Siheyuan: I have Lingquan Space and Bistro

Jia Dongxu stood quietly in the middle of the house, his eyes slowly turning to Qin Huairu. His eyes were full of attachment and concern, and he said in a steady and gentle voice: "Huairu, I'll trouble you at home later." The breeze blew gently, blowing the corners of Jia Dongxu's clothes, as if sighing for the upcoming separation.

Qin Huairu trembled slightly, her hands tightly covering her mouth, her eyes gradually turned red. Her heart felt like it was being pressed down by a huge rock, heavy and painful. Thinking that the man she loved was about to go to the countryside for reform, the unknown future filled her with worry and heartache. She tried to control her emotions and responded in a hoarse voice, "Okay, Dongxu."

Jia Dongxu looked at Qin Huairu with pity in his heart. He walked up to her, gently held her hand, and reminded her again: "If anything happens, go to Master and the others for help. You must take good care of yourself and your family when I'm away." Qin Huairu held Jia Dongxu's hand tightly in return, as if this would keep him. She nodded, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Dongxu, when you go to the countryside, you must pay attention to safety and don't tire yourself out." Qin Huairu's voice was full of concern, "Be lazy if you can." She was worried that her man would be overworked in the reform farm in the countryside. After all, the conditions there were difficult and the work was heavy. She didn't want Jia Dongxu to ignore his health for the sake of reform. She just hoped that he could come back safely.

Jia Dongxu looked at Qin Huairu's worried expression, and a warm feeling surged in his heart. He smiled and touched Qin Huairu's head, and said softly: "Don't worry, I'm not a fool, I can take care of myself." His smile was full of confidence and calmness, trying to reassure Qin Huairu.

Afterwards, Jia Dongxu prepared to pack his luggage. As soon as he turned around, Qin Huairu immediately stood up and said anxiously, "Dongxu, I'll pack for you." She didn't want Jia Dongxu to worry about these trivial matters before leaving, and she hoped to do more for him. Qin Huairu quickly walked into the room and began to carefully pack Jia Dongxu's clothes. Her movements were gentle and skillful, as if she was caressing the most precious treasure. Every piece of clothing was neatly folded by her, and every corner was carefully checked by her. She hoped that Jia Dongxu could also feel the warmth of home in the countryside.

Soon, Qin Huairu packed the clothes she needed to take with her. She came out with her luggage, her eyes full of reluctance. Jia Dongxu looked at Qin Huairu's busy figure, and his heart was filled with emotion. He knew that he had such a gentle, kind and considerate wife, which was his greatest happiness in this life.

At this time, Jia Zhang came out cursing. Her face was full of reluctance, and she was still mumbling some complaints. Jia Dongxu looked at his mother and asked, "Mom, have you packed your things?" Jia Zhang snorted unhappily, then nodded and said, "Yeah!" She was also full of dissatisfaction with this transformation, but she was helpless.

Jia Dongxu and Jia Zhangshi walked out of the door with their luggage. Qin Huairu walked out slowly with tears in her eyes. She stood at the door and looked at Jia Dongxu quietly, her eyes full of attachment, reluctance and worry. The sun shone on her, but it could not dispel the haze in her heart. How she wished that time could stop at this moment, so that she and Jia Dongxu would never be separated.

"Now that you have packed your things, come with us!" Director Wang stood not far away, watching Jia Zhangshi and Jia Dongxu come out, and prepared to take them back to the street office. His voice was flat and serious, without a trace of emotion.

"Okay, Director Wang!" Jia Zhang and Jia Dongxu had no choice but to leave even though they were reluctant. They knew that this was the fate they had to face. Jia Dongxu looked back at Qin Huairu again, his eyes full of affection and reluctance. Qin Huairu waved her hands vigorously, and finally couldn't help but burst into tears.

Everyone stood behind and watched them leave quietly. A heavy atmosphere filled the yard, and everyone's heart was filled with emotion. "I wonder which reform farm Jia Zhang and her son will be assigned to?" At this time, an old man asked curiously.