Rebirth of a Village Girl

Chapter 417: 122: Many years of red moles, the show is really good to watch! _3

“Drive slowly on the road and be careful.” Lin Fang instructed.

“I will.” Shangguan Dehui nodded.

After Shangguan Dehui left in his car, Lin Fang turned around and headed towards the apartment building.

When she returned home, she could hear weak, desperate cries.

“I’m so hungry, I want to eat… eat…”

“I need water too! I’m thirsty…”

“I’m dying… someone help…”

The old man had not eaten or drank all day, his lips were dry and cracked. How could he not be uncomfortable?

Nevertheless, Lin Fang acted as if she hadn’t heard any of the cries, she went straight to her room, lied down on her bed, and began to plan her lavish life of leisure.

At the Shangguan’s residence.

As soon as Shangguan Dehui returned home, Mrs. Shangguan asked, “Dehui, how did your first date go today? How do you feel about the girl?”

“She’s someone I can live with.” Shangguan Dehui answered.

Old Mrs. Shangguan laughed, “So, you had a good impression of her.”

“Hmm.” Shangguan Dehui nodded.

Hearing this, Mrs. Shangguan was very pleased. “Dehui, I’m relieved to see you letting go of the past and embracing new emotions.”

Yet, within Shangguan Dehui’s heart, there was a deep, unforgettable mark.

The person he couldn’t forget wasn’t the mother of Shangguan Xu and Shangguan Xi, but a girl he had once met in the countryside when he was a young educated youth.

This is what happened.

One day, when Shangguan Dehui, then a young educated youth, was looking after a forest on the mountain, he accidentally fell into a trap set by hunters.

A girl, around sixteen or seventeen, who had been herding cattle, had saved him.

To save him, the young girl accidentally hurt her ankle.

Shangguan Dehui was smitten with the girl at first sight. However, in those conservative times, they parted without even knowing each other’s names.

After some time, Shangguan Dehui eventually learnt the young girl’s name and address, but she was nowhere to be found…

She had vanished.

Some people said she got married, others said she moved homes.

In an age where communication was not as advanced, they lost touch from there.

Later on, Shangguan Dehui started searching for her everywhere. Any whispers or rumors, reliable or not, he would chase after them, only to face disappointment every time.

Eventually, Shangguan Dehui returned to the city. Unable to resist his family’s pressure, he was forced to marry Xu Fen, the mother of Shangguan Xu and Shangguan Xi.

Shangguan Dehui was responsible. Once he decided to marry Xu Fen, he was determined to fulfil his responsibilities as a husband. They lived a relatively loving life. Unfortunately, Xu Fen passed away due to complications during childbirth after giving birth to their twins, a boy and a girl.

Since then, Shangguan Dehui remained single.

Now, after twenty years, Shangguan Dehui has long forgotten what the girl looked like, having only seen her once.

All he remembered was that people in the village used to call her Daya.

At present, Shangguan Dehui no longer harbored any hope of finding her. After all, so many years have passed, even if he found her, what would it change?

Perhaps she’s now the mother of several children.

It’s difficult to relive the past. Some people can only live in your heart.

Thinking about the past, Shangguan Dehui’s face was filled with sorrow. He turned around and went to his study on the third floor, starting to practice calligraphy to calm himself.

Ni Yan was riding her bicycle in the twilight of the setting sun. The breeze blew gently, stirring her long hair into a disheveled beauty.

A black jeep slowly passed her by.

The man in the driver’s seat glanced at her. His usually calm eyes were suddenly agitated, as if a stone had been thrown into a still lake.

Ripples instantly formed.

It’s her again.

Ni Yan.

Mo Baichuan slowly withdrew his gaze. Ni Yan always said she isn’t interested in him.

If that were truly the case, would she appear before him time and again?

This woman, the mask she wears is too thick.

Mo Baichuan’s mouth curved into a mocking smile. He turned the steering wheel and drove towards Li Xianxian’s dormitory.

It was about time to give Ni Yan a bit of a shock!

Ni Yan is someone who needs a good shaking!

Mo Baichuan’s hand on the steering wheel tightened unconsciously, his knuckles turning white, veins bulging.

Ni Yan didn’t go home immediately, instead, she stopped at the vegetable market to buy groceries and flour.

Upon returning home, she ran into Goudan playing with Little Ni Yun.

Little Ni Yun was growing more noticeably each day. Only ten days ago, he was still toddling unsurely, but now he was walking sturdily.