Siheyuan, the opening gun is aimed at Yi Zhonghai

The tricycle turned into Nanluoguxiang.

The driver of the tricycle pressed the brake and slowed down slightly. At the same time, he confirmed with the passenger, "Girl, it's No. 95, right?"

The passenger was a girl wearing a well-tailored grey coat. Her white sweater collar was slightly visible at the neckline, and the high, bulging curve downwards proved that she had a pretty good figure.

When he turned into Nanluoguxiang from the tricycle, he saw a familiar yet unfamiliar scene that made him slightly dazed.

The tricycle's sudden deceleration caused her body to tilt.

This brought her out of her trance, and she hurriedly held onto the suitcase to steady herself.

But when the tricycle driver asked her to confirm the location, she replied softly, "It's No. 95..."

Her tone was somewhat drawn out, and it was not difficult to hear her emotional ups and downs.

The tricycle driver heard a special feeling in her voice, and suddenly understood, and then responded, "Okay."

He thought she was also a volunteer supporting the Great Northern Wilderness. He had a special feeling for these volunteers because his son was also a volunteer supporting the Great Northern Wilderness.

"Girl, you've been away from home for a long time, right?"

The tricycle driver pedaled his tricycle while chatting casually.

The girl in the truck was obviously stunned for a moment, and then a faint smile appeared on her face.

"Yes, it's been a long time, almost 12 years."

"Wow, 12 years! That was 1953, right?"

“It was 1952.”

"That's quite a long time. You were not very old when you left, were you?"

"No, no, my son was already 10 years old when I left."

"Wow, I really can't tell. I thought you were only in your early 20s."

"..."

Soon, the tricycle stopped at the gate of No. 95 Nanluoguxiang. The gate was wide open, and through the gate one could see a group of people sitting together in the yard.

The tricycle driver helped the girl carry out the suitcase and said politely, "Girl, do you want me to help you carry it in?"

The girl smiled faintly, "You are too polite, no need to trouble you, I can carry it myself, it's not heavy, just a few sets of clothes."

As she spoke, she pulled a wallet out of her coat pocket.

After opening my wallet, I asked the tricycle driver, "Master, how much is the fare?"

The tricycle driver said, "Please give me 5 cents."

The girl took out 5 cents from her wallet and handed it to the tricycle driver, then took the suitcase from the tricycle driver and said, "Here, please count it."

She gave out notes, some worth one cent and some worth two cents.

The tricycle driver took the money and counted it carefully, "Yes, just right."

The girl nodded and stepped into the yard of No. 95 Nanluoguxiang.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd watching TV in front of Yan Fugui's door noticed the situation at the door, patted the person sitting next to him, and asked him to look at the door, "Who is that person? Why is he in our yard?"

The person sitting next to him was an old resident of No. 95 Nanluoguxiang, and he happened to know the girl who came in at the door.

He just exclaimed, "Isn't this Zhou Yunhai's wife?"

His voice was a little loud, disturbing the other people watching TV, so almost everyone sitting around looked towards the door.

Among them is Yan Fugui.

Yan Fugui was surprised and said, "Yu Wanrong."

This had to shock him, because in 1952, everyone said that Yu Wanrong died in an accident, but now she appeared alive before his eyes.

Yu Wanrong knew Yan Fugui, and when Yan Fugui exclaimed, her attention shifted to Yan Fugui.

She smiled slightly, "Long time no see, Brother Yan."

The residents who knew Yu Wanrong stood up and stepped forward, surrounding her.

Someone asked: "Yu Wanrong, you are not..."

Yu Wanrong nodded and responded, "It's a mission."

After she said this, the people who originally wanted to ask her where she was going no longer dared to ask. She had been away from home for 12 years while carrying out a mission, so it must be a confidential mission, and they didn't dare to ask any further.

Yan Fugui said, "You're not leaving now that you're back, are you?"

Yu Wanrong said "hmm", then said: "I'll go home first, we have plenty of time to reminisce, we can talk later."

Yan Fugui said quickly, "Yes, yes, yes, let's go home first. It just so happens that your son is at home today. I'll show you the way."

As he spoke, he walked in front to clear the way for Yu Wanrong.

Yu Wanrong smiled gently at the residents who were watching, and followed Yan Fugui towards the east wing.

The residents all stared at Yu Wanrong until she stepped into the East Corner Courtyard, and then they looked away, and at the same time they burst into discussions.

"She is Yu Wanrong, Zhou Yunhai's wife, and Zhou Zheng's mother? She is too young."

"Tsk tsk tsk, now that Zhou Zheng's mom is back, there are people to keep an eye on Zhou Zheng. Let's see if that kid Zhou Zheng dares to do anything stupid again, haha."

"Tell me, where has Yu Wanrong been these years?"

"Haha, we can't ask where he went. It would cost us our lives. Go away, stop talking nonsense. I still want to live a few more years."

"Oh, Xiao Yu is still so beautiful."

"..."

Yu Wanrong did not hear the discussions. As soon as she arrived at the East Corner Courtyard, Yan Fugui couldn't wait to knock on the door of the courtyard.

Zhou Zheng happened to be in the yard, and when he heard someone knocking on the door he went to open it immediately.

So, in Yu Wanrong's eyes, as soon as Yan Fugui knocked on the door, the door opened, and then a handsome young man poked his head out from the door.

At the same time, Zhou Zheng also noticed Yu Wanrong.

The past scenes flashed through Zhou Zheng's mind. He thought he would be calm when he saw Yu Wanrong again, but his tear glands still secreted uncontrollably. His eyes instantly turned red. He asked tentatively, "Mom——?"

The word "Mom" made Yu Wanrong's eyes moisten.

She pursed her lips and said in a trembling voice: "Son~"

Without any unnaturalness, she dropped her suitcase, rushed to Zhou Zheng, and hugged him.

"Son, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"mom--,"

"Son~"

Yan Fugui gave an awkward laugh and quietly left.

Zhou Zheng and Yu Wanrong hugged for a long time before Zhou Zheng let her go. Then he picked up Yu Wanrong's suitcase with one hand and held her hand with the other hand and walked into the yard, "Mom, let's go into the house first."

Yu Wanrong looked at Zhou Zheng lovingly and let him pull her to the yard. "Okay!"

The East Courtyard had changed a lot since Yu Wanrong left. When she entered the unfamiliar courtyard, she looked a little dazed, but she was still familiar with the house, which was the one he and Zhou Yunhai had built together.

Even so, the closer Yu Wanrong got to the familiar house, the more uneasy she became.

In a daze, Zhou Zheng dragged her to the house. She only came to her senses when Zhou Zheng opened the door and led her into the house.

But before she could say anything, a woman's voice was heard.

"Han Qing, who is she?"

At this time, He Yushui came to the living room wearing a bath towel, his eyes fell on Yu Wanrong, and he was not sure, "Aunt Yu?"