"As long as your husband and son are still here, we're sure to find them." said the woman.

Yang Ruqing nodded: "Well, I'm not in a hurry. Even if I was, it wouldn't help."

With a kind smile, the woman said: “According to the Buddha Maitreya, everything in this world requires good timing.”

>If fate hasn't arrived, even if that person lives in the village next door to yours, you won't meet.

When the time is right, no matter how far apart you are, there will always be bumps and scrapes along the way, like a tangled ball of yarn, that bring you together.

"Take us for example, didn't we used to not know each other at all?"

"Look, we two are together here drying clothes and talking, this is fate."

“Listen carefully to what your aunt is saying,” the woman asked.

Because she had come back this way before, she felt that Yang Ruohong's mood was very low.

Upon hearing this, Yang Ruqing raised her head and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

>

"Auntie, I understand what you're saying."

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine in a while, it’s nothing.” she said.

These days have been quite trying, mentally exhausting.

Hope, disappointment, then hope again...

It seems to be constantly repeating this cycle, back and forth. When optimistic, full of confidence, looking at everything with a glow.

When I am tired, or down, the world seems full of malice.

I wish I could find a deserted place and have a good cry, or get totally drunk until I wake up and realize that all this has just been a long, terrible nightmare.

But no matter how tired she was, she never thought about giving up!

“Auntie, rest assured, don't even mention this mountain. As long as they are still alive and in this world, I will find them all!” Yang Ruqing declared firmly, her eyes shining with newfound determination.

When Ah-hou's mother saw this, she let out a sigh of relief.

"My good girl, that's right! Heaven will surely see your determination, and your family will definitely reunite!"

"Thank you, Auntie, for your kind words. Let's hurry and dry our clothes!" Yang Ruohua smiled and said.

"Good! " Ahou's mother also smiled, and the two continued to work.

The bright sunshine of autumn shone in from the east.

This stilt house, surrounded by mountains, is tranquil and peaceful, like a world in a painting.

Yang Ruqing's heart drifted far, far away again.

One year, if there is ever a day of peace in the world, she will definitely bring Tang Ya zi back here for a walk.

>Take a good moment to appreciate this beautiful scenery. It's a comfort for this time, isn't it?

At this time, in the Songfeng Village on the other side of several mountain peaks.

In a meticulously furnished room within the grandest stilt house.

“Brother, are you awake? How do you feel? Is there any discomfort anywhere in your body?”

By the bedside, a beautiful young girl in traditional Hmong attire anxiously questions the man who just woke up on the bed.

The man's eyes were wide open, staring intently at the wooden beams of the ceiling.

Hearing the girl's questioning voice, he slowly turned his head, his indifferent and profound eyes falling upon her.

That probing gaze instantly caused two crimson clouds to rise on the cheeks of the girl before him.

"Eldest brother? What's your name? Which village are you from?"

The girl gathered her courage, blushing as she asked again.

But the man before her just looked at her steadily, without saying a word.

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“Mom? He must not be deaf, right? Why doesn’t he answer me?” the young girl asked with some worry.

The middle-aged woman was also somewhat surprised.

"Logically speaking, it shouldn't be the case," the woman said.

“Could it be that he doesn’t understand our language?” the woman said again.

The girl was surprised, and her gaze returned to the man lying on the bed.

"Eldest Brother, can you hear me? At least give me some response!" she said.

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This time, the man in bed finally reacted.

His perfectly curved lips moved, emitting a series of sounds.

It seemed like they were asking something, but the mother and daughter by the bed were completely lost.

"This is not the language of our Southern Barbarians, it's most likely from the Great Qi people!" The woman speculated, her face growing more serious.

The girl was also astonished, but the joy immediately replaced it.

"Haha, may Buddha protect us. This brother isn't deaf or mute; he's a perfectly healthy man!"

She excitedly said.

"Mom, you have to figure something out! I want to hear what he wants to tell me!"

The girl pleaded with the woman.

But the woman was a little embarrassed.

"Ajin, this person is from Daqi. His background is unknown. If your father knew that we took in someone from Daqi while he was away, he would be furious."

“Mom!”

The girl, who was called Ajin, instantly pulled down her face.

>“Even the Buddha Maitreya said that saving one life is better than building seven pagodas. This person I saved, I really want to know his background.”

"Mom, you love me the most, please help me out and fulfill your daughter's little wish, okay?"

AJin hugged the woman's arm and acted cute on the spot.

The man in bed had already woken up. Seeing the mother and daughter still cuddling by his side, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, his eyes hollow and lost.

The woman was finally worn down by Ah Jin's persistence and had to concede.

"Alright, alright, I'll go to the village and find someone who understands Daqi language for you…"

"Mama is so good, I knew Mama could do anything, she must have thought of a way!" Ah Jin said immediately.

The woman smiled wryly and glanced at the man on the bed. Then she turned to Ah Jin and said, "Don't be so quick to flatter me. You promised your mother that once you figure out his background, you must hand him over to me to deal with!"

Ajin's eyeballs rolled around in their sockets, "Mother, what are you going to do with him then?"

The woman said, “This is my business. Don't ask about it.”

“Just tell me, can you do it or not? If not, I’m taking him away now!” The woman deliberately put on a stern face.

A-Jin quickly stuck out his tongue: "Mama, I can, I listen to Mama about everything."

“As long as Mother fulfills this small wish of mine and lets me satisfy my curiosity, Mother can dispose of this outsider however she pleases!”

The woman smiled with satisfaction and glanced again at the man lying in bed.

He seemed lost in his own world, showing no reaction to their conversation.

A hint of apprehension appeared in the woman's eyes as she addressed the guards at the doorway, "Protect Miss's safety."

“Yes!”

The woman immediately left the house.

Here, Ah-Jin sat back down by the bed again, trying to communicate with the man lying there.

But no matter how much she spoke, the man just glanced at her indifferently.

He seemed to know they couldn't understand each other, and felt they had gone to find someone who could communicate. So he chose silence for the time being.