Hard work after winning the lottery

Hua Yun stood in the center of the courtyard, her steps suddenly halting.

Her gaze slowly swept over the place where she had lived for more than twenty years.

The grape trellis in the corner was built by my father himself, and in the summer, the children loved to cool off under it.

The rose bushes by the courtyard wall, though past their blooming season, still have lush foliage.

And that swing made from an old tire, it seems to still echo with the laughter of the triplets.

Every blade of grass and every tree here carries her most difficult yet most heartwarming memories.

Now that I have to leave, even if it's to go for a better life, a bittersweet feeling still wells up in my heart.

The wind blew, and the leaves rustled, as if they were whispering a plea to stay.

A warm, large hand gently embraced her shoulder.

Hua Yun turned around and met Zhou Yanjin's deep eyes.

"Let's go."

His voice was deep and powerful, carrying a calming quality.

"This will always be your home, and we can come back anytime."

Hua Yun took a deep breath, forcing back the tears welling up in her eyes.

She nodded vigorously, taking one last deep look at the small courtyard that held countless joys and sorrows for her.

"Okay, let's go."

She turned around, took Sitao's hand, and her steps became firm.

The van started slowly, its tires making a soft rustling sound as they rolled over the gravel road.

Outside the car window, the scenery of Baixi Village receded into the distance.

Early-rising villagers were working in the fields, and a few barks of dogs could be heard in the distance.

The morning light shines on the neatly arranged tiled houses, giving this ancient village a golden edge.

Hua Yun leaned against the car window, watching the familiar little courtyard grow farther and farther away until it disappeared around the corner.

She carefully folded up the reluctance in her heart and treasured it deep in her memory.

The car drove out of the winding mountain road and onto the wide national highway.

The three children had gotten up too early and were now asleep again due to the bumpy ride in the car.

The carriage was quiet, with only the occasional whispers of the elders.

Two hours later, the van came to a smooth stop at the airport's departure level.

The magnificent terminal building, resembling a giant bird about to take flight, gleams in the sunlight.

The massive glass curtain wall reflected a blinding light.

After getting off the bus, Hua Mutou and his grandmother seemed a little lost.

In their entire lives, they rarely even went to the county's train station, let alone such a magnificent international airport.

The marble floor beneath my feet was so shiny it reflected my image.

The elderly couple walked very carefully, as if afraid of damaging the floor, which was even shinier than their own dining table.

Zhou Yanjin walked over naturally and took Grandma Hua's arm.

"Grandma, this way."

His demeanor was composed, without the slightest hint of impatience, as if he were supporting a family elder rather than a naive old woman from the countryside.

"Okay, okay."

Grandma Hua was somewhat flattered, and her back straightened up unconsciously.

Because we used the VIP lane, we didn't encounter any crowds.

Zhou Yanjin had already arranged everything.

Dedicated ground staff greeted us with smiles, took our luggage, and processed our check-in.

Hua An, like a curious child, followed behind, looking around, but soon followed Zhou Yanjin's example and became calm.

He helped check the documents and took care of his three excitedly awakened nephews.

Si Tao's eyes widened as she pointed at the enormous dome above her head and exclaimed in surprise.

"Wow! It's so tall! It's like a giant's house!"

Si'an then took Si'an's hand and said like a little adult, "Don't point randomly, be polite."

After passing through security, the group arrived at the VIP waiting area.

The floor-to-ceiling windows here are huge and bright, offering excellent views.

Outside the window, the tarmac was filled with all kinds of airplanes.

The silver-white fuselage gleamed with a metallic sheen in the sunlight, and the roar of the massive engine could be faintly felt even through the glass.

Hua Shu stood by the window, her hands behind her back, lost in thought.

"This iron bird is huge."

He exclaimed, his voice filled with awe.

Li Guifen also came over and pointed to a plane taxiing, saying, "Old man, look, isn't that about to take off?"

Zhou Yanjin walked behind his father-in-law and mother-in-law and patiently explained.

"That's a Boeing 747, we're going to ride in the one over there."

He pointed to a more streamlined and elegant private jet not far away, with the Zhou Group logo printed on its fuselage.

"That's our own plane."

"From our own?"

Hua Mutou's eyes widened, and his beard twitched twice.

"This thing can't possibly be our own, can it?"

In the old man's mind, airplanes belong to the country and are public property; no one buys their own airplane.

Hua Yun walked over with a smile and took her grandfather's arm.

"Grandpa, that's the Zhou Group's private jet, used by Yan Jin for business trips."

