A young man from another world returned to his hometown.

One of them, with curly hair, was the matchmaker who had been most enthusiastic in getting Jiaqing married; everyone in the village called her Aunt Hua.

Aunt Hua, with her sharp eyes, spotted the family of three walking towards the village entrance from afar and immediately went to greet them.

"Oh my! Guozhu and Guifang! Out so early? Where are you going?"

Her gaze swept over the car parked at the village entrance before settling on Jiaqing.

"Oh, Jiaqing's here too."

She sighed, feigning surprise.

"Guifang, is your leg hurting so much you can't walk again? I knew it! Why wouldn't you listen to the marriage I arranged for Jiaqing? At least the other person has a car; with a car, they could take you directly to the doctor."

She turned to look at Jia Qing, sizing her up and down.

"Jiaqing, you're almost thirty this year. If you keep being picky, no one will want you."

In rural areas, people often call someone three or four years older.

In the past, they might have felt awkward, but today is different.

Lin Guozhu straightened his back silently, took the backpack from Jiaqing's shoulder without saying a word, and slung it over his own shoulder.

The mother didn't respond to Aunt Hua's words, but simply turned around and patted her daughter's hand.

Jiaqing didn't say a word more to Aunt Hua.

She simply turned around, opened the car door, carefully helped her mother inside, and then turned back to help her father.

Aunt Hua stood blankly by the car.

"This...you're hiring a car? This trip must cost at least three or four hundred, right? Guifang, this money..."

The mother sat in the car and rolled down the window.

She didn't say much, just glanced at Aunt Hua.

There was no resentment in his eyes, only a composed demeanor with his back straight.

"Aunt Hua."

Her tone was calm.

"We were poor before, which caused you a lot of trouble."

"Introduce that guy who runs a farm to other people."

"You know that Mixue Ice Cream shop at the entrance of Tiancun, right? My Qing works there now, and she's even the store manager. She's busy with her career now, she doesn't have time to get married."

Jiaqing turned to the driver and said.

"Sir, thank you for your help. My phone number ends in xxxx."

Roll up the car window.

The car started, kicking up dust, and behind it, Aunt Hua stood still.

The lobby of the Municipal People's Hospital was brighter than Jiaqing had imagined.

The mother stopped as soon as she entered the hall. She was a little reserved, and her old cloth shoes, covered in mud, were quite different from the clean sneakers around her.

She didn't know what to do with her hands, so she held Jiaqing's hand tightly.

Lin Guozhu was also stiff, as if he were standing in the wrong place.

Jiaqing led them to sit down on the chairs in the waiting area.

"Dad, Mom, please sit here. I'm going to report for duty."

"Qing...how much does this cost?"

"Mom, it's not expensive."

"If it costs a few hundred yuan, let's not bother looking at it. Let's just go back and buy some medicine."

"mom."

Jiaqing squatted down in front of her mother and held her hand.

"The money I earn now can get you the best doctors."

Jiaqing waited in line for her number to be called. After a long time, it was finally her turn. She turned around and saw her father and mother sitting there, looking at her.

Her eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

She didn't let her tears fall; she just waved the order form in her hand at them.

"Mom, Dad, our number has been called."

The doctor in the consultation room was in his fifties.

He asked his mother to roll up his trouser legs.

When those knees were revealed, the examination room fell silent for a moment, except for the doctor's exclamation of "Ouch!"

The joints are severely deformed and swollen, and there are patches on the skin left by years of rheumatism.

"Ma'am, how many years have you been suffering from this leg pain?"

"It's been twenty or thirty years..."

"Why didn't you come sooner?"

The mother lowered her head and remained silent.

Jiaqing answered softly for her from the side.

"Before, my family had no money."

The doctor sighed.

"They can really stay up late."

She turned her head and looked at Jiaqing.

"Girl, your mother's condition means she can no longer work in the fields."

"We're here today to talk to her about this."

Jiaqing's voice was very steady.

"Doctor, please prescribe the best treatment plan for us. Money is not a problem."

The doctor glanced at her with some surprise, nodded, and began writing the prescription.

After seeing his parents at the city hospital, Lin Guozhu suddenly coughed.

"Sunny."

"Hmm, Dad?"

"That child, Ayan..."

"Um."

"He's a good kid."

Jiaqing smiled.

"Yes."

"You...work well with him."

Lin Guozhu paused, then added.

"If he ever needs my help, just let me know."

She simply nodded vigorously.

"Dad, I'll talk to Ayan."

"Once the fishing pond in the village is repaired, go and help out."

……

Lin Yan is preparing to go on a long trip. He has spent a lot of money recently, so he needs to go to the provincial capital to exchange some funds. Moreover, only he can do this task. After all, only someone as extraordinary as him can handle several tons of gold at once without attracting attention.

Before leaving home in the morning, he stood in the yard for a while longer.

Syl stood at the door, wearing a thin shawl. Whenever Lin Yan was about to go on a long trip alone, her eyebrows would unconsciously furrow.

Lin Yan patted the top of her head, then used his hand to help her smooth out the corners of her eyebrows.

"I'm only staying one night. I'll be back tomorrow. Be careful at home!"

"Um."

"Stay home and don't run around. There are more outsiders in the village now, so remember to hide your ears."

Syl nodded and carefully used magic to disguise her ears again.

"There's one more thing: don't use magic in front of ordinary people. If something happens, slip away and wait for me to come back."

Syl raised his head, his gaze resolute.

"I know, darling, I'll hold back."

Lin Yan smiled, turned around, and got into the car.

"I'll bring you delicious food and fun things when I come back!"

That day, Hill lived a very regular life.

In the morning, I water the World Tree and then sit in the yard reading a book.

Outside the courtyard, several children rode by on their bicycles, grinning at her.

We went to my uncle's house for lunch.

She sat in the courtyard, taking in the entire small village.

In the afternoon, the wind in the village was a bit strange.

It's already late March, but the sun was still scorching hot just a few days ago.

But suddenly the sky darkened, and the clouds pressed down.

Syl looked up.

The wind has changed.

For an elf, the changing winds are a language written in their blood.

The wind carried a dampness that didn't belong to this season.

She frowned and subconsciously looked in the direction of the lychee grove behind the village.

Just two days ago, Tree Grandpa and his team finished spraying the special medicine.

The entire forest is in a recovery period, and the branches bearing small green fruits are very sensitive to temperature changes.

Syl's fingertips felt slightly cool, and dark clouds were churning.

Before it was completely dark, she saw Grandpa Tree walking briskly through the village, shouting at the top of his lungs, and several old fruit farmers hurriedly gathered around him.

She didn't quite hear what they were saying.

But she saw Grandpa Tree look up at the sky, frown, and look a little flustered.

Syl felt a little uneasy, but remembering what Lin Yan had said, she calmed herself down.

It's okay, it should be fine.