Another Spring

When Wen Yian met the man named Shen Yanqin, winter was almost over. At that time, her name was not Wen Yian, but Chen Zhaonan. Shen Yanqin came to hold a funeral for grandma. According to people in the village, he was an embalmer who could restore the deceased to his or her undead state. Chen Zhaonan didn't believe it. People were dead. How could they put on makeup and look like they were alive? But when Shen Yanqin's hand appeared in front of her, she was instantly fascinated. The man's slender fingers held the makeup artist's hand, and he applied something unknown to grandma's face. In the end, it actually made him look a little angry, as if grandma had become twenty years younger in just a quarter of an hour. "Wow, grandma is so beautiful." Chen Zhaonan smiled. Shen Yanqin asked her: "Aren't you afraid?" Chen Zhaonan shook his head: "This is my grandma, what should I be afraid of?" Chen Zhaonan smiled stupidly, his eyes narrowed into slits, and his two small tiger teeth were exposed wantonly on his lips, leaving two pear dimples. But the smile didn't last for two seconds, and the sole of her adoptive father's shoe hit her back: "Xiaoxiaoxiao, are you laughing at the funeral? I'm worried to death. I don't even have enough money to pay off my debts!" The little girl screamed in pain, clutching her back and jumping on the ground. People around her thought she was noisy and pushed her out of the house. Only Shen Yanqin looked in her direction, but after just one glance, he turned back and continued busy with his work. He thought, this girl is probably not a fool. But later, no one wanted this silly girl, and her adoptive father once again picked up the soles of his shoes and slapped her on the back, and tried to drag her away by her long braids. "If you are really grateful for your milk's nurturing grace, just exchange money for your milk to be buried in the ground. It will not be in vain for her to raise you for more than ten years." She heard her brother spill the beans yesterday, saying that she was going to be sold away to a lame man in his forties. But now she is only eighteen. Chen Zhaonan didn't know what to do. She only knew that she had to run and leave this place. So she ran away for a long distance, rushing forward regardless of the people behind her. She didn't know where she was going, but she just knew she couldn't stop. She kept running, kept running... Until She saw Shen Yanqin again. She couldn't run anymore. "Brother, help me." Shen Yanqin couldn't remember what he was thinking at that time. He just looked at the little girl kneeling on the ground, her eyes watery and bright, and she could even see herself clearly in them. See clearly the lonely self ten years ago. He looked at the hand she stretched out towards him, crumpled and squeezed into a ball, covered with a layer of dust and bleeding from it. By a strange combination of circumstances, he made the most correct decision in his life. Wen Yian will never forget that day. The man squatted in front of her and wrapped her hand tightly, as if he had let out a breath, his tone full of relaxation. "Let's go home with me." Purpose: live a good life