Great Power Reclamation

Chapter 3001 The Child Who Found His Direction

Han Ye thought he had left secretly, but in fact, his whereabouts were already known to the Han and Ye families the moment he boarded the green train.

With the combined resources of both families, finding the whereabouts of a teenager within the transportation system would not be difficult.

In Beijing, both the Han family's old residence and Ye Yuji's office were shrouded in anxiety and worry.

Han Xiaojing was about to fly to the plateau immediately, but Ye Yuji forcibly stopped her.

She knew her son was in turmoil, and that showing up rashly would only backfire. In the end, she dialed Ye Yuze's number.

Ye Yuze, who was far away in New York, remained silent for a moment after receiving the call. He neither blamed nor panicked, but simply said in a deep voice, "I understand. Leave it to me."

He set off immediately, without bringing a large entourage, only calling on his old friend Yang Geyong.

The two flew to the plateau as quickly as possible without alerting anyone. They simply found a reliable off-road vehicle, packed the necessary supplies and altitude sickness medication, and headed towards the approximate area where Han Ye was last seen.

Like the most experienced hunters and the most patient guardians, following scattered clues, they actually spotted that familiar yet unfamiliar, thin and tired figure—Han Ye—a few days later, outside that remote canyon.

He was with Gesang's family, helping to drive the cattle and sheep. Although his movements were clumsy, his expression was unusually focused.

Yang Geyong was about to drive over when Ye Yuze grabbed him.

"Don't go." Ye Yuze's gaze followed Han Ye closely through the car window. "Let him go by himself. We'll just watch him."

“But Lao Ye, this child has suffered so much…” Yang Geyong looked at Han Ye’s face, which was noticeably thinner and darker, and felt heartbroken.

"Only after suffering enough can one understand things clearly."

Ye Yuze's voice was calm, but his eyes were as deep as the night sky over the plateau. "What he needs now is not for us to pull him back into the greenhouse, but for him to find the path he should take. We'll follow him and make sure he's safe, that's enough."

So, in the days that followed, this unassuming SUV became a silent shadow, trailing far behind Han Ye.

They watched him writhe in pain from altitude sickness, watched him be taken in by Gesang's family, watched him go to that canyon primary school, watched him stand by the hydroelectric power station with tears streaming down his face...

Ye Yuze never showed himself. He simply watched quietly as this young man, whose blood flowed with his own, struggled through hardship, was moved by kindness, and found his direction through dedication.

His lips sometimes pressed tightly together, sometimes slightly upturned, revealing a complex emotion that no one could understand.

There was heartache, there was worry, but more than anything, there was a secret pride in seeing a fledgling eagle trying to flap its wings in the storm.

As Han Ye stood by the hydroelectric power station, listening to the workers praise "Boss Ye's" deeds in the simplest of words, Ye Yuze, far away in the car, clearly saw the intense emotional fluctuations on his son's face and the final, resolute look in his eyes.

At that moment, Ye Yuze knew that this child had grown up.

Sure enough, not long after, they saw Han Ye find the only volunteer teacher at that canyon primary school and solemnly make a request:
"Teacher, I want to stay and teach here. I don't need a salary, I just need food to eat and a place to live. I've studied math, physics, and chemistry, and my English is pretty good too, so I can teach the children."

“I want to…I want to do something for them.”

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a refined and unwavering firmness.

The volunteer teacher was both surprised and delighted. Looking at this young man with clear eyes and a sincere attitude, she agreed almost without hesitation. This primary school desperately needed a teacher.

Ye Yuze, watching this scene from his car in the distance through high-powered binoculars and hearing Han Ye's clear words (they were equipped with advanced listening devices), finally relaxed a completely relaxed smile filled with endless relief on his tense face.

He said to Yang Geyong, "Old Yang, we can go back now."

"Going back already? Not even going to see the child?" Yang Geyong asked in surprise.

"No need." Ye Yuze shook his head, his gaze still fixed on the figure who had clumsily started helping the teacher tidy up the school building.

“He has found his way. We old folks should leave him alone. Let him stay here and do what he wants.”

Just as Ye Yuze and Yang Geyong turned their car around, preparing to leave quietly, Han Ye, who was helping to move old tables and chairs, seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up towards the entrance of the canyon.

In the distance, he saw the blurry silhouette of an off-road vehicle driving away.

