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Chapter 71 Anlu's SOS
On the evening before my departure, the setting sun painted the sky with a warm gold, and the courtyard was peaceful.

An Min was folding the last piece of washed clothing and putting it into her backpack, while Liang Yi was in the yard making a final check on the ropes to tie his luggage for tomorrow to make sure they were sturdy.

An Min still felt a little amused when she thought about how reluctant her colleagues were to part with her when she left the Department of Education and Culture.

Zhang Chunlan and Liu Jianguo, who looked down on her the most, actually gave her a parting gift.

Just as Anmin was about to go out to check her things again, a slightly unfamiliar postman came to a stop at the gate of the courtyard on his jingling old bicycle.

"Comrade Anmin's letter!"

An Min was slightly taken aback, but Liang Yi, who was at the door, had already taken the thin envelope.

The envelope was crumpled, stained with a few specks of mud and some dark yellow sweat stains, and the postmark was blurry, barely legible as it came from a distant and unfamiliar place.

The sender's name was written crookedly as "Anlu".

Anlu.

"Anlu can actually write to me?"

Upon hearing An Min's words, Liang Yi said, "I suppressed An Zhijie and the others' attempts to come before. I guess she put a lot of thought into this letter."

That's true; An Lu really had to put in a lot of effort to send a letter to An Min.

"Don't bother reading it. You can tell there's nothing nice in the letter without even looking at it."

Liang Yi wanted to throw the letter away, but An Min shook her head and took it.

"I want to see."

She wanted to see how the person who had once been high and mighty and trampled her into the mud would beg for mercy.

Anmin took the letter back to the house and sat on the sofa. She took a deep breath and tore open the seal.

Inside was only a thin sheet of paper with rough edges.

The handwriting was messy and crooked, written with such force that it almost pierced the paper, conveying a desperate madness and a deep-seated resentment.

"Anmin! You vicious woman! You slut! You'll die a horrible death!"

The opening is a shocking curse, every word dripping with blood and penetrating the paper.

An Min sneered and skipped over that sentence.

"I know it was you! You're the one who plotted against me! You heartless devil! You sent me to this living hell! I hate you! I wish I could eat your flesh and drink your blood!"

It seems that Anmin is indeed not doing well there.

But how can these pains compare to the suffering she once endured?
You can't even stand one-tenth of it?

"This place...this place is hell! Every day I have to go to the fields before dawn and do endless heavy work! My palms are covered in blisters, they break and fester, fester and break again, it hurts so much! The food is worse than pig swill! Thin soup and moldy cornbread, I'm so hungry I'm seeing black spots!"

"At night, I'm crammed into a drafty, dilapidated shack, and fleas and bedbugs bite me so badly that my whole body itches! Those country bumpkins look at me like I'm trash! They deliberately mess with me and make things difficult for me! They give me the dirtiest and hardest jobs! I can't take it anymore! I'm really going crazy!"

Between the lines lies the pain of physical torture pushed to its limit, and the despair of a spirit on the verge of collapse.

"And...and those..."

The letter paper was crumpled up in large patches, and the ink had spread out, as if the writer had been trembling violently at the time.

“They keep bringing up my past! They say I have bad conduct! They criticize my thoughts! They forced me to kneel in the mud! They threw dirty water on me! They spat on me! Anmin! This is all your fault! It's all thanks to you!”

The accusation reached its climax, accompanied by a heart-wrenching cry.

These words did not upset An Min; on the contrary, they brought her a great deal of joy.

Her former enemy knelt at her feet, begging for mercy. This sense of vengeance made Anmin feel completely relaxed, both physically and mentally.

I even wanted to shout, "Anlu, you've finally met your match!"

However, An Lu's writing style suddenly changed, becoming one of humble begging.

"Sister...Sister...I was wrong! I really know I was wrong! Please! For the sake of us having the same father! Get me out of here! Please! Help me get out of here! I'll do anything! I'll kowtow to you! I'll be your slave! Please!" "People really die here! I'll die here! Please have mercy...save me..."

The last few words were blurred and covered by large, blurred tear stains and what might have been snot, and only the desperate plea could be barely discerned.

At the end of the letter, there was no date, only a crooked name, as if drawn with the last of its strength: Anlu.

Anmin crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it into the stove next to her.

She gazed quietly out the window, the gentle rays of the setting sun streaming in, lazily bathing her in its light.

An Lu's current situation is entirely her own doing.

It was because she coveted wealth and status that she believed what Anmin said.

When An Lu chose to hurt her and frame her time and time again, did she ever think of any sisterly affection?

Did you ever hesitate even slightly?

Those vicious schemes and ruthless attempts to kill her are still vivid in my mind.

She, Anmin, is not a Bodhisattva; she cannot save sentient beings, much less... those who reap what they sow.

Being soft-hearted? That would be a betrayal of the new life that Liang Yi and she were about to begin.

In the flickering firelight, Anmin slowly closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, the last ripple in her eyes had subsided, leaving only a calm as deep as a pool.

"Liang Yi?"

Seeing Liang Yi standing at the door, An Min felt a little flustered for some reason.

"what happened?"

"I'm just here, do you think I'm a little ruthless?"

Liang Yi walked over and looked at An Min: "Why do you say that?"

"When she harmed you, she left no room for maneuver."

Upon hearing this, An Min smiled and reached out to gently grasp Liang Yi's broad, warm, calloused hand.

Liang Yi wrapped his hand tightly around hers: "She reaped what she sowed, who else can she blame?"

We'll set off first thing tomorrow morning.

Liang Yi gently wiped away the stray hairs from her temples with his other hand, his fingertips warm.

A gentle smile appeared in his eyes, as if he could already see what his new life would look like.

Anmin nodded, got up and walked to the window.

The smoke from distant chimneys gradually dissipated in the twilight, and a few sparrows returning to their nests fluttered over the low wall.

She suddenly remembered the sarcastic remarks Zhang Chunlan and Liu Jianguo made when she first arrived at the Education Department. Now, the two of them were handing her a packet of brown sugar wrapped in newspaper, nagging her to drink more ginger soup because the mountain road was cold.

"Actually, everyone is quite reluctant to see us go."

"Liu Jianguo also secretly slipped me a note, saying that if I couldn't get used to it there, I could come back to the Education Department anytime."

Liang Yi walked up behind her and put his arms around her shoulders: "I'll come back again if I have the chance in the future."

"Minmin, thank you for being willing to stay with me."

The two exchanged a smile, and Anmin didn't say anything more.

A change of scenery is a new beginning, and those past events will no longer bother her.

"Oh, right, Director Yang asked me to get something for you, I almost forgot."

(End of this chapter)