My girlfriend was reborn.

Chapter 155 Ah He, My Story Ends
Zhou Heming paused for a moment, then glanced at the gloomy sky outside the window.

The woods were very quiet, filled with a sense of impending doom, but the house was warm. Lu Bai turned on the heater and sat in front of it to warm himself.

"Shouldn't we bring in some firewood in case the power goes out when it snows?"

She glanced at the fireplace.

Zhou Heming knew that Lu Bai just wanted to light the fireplace and make a fire for fun.

"We should definitely test the stove to see if it works. Some fireplace chimneys are actually blocked, preventing carbon dioxide from escaping, which can actually cause problems."

As Cheng Shuangjiang was speaking, she suddenly fell silent.

"Let's try it while the weather's good."

Zhou Heming immediately stood up, breaking the silence.

He went outside to the yard and brought back enough firewood and charcoal to last until tomorrow. It took him a lot of effort to start a fire with a lighter and wood chips.

If this were a real apocalypse or wilderness survival scenario, Zhou Heming felt that he wouldn't even be able to finish the 100-hour survival challenge; he'd probably die on the first day because he couldn't even start a fire.

Once the firewood was lit and the charcoal turned red, Zhou Heming went outside and saw smoke rising from the chimney, confirming that the fireplace was working properly.

"If the fireplace breaks down and then the power goes out, we'll really be left with no one to turn to."

Zhou Heming walked into the house and saw that Lu Bai had already opened the snack packaging and was sitting on the sofa eating heartily.

"At worst, the three of us can stay here for a few days. I think we have enough food in the fridge."

She didn't care at all.

Aren't you going to eat lunch?

Zhou Heming asked, then glanced at Cheng Shuangjiang, who had already gone into the kitchen to prepare to start a fire and cook.

"Snacks are another stomach."

Lu Bai also gave Zhou Heming a potato chip.

Zhou Heming bent down slightly and ate the potato chips. They were crispy, perhaps because it was too dry here.

What are we doing at noon?

He went to the kitchen and saw Cheng Shuangjiang washing rice.

"I'm going to make a simple lamb pilaf."

She has learned to make pilaf during her time here, and her cooking skills are quite good.

That situation of having excellent grades but terrible cooking skills does not exist for Cheng Shuangjiang at least.

Intelligent people succeed at whatever they do.

"Oh, Lu Bai really likes pilaf with raisins."

Zhou Heming muttered to himself as he walked to the pool and reached out to take the rice-rinsing basin.

"I'll just come."

Their hands accidentally touched, and Zhou Heming instinctively pulled them back.

"Then I'll leave it to A-He~"

Cheng Shuangjiang withdrew her hand and took a step to the side.

"I'll go prepare the carrots."

The cabin has a water tank, so there's no need to worry about the water source. If all else fails, they can simply bring ice from outside to melt and boil when it snows.

"I'll come, I'll come."

Lu Bai put down the potato chips, got up and went to the kitchen, and picked up a carrot.

"You need to peel it first, let me do it."

Cheng Shuangjiang took the carrot from Lu Bai's hand and then found a peeler in the drawer.

"What can I do?"

Lu Bai seemed to feel that he shouldn't be idle.

"Then you can wash the rice."

Zhou Heming stepped back to make room for him.

"Hehe, I'm here."

Lu Bai came to Cheng Shuangjiang's side and began to carefully wash the rice.

Open the refrigerator, take out the fresh lamb that the production team has already prepared, and cut it into pieces with a knife.

The kitchen in this house is quite large; even with three people in the house, it doesn't feel crowded.

It's snowing.

Just as Zhou Heming was about to finish stewing the mutton, onions, and carrots and was about to put the rice in the pot to simmer, he noticed that outside the window, where the cold wind had been howling, it seemed that white snow was already falling.

"Really?"

Since cooking was beyond Lu Bai's reach, she sat in front of the fireplace playing with the charcoal with fire tongs. She guessed that she had been told by adults when she was a child that playing with fire would cause her to wet the bed at night, so she lacked this aspect of her childhood.

Of course, even if they don't play with fire, they sometimes get their sheets wet at home.

"Such heavy snow."

Lu Bai went to the window and looked at the world outside, which had suddenly turned white.

"With this kind of wind and snow, it's no wonder something bad happened."

Zhou Heming put the rice into the pot, covered it, and then came to Lu Bai's side, looking outside.

