Great Power Reclamation

Chapter 2814 Ye Mingxuan and Xia Ruotong

The fourth brother finally returned to the military reclamation city. It was not because he was cold and unfilial, but because he now had a special status and would attract attention wherever he went.

There is no way. A U.S. senator is a very prestigious person. Even if he visits relatives and friends in a private capacity, he will still be the focus of attention.

Therefore, his trip was very secretive, and if it weren't for the visa, no one would know about it. The third brother also came back with him.

Now, of the Ye family brothers, the third and fourth brothers are both residents of the United States. The fourth brother has done well and must settle down.

The third brother must have this identity for some special reasons.

There is nothing we can do about this. Although the Warrior Group is powerful, they are not so arrogant as to claim to be the best in the world.

The third brother is an engine expert, and there are still many top technologies that he has not mastered. Therefore, he must stand at the forefront to absorb knowledge.

In fact, Lao Si also has feelings for Junken City, although he has only been here for a few years. But after all, he was born here.

Moreover, he had already decided in his heart that he would be buried here a hundred years later.

The reason I came back this time was because of the call from my mother. I thought it was time to come back, at least to let the child see his mother and grandmother.

After arriving in the United States, the fourth child changed his son's name to *葉明轩→ Mason Ye. After all, once you settle down, you have to blend in, otherwise it would be embarrassing if people couldn't spell your name.

Ye Mingxuan is a bit shy. After arriving in the United States, he initially lived in Ye Yuze's house. Later, he decided to live with the fourth brother.

Although he said he lived there, he actually attended a boarding school and could only go home during the holidays.

This child doesn't seem to be close to anyone except the fourth child, including Ye Yuze's children in the United States.

In fact, he always considered himself an American, and he felt a little repulsed by these relatives.

The fourth child had noticed this problem and tried to correct it, but it didn't work. After a while, he just didn't bother to care about it anymore, because the child would never come back to China anyway.

The fourth child first took the child to the sanatorium to meet his parents and Liu Sannu and his wife.

Ye Mingxuan is still very close to Meihua, but very cold to others. He even resists Liu Sannu who holds him in her arms and sobs.

However, he did not break free from the murderous look in the fourth brother's eyes. However, when his grandfather approached and wanted to hug him, he still dodged.

Jingjing rushed over when she got the news, and pounced on her son when she saw him. Ye Mingxuan instinctively hid behind his father.

In his mind, he was closer to Jenny and Emily. After all, they were his father's assistants and his women.

And this so-called mother has become a stranger in his memory.

Jingjing felt a pain in her heart when she saw her son's reaction, but as the mayor, she had long learned to control her emotions.

She just smiled at her son and said, "What do you want to eat? Mom will take you there."

Ye Mingxuan huddled behind his father, staring at the mottled light and shadows on the ground with his eyes lowered.

The sunshine in May in Junken City penetrated the glass windows of the sanatorium and cut out cold geometric patterns on the tiles, which looked very much like the complicated calculus formulas in his textbooks.

He heard his mother's deliberately brisk voice, but a familiar bitterness rose on the tip of his tongue - the feeling of sweet sesame dumplings stuck in his throat every time he was forced to attend the Chinatown Spring Festival celebrations.

"No thanks." He answered subconsciously in English, and saw his father Ye Yuze frowning slightly out of the corner of his eye.

This foreign language spoken out of his mouth was like an ice cube, instantly freezing the air.

The smile on Jingjing's face froze, and her fingers unconsciously clenched the corner of her clothes. This action reminded Ye Mingxuan of the time when he was eight years old and his mother had also clutched the collar of his school uniform in the same way after he failed to recite "Quiet Night Thoughts" in Chinese in the school speech contest.

Liu Sannu hurriedly broke the silence and tremblingly held out a plate of sliced ​​Hami melons:
"Mingxuan, try it. This is a new variety cultivated on our farm. It's very sweet."

The old man's wrinkled hands were trembling, and the crystal juice on the fruit flesh slid down the edge of the porcelain plate, leaving dark marks on the tablecloth.

Ye Mingxuan mechanically took the melon slices. The cold touch reminded him of the snowstorm in Boston in winter.

At that time, he was curled up in the dormitory of the boarding school. The sound of snow particles hitting the glass outside the window was as suffocating as his grandmother's earnest gaze at this moment.

During dinner, Ye Mingxuan sat at the edge of the table, watching his family members having a lively conversation in Mandarin with a local accent.

He stared at the noodles in the bowl. The shiny surface of the noodles reflected the smiling faces of the people around him, but they were blurry as if through frosted glass.

