In April of the 19th year of the Republic of China, at the West Gate, the spring breeze caused the willow trees beside the canal to sprout. Gu Ruolan and Shen Yanqiu came to inspect as usual. As soon as they reached the canal, they were surrounded by a group of children.
"Uncle Shen! Look at the tripod I drew!" The little boy wearing crotchless pants held up a piece of drawing paper. The tripod on it was crooked, but he deliberately drew a big smiley face. Another little girl also came over, holding a newly embroidered handkerchief: "Sister Gu, I embroidered the canal, can I protect my family in the future?"
Gu Ruolan knelt down and touched the little girl's head: "Of course! The canals you embroidered can help everyone remember how to prevent floods, more than anything else." Just as he was talking, a child suddenly held up the painting and shouted: "Uncle Shen! Have you become a cauldron? Otherwise, why would you always protect the cauldron!"
This made everyone laugh. Shen Yanqiu was not annoyed. He knelt down and looked at the children at eye level: "Uncle is not a master of the tripod, but the guardian of the tripod. Just like you painting the tripod and embroidering the canals, we are all protecting Songling Town." The children nodded in understanding, but they gathered around him to listen to the story of the tripod.
Gu Ruolan looked at this heartwarming scene and suddenly remembered what Uncle Chen said before, "It's not adults' business to protect the tripod", and her heart was filled with tenderness. She walked to the ditch and watched the clear water flowing slowly along the aqueduct. She recalled the panic when she was first reborn. At that time, she only thought about revenge, but she did not expect that she would eventually join Shen Yanqiu and lead the whole town to protect such a good day.
"Ruolan, look at this." Uncle Chen hurried over, holding an anonymous letter from Feng Beiping in his hand. The envelope was still stained with bronze rust. Gu Ruolan opened it and saw that it read
