Uncle Shazhu, a simple-minded man in a courtyard house, persuades people with reason.

He Ping'an didn't just dig a simple tunnel in his house. He had already taken advantage of the space to extend the tunnel outside the courtyard. It was a true escape route!

Stumbling along, they finally entered a spacious underground chamber. Food, bedding, water—everything was there…

Above the secret room was a long-abandoned courtyard house. Because of the rumors of it being haunted, even homeless people avoided it; it was absolutely secluded!

After the secret chamber was built, He Ping'an only took his sister-in-law through it once. Now... he's the only one in the world who knows about it!

After being injected with penicillin, He Ping'an could no longer hold on; his head lolled to the side, and he passed out. His body twitched intermittently, and he began to mumble incoherently, uttering words like "cell phone," "villa," and "luxury car."

He Ping'an, who had fainted, knew nothing of this... In his dream, he was sitting on the balcony of a country villa watching TV... His past and present lives flashed by...

The youthful exuberance of entering society; the resentment after various forms of suppression; the leader who manipulates fate kneeling and begging for mercy; the colleagues who were initially arrogant but later became obsequious...

Last but not least, there's the stubborn yet kind-hearted eldest sister-in-law, the lullaby I hear every night...

"I have a chubby baby at home, who is celebrating her third birthday. She's clever and talkative... I have a chubby baby at home, with smiling eyes and little braids hanging forward..."

A tear slid unconsciously down the corner of her eye!

The penicillin had taken effect, and He Ping'an under the covers began to sweat profusely, large beads of sweat rolling down his burning forehead. His body, which had been twitching intermittently, gradually calmed down, and his chapped lips began to swallow unconsciously.

After an unknown amount of time, the flush on He Ping'an's face caused by the high fever gradually faded. With a groan, his eyelids slowly opened.

"Water...water..."

After a long silence, He Ping'an gave a self-deprecating laugh, leaned to his side, and half-crawled on the edge of the bed, shakily picking up the bowl of water from the bedside table. The water was cold, and his body involuntarily shivered!

Since his rebirth, perhaps due to the influence of the space, He Ping'an has never been sick, not even a slight cold or fever. This is also the strongest argument for "My Ping'an is not a jinx"...

But this illness was unusually severe. Just when He Ping'an thought everything was fine, the high fever returned. He had no choice but to receive another injection of penicillin.

And so it went, wave after wave, as if trying to unleash all the illnesses he'd suffered from in the past twenty years at once. In the end, He Ping'an was numb; when his body could no longer hold on, he'd get an injection until the high fever completely subsided!

When He Ping'an emerged weakly from the tunnel, his face pale, the sun was still rising. Neither He Daqing nor his son were home, saving them the trouble of arguing.

Looking at the calendar, thankfully only two days have passed... I wonder if Bai Ling has left yet?

Despite smelling strongly of sweat, He Ping'an strode into the bathhouse. After a relaxing bath and changing into new clothes, he was back to his spirited self! Only now he looked a bit heavier!

At the entrance of the courtyard house, the deaf old woman, leaning on her cane, and Li Guifen, carrying Xiaoyushui, happened to run into He Ping'an, who was returning home.

"Pregnant women, especially those in their first trimester, need to be extra careful..."

After a few greetings, He Ping'an took the raindrops and gave a few instructions. As for why Li Guifen, the deaf old woman who was usually too lazy to even leave her room, was going out, he didn't ask; there was no need!

Just like Yi Zhonghai, who is unnecessary to get entangled with any longer!

The head of the Fifth District Office warmly welcomed the deaf old woman and Li Guifen into the office.

In the director's office, Yi Zhonghai, his face bruised and swollen, was kneeling on the floor with his hands tied behind his back, his emotions running high. His mouth was gagged with a rag, so he could only mumble incoherently. When the deaf old woman and Li Guifen entered, his resistance intensified.

The deaf old woman sat upright in the main seat, looking at Yi Zhonghai as if he were an ant casually crushed on the roadside. "Yi Zhonghai, you must understand, this old woman is old and doesn't like killing..."

Li Guifen, standing behind the deaf old woman, said indifferently and aloofly, "Yi Zhonghai, there's nothing more to talk about between us. Let's get a divorce! Don't make things harder for yourself!"

Yi Zhonghai was like a wild dog with its spine broken, no longer having the strength to struggle.

He knew that ever since he instigated others to rob the He family's grain, the deaf old woman and her daughter had already abandoned him.

The flirtatious exchanges between He Daqing and Li Guifen; the deaf old woman's rejection of him on New Year's Eve, yet her allowing the He family into her home—all of this was foreshadowed!

Before long, Li Guifen, supporting the deaf old woman and followed by several men in black, led the way out of the district office. Yi Zhonghai stared at the disappearing figures of the group, his eyes as cold as a venomous snake, sending chills down his spine.

At the He family home, He Ping'an was reading a letter. The letter was written by Bai Ling. Bai Ling had come to the house the day after the eve of the Lunar New Year but couldn't find him. She assumed he was avoiding her and had deliberately left this letter.

The letter explained why she hadn't told him beforehand, hoping to see him one last time before leaving. The rest was just about love and vows of eternal devotion, things best left unsaid to outsiders.

With elegant handwriting and dried tear stains, He Ping'an smiled lightly as he carefully put the letter away.

The following morning, at the Beijing Railway Station entrance, Bai Ling nervously looked around. Until a familiar figure stood before her, emerging from the crowd.

He Ping'an, carrying a large package in one hand, caught Bai Ling who lunged at him with the other. He chuckled softly.

"The letter was well written, I've memorized it! Also, the relationship between us isn't as fragile as you think. The reason I disappeared was simply because I was searching for things you might need up north."

The two found a secluded spot, and He Ping'an handed over the package he was carrying.

"It's cold up north, so here are a few mink coats for you to change into. Keep this one close to your body... Be prepared to spend money while traveling; buy whatever you need. Don't be stingy, your man has plenty of money!"

"Waaah..."

After comforting Bai Ling, who was constantly wiping away tears, and making many promises, the train was almost ready to depart.

Bai Ling glanced at He Ping'an, then pointed to Luo Chengjun not far behind them, pleading cautiously, "Ping'an, Uncle Luo didn't mean it, he just..."

He Ping'an sighed, ignoring Bai Ling's pleading gaze, and shook his head in refusal.

"To be frank... in this matter, Luo Chengjun's style is that of a warlord acting arbitrarily. In essence, he's no different from those Kuomintang officials who abuse their power!"

My initial motivation for joining the revolution...

I simply don't want anyone abusing their power to bully me. Luo Chengjun made this decision without informing me. This not only tramples on my dignity but also questions my loyalty to the revolution.

He thought I would abandon the revolution because of my personal feelings, and even risk my promise to the Northwest, so he took the initiative to act first and ask for my permission later!

The intention was good, but... right is right, and wrong is wrong! The two cannot be confused!

In the end, Bai Ling left with regrets and reflections!