in coarse cloth, then found a thermos and filled it with hot water.

"Go quickly," Li's mother handed the things to Li Xiaoyun, "Remember to come back before dark."

As the two young people walked out of the yard side by side, Li's mother's eyes welled up with tears.

Ever since Li Xiangyang's father passed away, she has been worried about her son's marriage.

These days, seeing her son dating Li Xiaoyun, her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

Li Xiaoyun didn't mind that her family was poor or that they were from the countryside; she was even willing to endure hardship with her son.

Even with so many girls coming to the educated youth settlement, you couldn't find another girl as good as her.

"This child," Li's mother wiped her eyes and murmured to herself, "has met a benefactor."

She turned and went back into the house, and when she remembered that Li Xiaoyun had just said she was going to write a letter home, she was even happier.

If this can be settled, her wish will be fulfilled.

As she thought about it, she couldn't help but smile again: "This child, just like his father, is blessed."

After saying this, Li's mother glanced at the yellowed photograph in the center of the main room, as if sharing this joy with someone in heaven.