At that moment, a strange, blood-related intuition struck him. He could almost feel that there was a gaze in that car that had been watching him silently for a long time, full of understanding, acceptance, and...love.

He didn't chase after it, nor did he shout. He simply stood there, watching the car gradually become a small black dot and eventually disappear into the horizon.

His eyes welled up slightly, but his heart was clear and calm.

He realized that he had never truly been abandoned. The man he once resented yet admired had, in the most silent and respectful way, protected his growth and acknowledged his choices.

He turned around and looked at the children who had gathered around him, looking at him with curiosity and expectation. A genuinely relaxed and bright smile appeared on his face, the first one he had shown since arriving on the plateau.

"Classmates, from today onwards, I will be your new teacher. My name is Han Ye."

His voice, carried on the winds of the plateau, resounded firmly toward the future.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, on the plane flying back to the northern frontier, Ye Yuze closed his eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He knew that a child truly grows up through unexpected events or places, without needing deliberate guidance.

And the bloodline in this child is the best form of inheritance.

Han Ye stayed at Canyon Elementary School and became known as "Teacher Han" to the children. Although he was only sixteen years old, he was very knowledgeable, and he shared all his knowledge with them.

He teaches math, physics, chemistry, Chinese, English, and even occasionally talks about what the outside world is like. The children's eager eyes are his greatest motivation.

Among these children, a girl named Zhuoma stood out.

She wasn't a student, but Gesang's eldest daughter, already eighteen years old. Because her family needed labor, she dropped out of school early to help with herding and housework. But her thirst for knowledge never died out.

Whenever Han Ye taught a class, Zhuoma would always sit quietly at the back of the classroom, doing knitting, but her ears would be perked up and her eyes would be focused on the movement of the chalk Han Ye wrote on the blackboard.

Her eyes were large and bright, like the purest lake on the plateau, filled with curiosity and longing for the unknown world.

Han Ye noticed this special student. After class, he would take the initiative to chat with Zhuoma, teach her Chinese characters, and teach her arithmetic.

Zhuoma studied very diligently and was very smart; she grasped things quickly.

She also taught Han Ye to identify herbs on the grassland, told him which mushrooms were edible, and which weather patterns indicated an approaching snowstorm. With Zhuoma's help, Han Ye integrated into this land and its life more quickly.

A subtle emotion quietly began to grow in the hearts of the two young people.

It began with respect, stemmed from a shared pursuit of a better life, and slowly blossomed through daily interaction and mutual learning. The weather on the plateau is unpredictable. A sudden downpour caused Han Ye, who was escorting several children who lived far away home, to catch a cold, which triggered severe altitude sickness and pulmonary edema.

At night, he developed a high fever, coughed incessantly, and had shortness of breath, at one point falling into a semi-comatose state.

The school's only volunteer teacher was extremely anxious. There was a lack of medical care and medicine in the canyon, and the nearest clinic was dozens of kilometers away, making it impossible to go out at night.

When the news reached Gesang's family, Zhuoma ran to the school without saying a word, braving the still-falling cold rain.

Seeing Han Ye burning red with fever and gasping for breath in pain, her tears welled up instantly.

She did not panic, but instead demonstrated the resilience and composure inherent in Tibetan women.

She remembered the traditional method her mother had taught her: soak a towel in cold water and apply it to Han Ye's burning forehead over and over again.

She brewed a strong, fragrant herbal tea and carefully fed it to Han Ye's chapped lips, little by little.

That night, Zhuoma barely slept a wink. She stayed by Han Ye's bedside, listening to his heavy breathing, checking his temperature from time to time, and changing his towels.

She softly hummed ancient, auspicious songs in Tibetan. The melodious and gentle tune was like an invisible hand, soothing Han Ye's nerves as she suffered from illness.

In the latter half of the night, Han Ye's fever finally subsided somewhat, and she gradually regained consciousness.

He opened his eyes groggily and saw Zhuoma's bloodshot eyes filled with worry. He felt her cold hands gently wiping the sweat from his forehead.

“Zhuoma…” he said weakly.

"Don't talk, Teacher Han, have some water."

When Zhuoma saw him wake up, her eyes flashed with great joy. She quickly picked up the warm herbal tea and carefully fed it to him.

At that moment, looking at the simple, kind girl in front of him who had protected him without hesitation in times of danger, Han Ye was deeply touched in the softest part of his heart.