Whether it was strong convection or something else, this snowfall could only be described as violent. It had only been a dozen minutes since the first snowflake fell, but now it had turned into a gale that was howling through the cracks in the windows, making a chilling howling sound. The snowflakes were hitting the glass and the roof, which was a shocking sight.

Lu Bai took two steps back with some apprehension, but fortunately there was no thunder, or rather, because the wind and snow were too loud, she couldn't hear the faint rumble of thunder at all, so it didn't trigger her post-traumatic stress disorder.

"Without internet, I don't know how things are at school."

Cheng Shuangjiang seemed a little worried as she looked at her phone.

There is almost no regular network signal here; you can only make phone calls. Now, with the heavy snow, it's even less likely that you can make a phone call.

"With such heavy snow, they should be staying indoors over there. Let's try making an emergency call."

Zhou Heming turned around and made a phone call.

Sure enough, there was no signal.

The sponsor's mobile phone also lacked satellite communication capabilities, leaving them completely isolated.

In the previous timeline, the guests and production crew would have noticed the bad weather, called the school to inform them they were preparing to evacuate, and then encountered a blizzard that intensified on the way, which led to the incident.

But this time, they couldn't inform Fu Yuqing and the production team in advance; they had to wait for a similar situation to occur in the previous timeline.

Snapped--

With a sound outside, all the lights in the house went out, leaving only the flickering flames of the stove in the dim room.

"power cut."

Cheng Shuangjiang looked out at the vast expanse of white snow and clenched her fist.

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Turning her gaze away from the raging snowstorm, Fu Yuqing dialed Cheng Shuangjiang's number again.

Other members of the production team also tried to contact Zhou Heming and others, but received no response.

The wind and snow cut off all signals.

“Teacher Fu, if they stay in the forest ranger’s house, they shouldn’t have to worry about the wind and snow, because there is a diesel generator and charcoal there.”

Despite the freezing weather, assistant director He Youwu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Who would have thought that such heavy snow would suddenly fall? They were lucky to be filming at the school; if they had been filming on the grasslands outside, they probably wouldn't be able to move an inch now.

"We should be glad we didn't leave them a car. With such heavy snow and such a long distance, they couldn't possibly leave the cabin, though they might have been quite panicked."

He Youwu explained that he was actually not sure himself, but he thought that the three people were all students of Ningjiang University, so they should still have some basic intelligence.

"But they may not know how to use a generator, or even how to start a fire. With such heavy snow, the power will definitely be cut off. They are still just children."

Fu Yuqing was somewhat anxious. Looking at the wind and snow outside, she couldn't feel at ease.

"We have already reported it to the fire department, but the wind and snow are very heavy right now, and it is easy for vehicles to get stuck in the snow. We can only wait for the snow to subside before we can carry out a rescue."

He Youwu then reassured him.

Inside the classroom, the remaining three students were pale-faced.

This was the first time Xiang Yunlang had ever seen such heavy snow. He couldn't help but worry when he thought of Zhou Heming and the other two still outside.

Liu Xunzhu held her phone, using the flimsy Wi-Fi to search for how much wind and snow the ranger's cabin could withstand, her legs trembling.

Ji Yanshi's eyes were red and swollen. He closed his eyes and prayed that nothing would happen to the three of them.

"I'll go ask the village secretary if he has a car that can get there. If not, I can ride a horse."

Fu Yuqing made her decision and, ignoring everyone's objections, walked straight out of the classroom.

To her, those three people were not only guests on this variety show, but Cheng Shuangjiang was also Cheng Lingjun's niece and Cheng Lingjun's only relative in this world.

Therefore, she had to go and save them.

Of course, for Fu Yuqing, the sudden heavy snow did have a certain impact on her thinking ability. Under normal circumstances, she would definitely have thought of what Director He Youwu said and believed that the three of them could get through it safely. However, under the crisis, her instinct made her quickly walk down the stairs.

She was distraught.

So much so.

Unaware of the person standing at the top of the stairs, Fu Yuqing, who was walking briskly, bumped right into that person in the next second.

"I'm sorry, I..."

Fu Yuqing quickly apologized and prepared to go to the village secretary's house to borrow a car first. If she couldn't borrow one, she would go to the village's herdsmen to borrow a horse. She had just taken a step when her hand was grabbed.

"With Qing!"

A familiar voice called out to her, causing Fu Yuqing to turn around and look at the person she had just bumped into.

The instant you see the other person clearly.