Uncle San asked him about his classes at MIT High School in accented English. The clumsy pronunciation of this man who was always tinkering with mechanical parts in the laboratory reminded Ye Mingxuan of those Asian classmates in school who tried to please him.

“I took electives such as quantum physics and robotics programming.”

He answered briefly and stuffed a mouthful of cold-boiled pork with shrimp.

The spicy taste made his eyes sore. He suddenly remembered the scene when Jenny taught him how to eat Mexican peppers. The blonde woman always smiled and said:
“Pain can make people more awake.”

After dinner, Grandpa Xi Dehe wanted to take him to the farm to see the newly introduced irrigation system.

The old man walked in front with a cane, his back hunched but revealing a stubbornness that reminded Ye Mingxuan of the pioneers he had learned about in history class.

The mud on the ridge of the field stuck to the edge of his sneakers. He instinctively wanted to avoid it, but he heard his grandfather suddenly say:
"Back then, your grandfather and I used this kind of dirt to build the first adobe house."

The moonlight sprinkled on the vast cotton fields. For the first time, Ye Mingxuan noticed that the night in Junken City was so quiet.

There is no hustle and bustle of Boston streets, no neon lights of the convenience store downstairs that stay on 24 hours a day, only the chirping of insects and the faint sound of train whistles in the distance.

Grandpa put his rough palm on his shoulder: "Mingxuan, the deeper the roots are, the stronger the tree will grow."

These words were like a stone thrown into a deep pool, causing tiny ripples in his heart, but they were quickly blocked by the dam of reason.

In the following days, Ye Mingxuan watched his family's enthusiasm like an outsider.

His mother quietly took him to visit the city hall, pointing to the city planning map on the wall, her eyes shining with pride.

Liu Sannu's grandmother would make the fried dough cakes that he loved to eat as a child in different ways every day. Even his father, who always had a stern face, took time out to take him to visit the Military Reclamation Museum.

In his eyes, those yellowed old photos and rusty kantuman were nothing more than old symbols in history textbooks, but they brought tears to the eyes of his relatives.

The turning point happened one morning. Ye Mingxuan got up early to take a walk and ran into his uncle who was grafting fruit seedlings in the nursery shed on the farm.
The man wore goggles and focused on embedding the sprout into the rootstock. His movements were so gentle that it seemed like he was performing a delicate surgery.

"Come and give me a hand." Uncle San said without raising his head, handing him a pair of small scissors.

Ye Mingxuan took the tools and trimmed the excess branches and leaves according to his uncle's instructions. The sun shone through the plastic film onto his palms, and his fingertips, which were stained with dirt, felt slightly hot.

When the first successfully grafted fruit seedling swayed gently in the morning breeze, Uncle San suddenly said:
"When your father was inserting the first drip irrigation tape here, his hands were shaking like this too."

This sentence was like a key that opened the secret compartment deep in Ye Mingxuan's memory. He suddenly remembered that when he was a child, his father would bring back soil from the farm every time he returned home and solemnly put it in a glass jar in the study.

He thought it was ridiculous at that time, but now he suddenly understood the weight carried by those brown particles.

Ye Mingxuan is about the same age as Ye Fei and his friends, so they often play together after school and they are not strangers to each other.

And there is Han Ye, who is very outgoing. He has been in Junken City for almost a year, but he still hasn't let go of his sense of superiority, but he just has no one to show off to.

When he met Ye Mingxuan, he felt like he had finally met a confidant. His uncle was a senator, and was of the same level as his family, so he was very enthusiastic towards Ye Mingxuan.

Ye Mingxuan was not against this little fat boy, and they even had a lot of conversations with each other. The two of them actually became good friends.

Han Ye often took Bai Shasha and Ye Mingxuan out to play, and made a lot of friends, one of whom was actually Ye Mingxuan's childhood friend.

This girl's name is Xia Ruotong. She was Jingjing's neighbor when she worked at the refinery. She and Ye Mingxuan can be considered childhood sweethearts.

When Ye Mingxuan was a child, his mother was busy, so he often went to Xia Ruotong's house and ate there, so when they met, Xia Ruotong recognized him immediately.

Ye Mingxuan didn't dare to believe it for a long time until she said her name. At that time, this girl was very ugly and her nose could never be wiped clean.

How come after not seeing it for a few years, it has turned into a white swan? Although it has not fully grown yet, its slender body has begun to take shape.

Especially that delicate face, so tender that makes people want to take a bite when they see it.

Seeing Ye Mingxuan looking at her stupidly, Xia Ruotong grabbed Ye Mingxuan's ears:

"You're still as dishonest as when you were a kid. Where are you looking?"