"They specially arranged to come and pick us up today."

The old man clicked his tongue, looking at his young grandson-in-law with a mixture of awe and pride in his eyes.

This is the blessing of my own granddaughter.

It's time to board.

There were no long queues or noisy crowds.

The group boarded the plane directly via a dedicated jet bridge.

The level of luxury inside the cabin has once again refreshed the Chinese people's understanding of luxury.

The leather seats are spacious and comfortable, and the carpet is so soft it feels like walking on clouds.

A faint fragrance filled the air, and the temperature was just right.

Several flight attendants in uniform smiled and bowed in greeting.

"Mr. Zhou, Madam, welcome aboard."

The word "Madam" made Hua Yun blush slightly, but a sweet feeling welled up in her heart.

Zhou Yanjin took her hand and led her to a seat by the window.

As the roar of the engines gradually increased, the plane began to taxi.

A strong feeling of being pushed back in your seat comes over you.

Hua Yun instinctively tightened her grip on Zhou Yanjin's hand.

Zhou Yanjin wrapped her hand in his palm and gently stroked the back of her hand with his thumb.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

The plane soared proudly into the sky.

At this moment, gravity seemed to have lost its effect.

Hua Yun turned her head and looked out the porthole.

Familiar mountains and rivers rapidly shrank in the field of vision.

The rolling mountains have turned into green folds, and the meandering Baixi River has become a thin silver ribbon.

That's where she grew up, that's where her roots are.

And now, she is flying away from this land, heading to a completely new world.

The clouds grew thicker and thicker, and soon the plane pierced through the sea of ​​clouds.

The sunlight instantly became dazzling, and golden rays filled the entire cabin.

Beneath my feet was a surging sea of ​​white clouds, like a dream.

"Wow! It really is above the clouds!"

Sitao pressed her face against the window, her little face against the glass, and she was so excited that she was waving her arms and legs.

"I want to grab a handful for my great-grandfather!"

Hua Mutou, sitting in the back row, couldn't stop smiling when he heard this.

"Okay, okay, great-grandfather is waiting to eat the clouds."

Zhou Yanjin carefully adjusted the angle of the seats so that the two elderly people could lie down more comfortably.

The flight attendants served us delicious meals and fruit.

Si Tao's attention was instantly diverted, and she began to drool over the exquisite little cake.

Si'an and Si'le quietly watched the clouds drift by outside the window, their little faces filled with anticipation for the future.

Although Hua Shu and Li Guifen were a little nervous, seeing how thoughtful their son-in-law was, they gradually felt relieved.

Hua Yun leaned back in her chair, watching Zhou Yanjin busy taking care of her family.

This man not only gave her love, but also gave her family a level of dignity and respect they had never experienced before.

She felt her palms were slightly sweaty, yet unusually warm.

The flight, which lasted several hours, was smooth and comfortable.

When the announcement of an impending landing came over the loudspeaker, the view outside the window was completely different.

Skyscrapers stand tall, and traffic flows like a river.

The enormous city unfolds slowly across the ground like an intricate painting.

City A, this bustling international metropolis, is welcoming their arrival with an air of pride.

The plane landed slowly on the runway, the tires rubbing against the ground and making a slight vibration.

Glide and come to a stop.

The hatch slowly opened.

The fresh air, mixed with the unique scent of the city, wafted towards us.

Hua Yun stood up and straightened her skirt.

She looked at Zhou Yanjin beside her, and their eyes met in mid-air.

Zhou Yanjin extended her hand, palm up, in an inviting gesture.

His eyes were full of affection and tenderness.

"Let's go, Mrs. Zhou."

That address, "Mrs. Zhou," seemed to be a key that unlocked a new chapter in her life.

Hua Yun smiled and placed her hand in his palm.

Their fingers are intertwined.

The group descended the gangway.

On the tarmac, three black limousines were already waiting in neat rows.

Several bodyguards and drivers dressed in black suits stood beside the car, and they all bowed to Zhou Yanjin upon seeing him.

"Young Master, Young Madam."

This display of force surprised the Hua family members who disembarked from the plane.

Zhou Yanjin nodded slightly and personally opened the car door for his parents-in-law.

Hua Yun stood beside the car, looking at the towering Zhou's Building in the distance, and a sense of certainty she had never felt before welled up in her heart.

From this day forward, this will be her battlefield, and also her home.

As long as he was by her side, she was fearless, no matter what lay ahead, whether it was prosperity or storms.