Fu Yuqing's eyes welled up with tears, and a strong emotion surged within her. She was suddenly speechless and choked with emotion, staring blankly at the other person.

"Cheng Lingjun?"

At this moment, standing before her was her lover whom she hadn't seen for twenty-two years.

She didn't know when Cheng Lingjun arrived, or why he came.

But he did come, and now he's right in front of me.

"Something happened to Shuangjiang, I have to go find her!"

After only a moment's hesitation, Fu Yuqing immediately grabbed Cheng Lingjun's hand. "Wait a minute, listen to me."

Cheng Lingjun grasped her hand in return. He and Fu Yuqing were no longer the vibrant young men and women they once were. Time had left deep marks on their faces, but just the touch of their hands brought back a flood of memories.

The little notes secretly passed during large lectures, the deliberate encounter when the first snow fell in Ningjiang, the golden afternoon in the library, the flowers at Jiming Temple, the boats on Xuanwu Lake, and the sycamore-lined avenue in Zhongshan.

Neither he nor she has forgotten.

"It was Shuangjiang who called me here."

Cheng Lingjun grabbed Fu Yuqing with both hands.

"She told me two things. The first thing was that since you're here, I should ask for leave to come over."

Upon hearing Cheng Lingjun's words, Fu Yuqing was taken aback, recalling what Cheng Shuangjiang had said to her that night.

"The second thing is that she can handle today's unexpected situation, but she needs your cooperation."

Fu Yuqing looked at Cheng Lingjun with a puzzled expression.

"Did she know there would be heavy snow today?"

She found it unbelievable.

If Cheng Shuangjiang knew that there would be heavy snow today, why would she put herself, Zhou Heming, and Lu Bai in danger?
"Do you believe me?"

Cheng Lingjun looked at Fu Yuqing, who was deep in thought, and asked.

Fu Yuqing nodded slowly.

"Anyway, come with me first."

Twenty-two years later, Cheng Lingjun took Fu Yuqing's hand again.

*
"The power's gone, so these cameras can be turned off now."

After lunch, Zhou Heming glanced at the cameras that had run out of power and shut down.

The wind and snow outside continued unabated, showing no signs of stopping, and would likely continue until late at night.

The firelight from the fireplace illuminated the three faces, who remained silent.

Even though they knew that with the fireplace and the diesel generator, the three of them wouldn't freeze to death, people would still instinctively feel fear and unease in the face of natural disasters.

"Why don't you take a nap first? I'll wake you up later tonight."

Especially for Lu Bai, who had experienced a natural disaster, the power outage left the house with only the sound of wind and snow outside, making her even more uneasy. Zhou Heming gently hugged her and gestured for her to lie down for a while.

The small house only had one bed, barely enough for two adult men. Fortunately, Lu Bai and Cheng Shuangjiang were relatively small, so the three of them could probably squeeze in.

The bed is connected to the fireplace, forming a structure similar to a traditional heated brick bed in Northeast China, so it is still quite warm.

"Ah."

Lu Bai nodded, and Zhou Heming led her to the bedside, covered her with a blanket, and comforted her a little. She quickly closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Zhou Heming sat back down in front of the fireplace.

Cheng Shuangjiang stared at the fire in the stove, seemingly deep in thought, or perhaps lost in thought.

"If you're sleepy, you can go take a nap. I'll watch the fire here, don't worry."

Zhou Heming pointed to the bed.

Cheng Shuangjiang shook her head, then suddenly seemed to remember something and chuckled softly.

"what's so funny?"

Zhou Heming was puzzled. He got up, put the kettle on the stove, and prepared to boil some water to make some tea. There was a local specialty flower tea here, which was sweet and would be perfect to drink something warm at this time.

"It reminds me of the Decameron, where several men and women gathered in a house to escape the Black Death, and each person told a story every day—it's very similar to what we're doing now!"

Cheng Shuangjiang also got up and tacitly put tea leaves into their cups.

Do you want me to tell you a story?

Zhou Heming stood in front of the stove and glanced at Lu Bai, who had already fallen into a deep sleep.

“Then let’s exchange stories. I’ll tell one, and Ahe will tell one.”

Cheng Shuangjiang stood beside him, looking at the tea leaves in her cup.

"Let's talk over tea."

Zhou Heming said, "I also got some snacks."

“You didn’t used to have the habit of eating snacks while drinking tea.”

Upon seeing this, Cheng Shuangjiang smiled and said.

"He was brought up by Lu Bai."

