Step by step, a gentle breeze leads to a smooth path

Ting Nan looked at Zuo Jinyue, who was praying, and blinked her big eyes, not understanding what Teacher Zuo was struggling with. Why not just go inside and take a look?

"Tingnan, are you out of school?" A deep voice rang out.

"Uncle Ah Huo!" Zuo Jinyue turned around abruptly. The voice was so familiar; it always echoed in her dreams. Looking at the man striding towards her in the distance, Zuo Jinyue trembled with excitement, wanting to rush forward, but her legs wouldn't cooperate. She stood still, tears instantly streaming down her face. Thank goodness—Uncle Ah Huo, you're still alive.

"Uncle Ah Huo, it's me, Xiao Yue! Xiao Yue!" As Gao Haoran approached, Zuo Jinyue rushed over and grabbed his arm. "Uncle Ah Huo, do you know how much I've missed you? I knew you wouldn't sacrifice yourself, sob sob sob..."

Song Wanli caught up from behind, saying, "Come inside quickly, let's talk inside." Teacher Zuo's crying outside was quite conspicuous.

Gao Haoran also came to his senses. The girl in front of him was quiet and dignified, with a graceful and poised demeanor. Just looking at her gave him a sense of peace and tranquility. It was as if he had never experienced the hardships of the past: "Xiaoyue, let's go inside and talk. What are you doing here?"

After entering the house, Zuo Jinyue sat next to Gao Haoran, as if she had returned to that year, when she only felt safe when she was next to Uncle Ah Huo.

"Uncle Ah Huo, I missed you so much! I believed I could find you. Look, I did it! I found you! I saw you! Aren't I amazing?" Zuo Jinyue transformed into that ten-year-old girl, eagerly awaiting praise for her hero.

"Yes, Xiaoyue, you are very capable and brave!" Gao Haoran wanted to pat Zuo Jinyue's head, but then felt it was inappropriate and withdrew his hand.

"Are your grandparents alright? How could they let you travel so far alone?"

“I snuck out, but I sent them a telegram as soon as I got there.” Zuo Jinyue stuck out her tongue. In front of Uncle Ah Huo, she was Xiaoyue. “My father always talked about you while practicing his kung fu. My grandfather couldn’t stand the hardship of traveling. He got sick as soon as he returned to the countryside and eventually passed away.”

"well!……"

"Master Gao, why did you decide to name him Ah Huo?" Song Wanli thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so he asked.

"Oh, the character 'Ran' in my name has four dots at the bottom, which is the same as 'fire.' At that time, our motherland was in dire straits. Chairman Mao said that a single spark can start a prairie fire, so I named myself Ah Huo (meaning 'fire') to constantly remind myself not to slack off."

"The situation is great now, but there's always some filth..." Gao Haoran thought of something and his mood became somewhat downcast.

"Teacher Zuo, Master, we are truly destined to meet! Master, Teacher, I've really hit the jackpot!" Ting Nan clapped her hands happily, interrupting Gao Haoran's worries.

She was very happy that Teacher Zuo had found her hero and benefactor, and hoped that everyone around her would be happy.

Everyone continued chatting happily, sharing their past experiences.

From the moment Zuo Jinyue saw Gao Haoran, she lost all girlish reserve. Her gaze never left Gao Haoran, and she didn't even want to blink. She was so afraid that this was a dream, and that she would have to start searching all over again after she woke up.

Gao Haoran is like a long-lost relative to her, as well as her spiritual support. He is the ever-shining savior in her heart, cutting off the hand of evil! He also influences her to do her best for others and to maintain a pure and kind heart.

He's alive and well, that's better than anything else, and she doesn't want to know why Uncle Ah Huo broke his promise.

After years of searching, she finally has a satisfactory answer. Her parents will be very happy. She needs to send a telegram to her family as soon as possible.

Gao Haoran felt guilty for not fulfilling his promise in time, even though he had his reasons. He felt even more sorry for Xiaoyue, who had been searching for him for so many years and had suffered countless injustices.

It was truly worth the journey we took together. What a loving and righteous family! If only everyone could uphold morality and responsibility!

The adults recounted those war-torn days, and Nan listened as they spoke. During those years when the country was occupied, all Chinese people, regardless of wealth or class, whether in the city or the countryside, were filled with lamentation.

I used to think that war was far away from me, but I didn't expect that the people around me had experienced it. The peace we have today was bought with the blood of countless martyrs.

The heroes in textbooks have names and are recorded, but there are many more unsung heroes.