Ye Mingxuan hurriedly explained, but shut up after thinking about it. It seemed that his eyes had become sharper just now, and he looked everywhere.

In the following days, Ye Mingxuan's life became much happier. At his age, he could not quite understand the complex emotions of adults.

So, apart from feeling a little restrained when going home, I had a lot of fun playing with Han Ye and the others.

He can ride a horse, but that's all on a stable, and he follows the rules.

But this is not necessary on the ranch. Ye Fei and his companions ride horses without saddles. They just grab the horses' manes and jump on.

The same goes for Xia Ruotong. When it comes to being wild, she is far inferior to that boy Han Ye. When it comes to riding a horse, she is not even as good as Ye Mingxuan. She shivers when she looks at the horse's butt.

I don't know why? Ye Mingxuan, a very gentleman, fell in love with this wild girl.

You know, in the United States, he never hangs out with those wild girls, or maybe their wildness is different from Xia Ruotong's?

They rode horses, picked cherries, dug garlic, went fishing, and had picnics together. They were so busy every day that they didn't want to go home.

Fortunately, it’s not summer vacation yet, otherwise Ye Mingxuan would be too lazy to go back home.

Xia Ruotong skipped classes to play with him, and Ye Mingxuan felt embarrassed. After all, he couldn't always delay her studies.

So he simply went to the school, since Ye Fei and the others were all there, so he might as well experience the student life there.

This was a lot of suffering, and the military training made Ye Mingxuan suffer a lot. The instructors don’t care whether you are a student here or not. Once you come here, you have to abide by the rules.

Ye Mingxuan wanted to run away, but was afraid of being laughed at by others, especially since Xia Ruotong was staring at him teasingly with her big eyes.

Just bear with it. A man cannot say no. Even during the training, when the weights were snatched away by that girl, he still did not back down in the end.

When his grandmother Liu Sannv saw how miserable he was when he returned home, she was so distressed that she went to the school to fight with the instructor.

Jingjing stopped him with a helpless look. The child finally had a sense of belonging to this family and couldn't let his mother disturb it again.

If Ye Mingxuan saw his grandma fighting for him at school, he would be shocked.

Recently she was discussing with the fourth son about letting her son stay, but the fourth son did not quite agree.

As time went by, the two of them no longer had any estrangement and even lived together. However, they still had different opinions about their son's future.

The fourth son's final compromise was to let his son make his own decision and he would not interfere.

The day of separation came quickly. When his family asked him to stay in Junken City to study, Ye Mingxuan refused without hesitation.

"I applied for Stanford's summer school." When he said this, he saw his mother turn around and secretly wipe away her tears, his grandmother buried her face in her apron, and his father just patted his shoulder silently.

"The child has his own path to follow." When the fourth child said this to his family, his eyes met his son's.

Ye Mingxuan saw understanding in his father's eyes, but also some hidden regret.

He suddenly realized that his father perhaps understood this feeling of being torn better than anyone else - on one side was the hometown with which he was connected by blood, and on the other side was the foreign land where he had struggled for half his life.

On the day of leaving, all the friends came to see him off. Xia Ruotong hugged him in an almost domineering manner, kissed him, and stuffed something into his hand.

The fat boy Han Ye couldn't help but wiped his tears. Ye Fei and the others didn't feel anything. It was just the United States, right? If they wanted to go, they would go.

Before boarding the plane, Ye Mingxuan looked back at the military reclamation city for the last time. The perpetual snow of the Tianshan Mountains in the distance shone in the sun, and the poplar trees on the farm rustled in the wind, which sounded very much like the sound of turning pages in the library of a boarding school.

He touched the thing Xia Ruotong had stuffed into his pocket, and the coolness of the metal came through the fabric. But he didn't know what it was? However, he decided to wait and see when he got home.

The moment the plane soared into the sky, Ye Mingxuan opened the window visor. Below the clouds, the military reclamation city gradually shrank into a small dot on the map.

But within those blurred outlines, something seemed to be taking root and sprouting, like a new variety of fruit tree cultivated on the farm, stubbornly growing unique fruits in two completely different soils.

Outside the airport, Xia Ruotong looked up at the sky, and something in her heart seemed to break, but this break was not destruction, but breaking out of the shell.

Liu Sannu burst into tears, hugged the plum blossoms and cried:
"Have I lost this grandson forever?"

Meihua comforted her, "How is that possible? The fourth brother is with Jingjing when he comes back this time..."

Here we go, hard-working little bees. Thank you, Shuchi chest, Agang chest, Taoke chest