An unprecedented emotion, a mixture of gratitude, dependence, and deep love, overwhelmed him instantly like a burst dam.

He reached out and gently grasped Zhuoma's hand, which was icy cold from being wet with cold water.

Zhuoma's face flushed red, like the sunset. She tried to pull her hand away, but Han Ye held it even tighter.

"Zhuoma, thank you."

Han Ye's voice was still hoarse, but incredibly earnest, "Without you, I might..."

“No,” Zhuoma shook her head vigorously, her eyes resolute. “The snow-capped mountains and the sacred lake will protect kind people. You will get better.”

Under Zhuoma's meticulous care, Han Ye's health gradually recovered.

This serious illness seemed to wash away the last trace of confusion and vanity in his heart. He became even more determined to stay here, not only for teaching, but also for the beautiful and resilient girl beside him, who was like a Gesang flower.

One evening, the setting sun painted the snow-capped mountain peaks golden. Han Ye and Zhuoma sat side by side on the grassy slope behind the school, with Gesang flowers blooming in scattered patterns at their feet.

"Zhuoma," Han Ye said, looking into the distance, her tone calm and firm, "I'm not leaving. I want to stay here with you, to educate these children well, and to build this land into a better place."

Zhuoma turned her head and looked at his profile outlined by the highland sun, her eyes sparkling with a happy and shy light: "It's very tough here."

"With you here, I'm not suffering." Han Ye held her hand, looking at her intently. "Zhuoma, I love you. When I'm older and qualified, I'll marry you, okay? I want to have a home with you here."

There are no fancy words, no worldly considerations, only the most sincere and heartfelt sentiments of a young man.

Droma burst into tears; they weren't tears of sadness, but of immense happiness and emotion.

She nodded vigorously and gently rested her head on Han Ye's shoulder.

The Gesang flowers swayed gently in the wind, as if offering the purest blessing to this love that transcended ethnicity and culture, and blossomed amidst hardship and mutual assistance.

Ye Yuji, who was far away in the capital, and Meihua and Ye Ling'er, who were in the sanatorium, later learned of this news.

They naturally wouldn't agree to this; the child was too young and didn't really understand what love was. But at this point, they could only go along with him.

Ye Yuji made a phone call:

"Son, as long as you feel happy and have found the people and things you want to protect for the rest of your life, Mom will support you."

Mei Hua and Ye Ling'er were filled with emotion. They seemed to see their younger selves in Han Ye and Zhuoma. They too had traveled thousands of miles to the northern frontier for a man.

Han Ye felt he had found his final home on the snowy plateau. He was no longer the lost boy who had wandered off, but a man who had found responsibility, love, and the meaning of life.

He wanted to deeply root himself in this land, to become inextricably linked with the girl named Zhuoma, the innocent children, and the hydroelectric power station that symbolized dedication and light.

Old Han specifically called Ye Yuze about this matter; in fact, these two men are the ones who can decide Han and Ye's fate.

Old Han simply asked, "How long should he stay?"

Ye Yuze pondered for a moment: "It can't take too long. Although we don't care about his education and resume, he must have them."

Old Han nodded approvingly. "A year, is a year enough?"

Ye Yuze shook his head: "Don't take that long, just experience life for a bit."

A few days later, one morning, Gesang welcomed several guests. It turned out that his ranch had a rare plant, and this group of people wanted to buy the ranch.

Gesang would naturally not sell it. The pasture is the root of the herders. Who would be foolish enough to dig up their roots?
But when the contract arrived, Gesang was dumbfounded. It turned out that the other party was only leasing for 50 years, and the lease fee was a full ten million.

Furthermore, his family was invited to the capital to teach the cultivation techniques of this plant.

Gesang remained dazed until he arrived in the capital, still not realizing that this was just a very common plant on the plateau.
The primary school where Han Ye taught was also partnered with a school in Beijing, and the few children there were taken to Beijing to attend school.

Han Ye and the volunteer teacher had no choice but to stay with them; the children couldn't be separated from them.

Upon arriving in the capital, both Han Ye and Zhuoma had joined the army. The two were so subjected to rigorous training that they didn't even have the energy to talk to each other.

But both of them were happy because they found that this seemed to be exactly what they wanted to do.

Because her grandson came back and goes home every week, Grandma Han's condition began to improve...

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