Zhou Heming gave a casual explanation.

As a foodie, Lu Bai always has to eat snacks with her milk tea or other beverages, and she even eats while watching videos. It's hard to imagine how she can maintain her figure while eating so much.

People are always unconsciously influenced by the people around them.

Cheng Shuangjiang glanced at the kettle.

"The water is boiling."

Zhou Heming picked up the kettle, brewed two cups of hot tea, picked up the small cookies in the bowl, and returned to the fireplace with Cheng Shuangjiang.

at this time.

Outside the window, the wind and snow raged, and it seemed as if the sun had already set.

The warm fire inside the house created a sense of peace and comfort.

Paired with hot tea, sweets, and someone who understands you perfectly.

It seems nothing is more memorable than today.

"Let me tell you a story first."

Cheng Shuangjiang tested the temperature of the cup, waited a moment, then held it in her hands, blowing on it to warm it, and spoke as if reminiscing or looking forward.

"This is a story about searching."

"Look for?"

"I told you about how Uncle and Teacher Fu broke up back then, right?"

"Yes, they have been separated for twenty-two years and have never found each other."

"Actually, no, it's not that Uncle didn't find Teacher Fu."

Cheng Shuangjiang puffed out her cheeks and blew on the teacup, creating a sweet breeze that brushed past Zhou Heming's nose.

“At first, my uncle really had no news of Teacher Fu. This place is too big, it is too difficult to find someone, and he could not possibly get away from here, so theoretically, he really had no way to find Teacher Fu.”

"In theory."

Zhou Heming repeated a sentence.

"Yes, but my uncle has come up with a solution."

Cheng Shuangjiang took small sips, savoring the sweetness and bitterness of the tea.

"He thought that since Teacher Fu was teaching here, supporting the teaching cause here would be equivalent to supporting Teacher Fu's cause."

"You mean, Professor Cheng donated a lot of money here?"

"My uncle has been a teacher for so many years, and he should have had a lot of savings, but he donated most of it to out-of-school children here, and he has done so for 22 years."

Cheng Shuangjiang remained silent for a moment, then picked up her phone, which still had half the battery left, and opened a webpage.

Zhou Heming saw that it was a public welfare organization that funded impoverished children in various places.

“If you make a targeted donation here, the organization will regularly send photos of the children being sponsored to the main donors. This is to confirm that the funds are not being misused, and also to provide the donors with some emotional feedback, including photos of them studying and attending classes.”

Upon hearing Cheng Shuangjiang's explanation, Zhou Heming immediately understood Cheng Lingjun's actions.

"Did Teacher Cheng find Teacher Fu by donating to the children here?"

"Yes, when he donates enough and to a wide enough extent, one day Teacher Fu will be seen in the photos of those children."

Cheng Shuangjiang nodded.

“He actually knew that Teacher Fu was here a long time ago, but he didn’t take the initiative to contact him.”

"why?"

"Perhaps because of fear?"

Cheng Shuangjiang glanced at Lu Bai on the bed.

"I'm afraid that when I finally contact them, I'll find out they're already married with children. I'm even more afraid that when I do contact them, they'll be waiting for me."

Zhou Heming remained silent, picked up a small biscuit, and put it in his mouth.

"For my uncle, he used money to support the children here, and Teacher Fu actually taught them. That was equivalent to fulfilling their promise from back then."

They were never together.

But their children are scattered throughout this vast desert.

Some people go to big cities to pursue their dreams and the life they yearn for.

Some people stay in their hometowns, preserving the traditions passed down from generation to generation.

Others, like Fu Yuqing, choose to become torches, bringing a glimmer of light to others.

"For my uncle, this story of the search ends here."

Cheng Shuangjiang took another sip of tea, which warmed her body.

"But for me, that's not enough. I don't want them to just look at each other from afar. I hope they can be together in the end. I want the story to have a better ending."

"So, you brought Teacher Cheng here."

Zhou Heming knew Cheng Shuangjiang's plan. Over the years, Cheng Lingjun had not taken that step and had never even seen the sun. This crucial push required Cheng Shuangjiang to risk her own safety.

"Now that they've met, what happens next is their story."

Cheng Shuangjiang smiled and looked at Zhou Heming.

"Ah He, my story is over. Now it's your turn~"

Her voice was so pleasant that Zhou Heming was somewhat dazed.

He looked at the flickering fire in the stove and lowered his voice.

"What I'm going to tell is a story about acting."

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