"Aunt Zhang, it’s me." Hearing Elder Mrs. Zhang’s voice, Lian He shuffled forward, embodying the saying that one’s heart grows timid when one comes near home. A person not seen for nearly twenty years now stood before his eyes, and Lian He even felt too apprehensive to look directly into the old lady’s eyes.
At first, he promised he would come back to marry Hualian, but he broke his word.
"Who are you?" Elder Mrs. Zhang placed the dates on the firewood rack beside her and slowly walked forward to see who this tall man actually was.
Lian He’s lips trembled, and he didn’t even dare tell Elder Mrs. Zhang who he was.
Elder Mrs. Zhang stepped towards Lian He, her gaze steady. Age had not severely weakened her eyesight; she could recognize familiar people by their figure and voice alone, but it took her much longer to discern those she did not know as well.
"Aunt Zhang, I am Lian He." Lian He looked at Elder Mrs. Zhang’s wrinkled face and her eyes that showed her age. Once, Aunt Zhang had completely trusted him, always on his side even when Uncle Zhang did not think much of him.
But in the end, he still disappointed her.
"Lian He?" Elder Mrs. Zhang did not initially recognize him. She shook her head: "I don’t know you."
No sooner had she finished speaking than she remembered. Trembling, she pointed at Lian He and asked, "You are Lian He? Lian as in connected, He as in harmony?"
Elder Mrs. Zhang’s voice rose several notches.
Lian He hung his head and said, "Aunt Zhang, the wrongs of the past were my fault."
"Leave," Elder Mrs. Zhang declared, furious and unsure of what to do. She looked around, picked up a bamboo broom, and violently struck Lian He with it, scolding furiously, "Get out, just get out of here."
"Aunt Zhang." Lian He stepped backwards.
Elder Mrs. Zhang’s broom landed again and again on Lian He’s suit.
"Get out." Each strike pained Elder Mrs. Zhang’s heart even more. Had it not been for her misplaced trust in Lian He, entrusting her daughter to him, her daughter wouldn’t have suffered so much over these years.
Back then, weren’t there many better suitors for Hualian than Lian He, a sent-down youth?
"Aunt Zhang, I—I just wanted to see Hualian," Lian He implored as he retreated, thick-facedly pleading. He had traveled a great distance to Wangjiang County, to Shuanghe Town, just for the chance to see Zhang Hualian, wanting to know how she was now, and even more, if she was doing well.
"What does her well-being have to do with you?" Mrs. Zhang became agitated. After several years of struggle, her body couldn’t take it anymore, and with a snap, she shut the courtyard door, locking Lian He out.
Elder Mrs. Zhang did not want Lian He to see Zhang Hualian at all costs, otherwise, Xiao Yue’s origins would be impossible to conceal.
"Just go, and never come back. Our family does not welcome you." Elder Mrs. Zhang shouted at Lian He from beyond the door.
In Shuanghe Town.
It so happened that someone passing by saw Elder Mrs. Zhang quarreling with a man in a suit and feared something had happened to her.
Zhang Huafeng heard the news and immediately rushed home, encountering Lian He halfway.
"Lian He?" Zhang Huafeng recognized Lian He instantly. Despite many years passing, Lian He hadn’t changed much apart from aging a bit, so Zhang Huafeng recognized him immediately.
"Hua Feng? Hualian’s brother?" Lian He recognized Zhang Huafeng too; when he left, Zhang Huafeng had been just a boy. Lian He excitably said, "Hua Feng, how’s your sister? I came here to see her..."
Lian He had barely finished his sentence when Zhang Huafeng threw a fierce punch at him.
Lian He was caught off guard and struck by the blow.


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