Granny Lu really wanted to scold Qin Xiangnuan, "all three are your kids, Nuannuan, you must treat them equally." Qin Xiangnuan truly felt wronged, hadn't she been fair? She had been very fair, and this youngster just knew how to act good; everyone in the family adored him the most. In comparison, Daxuan and Xiaoxuan were practically raised like wild children. She had started teaching them from a young age not to let them grow up crooked. If they turned out like Qin Xiangmei's kids, she would thrash him like a dog now. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⁂𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⁂𝕟𝕖𝕥 Xiaoxuan struggled to get down, not wanting mom to hold him anymore, and so did Daxuan. Each had a little pinwheel in their hands that dad had bought for them, and they really liked them. Qin Xiangnuan put down Xiaoxuan, and Jian Zhiqing also put down Daxuan. Daxuan looked at the pinwheel in his hands, then at his little brother crying like a rabbit, and in a true older brother style, he handed his pinwheel to Little San. Little San sniffled with his chubby hands forward, catching it, almost crying but didn't. Xiaoxuan bit his little finger, mimicking his brother, handed the pinwheel to Little San, then hugged Qin Xiangnuan's legs. He didn't quite understand yet, he just felt sorry for his crying brother. "Such a good boy," Qin Xiangnuan picked up Xiaoxuan and kissed his little face. Xiaoxuan was a shy child, the least talkative but the most considerate among the three. Xiaoxuan buried his little face in his mom's embrace, his little cheeks blushing, not wanting to come out. "Mommy, wuu..." Little San ran over and hugged Qin Xiangnuan's legs. "Mommy, was San San picked up from the trash?" "That's not right," Qin Xiangnuan lowered her head, as if Little San's crying wasn't sad enough, "Kid, you were a bargain I found, for just Little San burst into crying, tears falling wildly, and snot also smeared all over Qin Xiangnuan. Jian Zhiqing quickly picked up Little San, wiping his small cheeks, "Don't listen to your mom's nonsense, how could you possibly be worth twenty yuan?" Little San's tears stopped. Jian Zhiqing pinched Little San's cheek, "You're so much trouble, no one would pay 20 yuan for you, clearly got you at a bargain for 10 yuan." On the side, Granny Lu touched her forehead, she's seen spoiling kids but never to such an extent. There was no helping it, Qin Xiangnuan and Jian Zhiqing, this couple, now took the greatest joy each day in teasing these three little ones. The other two didn't react much, quiet as if not at all children, but Little San, you tease him and he cries; tease him again and he laughs. It was really quite amusing. About half a year later, Li Li and Dongsheng got married, and their new home was the one Qin Xiangnuan gifted. It wasn't far from the Siheyuan, and there was frequent coming and going from the compound for the most part. Actually, they still lived here primarily because Granny Lu and the three little ones were also here. Li Li liked it, she even thought, watching the three children more might someday help her have a beautiful child of her own. Qin Xiaoyang was also planning a trip home, with Qingming Festival approaching, there's always a need to sweep the ancestors' graves. In their hometown, it's customary to have peace in burial and not to disturb the deceased carelessly. The village still retained past customs of burial, and Du Ping was also buried there. They would go home every Qingming. Though it's quite far from their old home, Qin Xiangnuan still didn't want to disturb her mother's peace, leaving her to stay in their old home. Though not many good memories linger there, ultimately, it's where one's roots lie. They informed Granny Hua in advance when they were going back, asking them to tidy up the Shen Family's house in Shenjia Village. The reason that house was never sold, aside from plans for future demolition, was so that they could stay there annually. As for how many years it'll be until the demolition, that would be addressed when the time comes; there must be a place arranged for them to live here. Those returning included the couple Dongsheng, Jian Zhiqing, Qin Xiangnuan, and Qin Xiangyang's family. They didn't take the kids, mainly because the weather was too cold, and the children were still very young. When they grow a bit older, they too can visit their grandmother back in their hometown. Traveling by plane was fast; within a few hours, they arrived. The home was already cleaned by Granny Hua and her daughter-in-law. Granny Hua's days were getting better and better; Hua Jun, being treated by an old traditional doctor, seemed to have grown quite a bit smarter, possibly also because he was getting older and more sensible, sharp and alert compared to before. Hua Jun's son, a clever child, has already begun school. He is the beloved and only hope of the family. Although his father may be a bit foolish, the child is extremely bright. The house built over a decade ago still looked quite new. In the past few years, Qin Xiangnuan had someone refurbish the house a bit, even replacing things like the faucets. Although no one was living there, Granny Hua always helped clean it. The water in the pipes was also run occasionally to prevent it from getting stagnant. First off, Qin Xiangnuan visited the home of the Village Chief of Dadao Village. "You are paying to fix the roads in the village?" The Village Chief stood up, momentarily unsure how to react. The village roads should have been fixed long ago, but there was no money. The rural paths were filled with clumps of earth; it was usually fine, but when it rained, it was inconvenient for villagers to go to their fields and for children to go to school, easily turning into little mud monkeys. The road repairs had been discussed for several years, but there was still no sign of actual repair happening. In her previous life, Qinx Xiangmei and Song Wang were the ones who had the road built. Because of their contributions to the village road, the Qin Family had a prominent reputation in the village. But in this life, it seemed impossible that Qin Xiangmei would have as good a previous life, so the road matter was no longer pursued. She remembered, in her past life, this road had already been built. Last life it was Qin Xiangmei who fixed the road, this life, it was her turn. She didn't ask for much, only hoped the Village Chief could look after her mother's solitary grave for the sake of the road, and also, the villagers were very caring towards her and her brother when they were young. Without their help, their current situation might be different. When she and her brother decided to sever ties with Qin Guohua, it was the Village Chief who supported them and also provided them a house to shelter. She had always thought that once their lives improved, she would surely repay these kind villagers. "Uncle, count on us for the figures, my brother and I will cover the costs," Qin Xiangnuan felt almost like an observer from another world. Every time she returned to the village in the past, what kind of mindset she held seemed all but forgotten. It seemed, it was called being unrecognizable. Although, she never actually did anything bad.