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"Ah! Good!" Wen Family cried and laughed, their body gently trembling, tears streaming down their cheeks, their loving gaze fixed on their lively son, unable to look away for a long time.
"Mother, here's what happened," Yang Yichen fabricated a more reasonable story, claiming he had encountered a master who cured him of a long-standing ailment.
Worried that his family would cause trouble if they knew the truth, he pretended to be weak and sickly to mislead them: "Mother, I'm in great health now, so you don't have to worry anymore!"
"Mother is not worried; Mother is happy, very happy!" Wen Family shed tears continuously, as if trying to cry out all the grievances and fears accumulated over the years.
Unknowingly, the son who once resembled a kitten had grown up, towering over her by quite a bit. The sturdy shoulders of the young man had become a strong support.
After quite a while, Wen Family came back to reality from their joy: "Yichan, what will happen next? Will you continue to pretend to be sick?"
"Mother, you don't need to think too much about that. Just see me as I used to be. As for those women, do whatever you want with them; I'll handle everything else!"
The phrase "I'll handle everything else" made Wen Family's tears well up again. Many years ago, that man had said similar words, but later on, one woman after another came into his life, and his heart gradually drifted away.
Wen Family's heart grew colder; things could never return to how they were. Thankfully, she had her son; they were each other's closest companions.
"Alright, Mother will listen to you! By the way, how did the County Examination go?"
"I guarantee I'll bring back a Scholar for you. You also need to take care of your health!"
"I know, I know. As long as you're well, Mother is happy!" With her son around, Wen Family felt content; everything seemed joyful.
As for Yang Yichen's long-standing concern that she couldn't handle too much stimulation did not manifest; on the contrary, Wen Family's complexion was even rosier, and her appetite had increased—she ate two more bowls than usual.
After dinner, Yang Yichen said: "Mother, Ming Wo has returned to the countryside. Why don't you come stay with me for a while?"
"Yichan, I..."
"Mother, there's no need for you to worry about the house. Why keep staring at them and getting upset? Everything that belongs to us won't slip away, and I still want to show you more filial piety!"
"Alright, I'll go with you!"
Since returning from Yang Yichen, the Wen Family had not taken their eyes off his face for the entire afternoon, fearing that everything before them was just an illusion, a fleeting dream.
But it was all real, vividly present before them. The pain from being pinched on the thigh constantly reminded her of this fact.
The next morning, the Wen Family packed their belongings and instructed the kitchen to prepare meals.
After a simple breakfast of congee and vegetables, the mother and son boarded the carriage, and the rumbling sounds from Yang Residence gradually faded away.
When Yang Bingshan awoke from his gentle dreams, he found the Main Courtyard empty and realized that his son had returned yesterday and left with his wife this morning!
The coldness of the room filled him with deep loneliness and desolation.
In stark contrast was the Main Road leading to Ten Li Pu, where a modest wooden-colored carriage was slowly making its way.
The woman in the carriage was excitedly chattering away, more talkative than she had been in years: "Yichan, this place looks great! Mother really chose well!"
"Yichan, do you have any friends here? Invite them over to play!"
"Yichan, should I visit the village chief first to thank him for his care?"
"Yichan..."
Yang Yichen wore a smile throughout. The autumn breeze lifted the curtain of the carriage, revealing rolling hills in shades of yellow and orange in the distance. The dry bushes swayed in the wind, creating a rustling sound that mingled with the birds' calls, forming a unique symphony.
His mother's concerned words floated in his ears like a gentle enchantment, akin to a feather softly brushing against his heart—tickling and warming him, sending waves of excitement through him that made it hard to pull away from this moment.
In the distance, a cluster of thatched Earthen Houses came into view, with the Yang Family's residence standing out prominently, located not far from the village.
This was the Wen Family's second visit; the first time was to help Yang Yichen select a suitable location for building a health retreat.
As for other times, she had to stay at home to safeguard her son's inheritance from being taken by others.
If it weren't for her son Kang Fu's recovery and his newfound ability to protect himself while holding the family's lifeline in his hands, she wouldn't have felt at ease leaving.
Having been uninhabited for over half a month, the ground was covered with fallen leaves, and a thick layer of dust had settled in the rooms.
Anan quickly unloaded the luggage from the cart and began sweeping up the leaves in the courtyard. The two maids brought by the Wen Family started tidying up without needing any instructions.
"Mother, let them clean up; let's go take a look outside!"
"Alright! I haven't had a good look around here yet; let's go!"
Since yesterday, the smile on the Wen Family's faces had not faded, and everything in their eyes appeared beautiful.
As they stepped out of the courtyard, they encountered a middle-aged man dressed in a dark blue coarse cloth jacket and loose gray linen trousers, carrying a hoe. His face was covered in dust, and his pants were speckled with mud.
Upon seeing the two emerge from the Yang Family's yard, he suddenly stopped. He recognized White-Clad Youth, but he was taken aback by the woman beside him.
With her smooth forehead, large eyes, high nose bridge, and rosy lips, complemented by a red wide-sleeved embroidered Long Skirt and lotus-patterned embroidered shoes, she moved gracefully as if flowing like water.
Her gentle smile and serene demeanor instantly made her stand out among everyone in Village.
The man was momentarily stunned until he cleared his throat lightly.
"Ah! Uh!" The man awkwardly scratched his head. "Young Master Yang, you have returned!"
The face of the Wen Family was flushed under the bold gaze of the man, but it was nothing serious, as there was no other meaning in his eyes, just pure astonishment!
"Yes, Uncle Sanyou, what are you doing?"
It turned out that the man was none other than Zhang Sanyou, who was hurrying along.
If it weren't for knowing Zhang Sanyou's character, Yang Yichen would not have let him off the hook after that moment of embarrassment.
Fortunately, they were familiar with each other. Of course, the awkward and flustered Zhang Sanyou had no idea that danger had just come and gone.
"Oh! Qingxi asked me to go home and get something! We need it later; I forgot to bring it when I left. This is..."
"This is my mother! Mom, this is Uncle Sanyou from the Village, who takes good care of me!"
"Oh! Yichan has troubled you!"
"No! Not at all! Young Master Yang has helped me a lot!"
At this moment, only respect remained in Zhang Sanyou's eyes.
"Oh dear, I won't keep you two. I need to hurry back over there; you take your time!" The man suddenly slapped his forehead, almost forgetting something important!
Soon after, he ran into a few villagers, and in no time at all, everyone knew that Yang Yichen's mother, Madam Yang, had arrived. The news of this unexpected guest quickly spread throughout Ten Li Pu.
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