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Zhang Wuliang was worried about Liu Qingxi visiting back and forth alone, so he took the initiative to ask to go together.
After an independent command, the group leaders felt less anxious and uneasy than yesterday. From initial timidity and reluctance to give orders, they eventually became calm and spoke out naturally, experiencing a qualitative leap in their mindset.
"Uncle Zhang, how's it going today?"
"Not bad, Qingxi, you can rest assured, I can do it."
"Uncle Zhang, I knew you could do it. There will be even bigger business waiting for your command in the future."
"That's right. If it weren't for what you said yesterday, I wouldn't have dared to command so many people today." The honest farmer had never commanded others before.
When he first opened his mouth to give orders, he was trembling all over, mustering his courage with his hands tightly gripping the corners of his clothes.
After the first time, the second time made it much easier; by the third and fourth times, he and the twenty people under him had already established a smooth rapport.
"Alright, Uncle, you've worked hard. Rest early tonight; I'll go visit others."
Next, Liu Qingxi visited house after house while Zhang Wuliang tried not to speak, allowing Liu Qingxi to interact with the villagers and deepen their connections.
During dinner time, someone from the Yang Family came to invite them. Anan, dressed in a loose blue short jacket and black round-toed cloth shoes with her hair tied up high and wrapped in a green ribbon, said, " Miss Liu, my family's young master requests your presence."
While washing her hands, Liu Qingxi shook off the water droplets. "Let's go."
At the Yang Family Courtyard:
A boy around seven or eight years old sat in the shade of a tree, his slender fingers flipping through a yellow book as he quietly read the words on the page.
Liu Qingxi lightened her footsteps and quietly approached. Upon seeing what the boy was reading, she nodded with satisfaction. At her gesture, Anan turned and took another path.
They did not want to disturb the warm moment between the siblings. Sunlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows that shielded them from the heat while illuminating their similar faces.
One was still while the other moved; one sat while the other stood...
After a long while, the boy sitting steadily on the stone bench seemed to sense the silence around him and instinctively turned his head.
He raised his eyes to see the girl standing quietly behind him, surprise flashing in his eyes. The book in his hand slipped from his grasp as he exclaimed, "Sister, you’re back?"
He tightly grasped the corner of the girl's clothing, his large eyes, bright like hers, sparkling with excitement.
"Yes, what did you learn today?"
"Today Brother Yang taught me," Liu Qingyan said as she pulled Liu Qingxi forward, simultaneously reporting what she had learned.
Liu Qingyan stayed at the Yang Family mainly because the earthquake had caused the Confucius Academy's buildings to collapse, leaving no place for students to study or stay temporarily. The children were resting at home.
Once everything returned to normal, classes would resume.
As Liu Qingxi was busy running around and unable to take care of Liu Qingyan, he entrusted her care to the Wen Family for the time being.
Coincidentally, Wen Suling often felt bored staying at home alone, so having a kid like Liu Qingyan around brought much joy to her life.
Meanwhile, Yang Yichen was also busy during Liu Qingxi's hectic times; in fact, he was even more occupied.
It had been over two months since the earthquake occurred. During this time, he had almost exhausted the Yang Family's assets to purchase food. In Biqi Town and Linyi County, he made high-profile food distributions to create an impact.
Of course, he did not deliberately promote his actions but relied on word of mouth among the people. In just over a month, his reputation soared among them.
At the same time, his business dealings with the man in black had not fallen behind. Since their first collaboration, business from the Black-Clad Youth continued to flow in.
The two parties seemed to have reached an understanding: the other side would supply raw iron while he was responsible for forging it, with payment settled afterward.
However, this time—
"Young Master, the weapons have been forged; however, the other party did not arrive as scheduled."
The young man's slender fingers lightly tapped the table surface, his brow slightly furrowed as he fell into deep thought.
Why had the other party taken so long this time? Compared to the previous urgent requests for the letter, this was quite unusual.
"Just leave it for now, don't let it slip."
He wasn't worried about the other party not paying; it was just that someone who had never missed an appointment suddenly going silent was concerning. Coupled with the recent major events involving Xiyue Sheng, could it be...
Suddenly, cheerful laughter from a child and a gentle response from a girl came from outside the door. Yang Yichen signaled for his subordinates to quietly retreat, stood up, and walked toward the door.
As he opened the door, sunlight poured in unexpectedly, the warm light blinding him momentarily.
The girl walked slowly into the sunlight, illuminating his eyes and his heart.
"Yang Yichen, Aunt asked us to come call for you."
Such a harmonious and warm way of life; every detail felt like family.
The actions of these people, who shared no blood ties, seemed like those of family members who had developed an unspoken understanding over many years.
During dinner, Yang Yichen naturally served food to the girl, his cool voice softening: "You've worked hard; eat more."
The girl nodded slightly, her cheeks flushing visibly. The Wen Family watched with delight in their hearts, quietly lowering their heads so as not to disturb the sweet moment between the two young people.
The young man appeared as a considerate husband, arranging her meals and living conditions without any worries as he fought for their future.
Such rare moments of warmth were not something anyone wanted to disrupt.
After dinner, while digesting their food, they decided to take a walk to strengthen their bond. Liu Qingyan covered her mouth and chuckled softly, exchanging knowing glances with the Wen Family: "Brother Yang, sister, I don’t want to go; you all can go."
The Wen Family also feigned fatigue to avoid going out, leaving only the youth behind.
The atmosphere suddenly became a bit awkward, dimly lit, as those who had finished dinner returned home to rest, leaving the roadside quiet.
Moreover, the Yang Family Courtyard was some distance from the village, making it even more desolate at this hour.
A cool breeze gradually blew through, rustling the leaves, while birds flapped their wings and returned to their nests to rest.
The youth walked hand in hand along the tranquil path.
Ignoring the fatigue of the day and the many tasks still ahead, there was a sense of leisure and detachment, reminiscent of "picking chrysanthemums by the eastern fence, leisurely gazing at the Southern Mountain."
Liu Qingxi shared with Yang Yichen what she had done today, not for any particular reason, but simply to have someone to confide in.
At that moment, it felt as if everything around them faded away, leaving only the youth.
As the girl spoke softly, Yang Yichen's thoughts drifted back to fleeting scenes that had flashed through his mind recently. Over these days, fragments had appeared sporadically in his mind; yet when he tried to focus on them, nothing substantial emerged.
All those scattered moments could not be pieced together. The young man felt troubled and sought out contemporary renowned doctors for discreet examinations but found no abnormalities.
The moon quietly rose, filtering through the branches like a playful child. As usual, they walked back together in harmony, escorting Liu Qingxi home. The girl stood at her doorstep watching as the boy turned to leave.
Little did she know that on many nights after she returned home, he would turn back and stand outside her window, listening to her steady breathing and watching her fall into peaceful sleep before finally departing.
There is a kind of love that remains unspoken, a kind of love that is silent guardianship, and a kind of love that strives to become a better self just to be the truest version for you.
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