The Eighth Note, Accompanying the Capital Chongqing, November 1940.

This child was rescued by Huishu from the crowd of refugees. When her mother passed away, she was still an infant. Her father, who was a military doctor, had already died in Nanjing. Yingluo, who grew up in an orphanage, is introverted and doesn't talk to anyone except for Huishu, whom she relies on heavily. Recently, when Huishu went to Kunming, she stayed in her room all day. Two days ago, she fell ill and had a fever but didn't say a word. If it weren't for Aunt Song, who was cooking, discovering it, she might have developed pneumonia.

Nianqing, you seem tired from walking, your feet are soft, and sweat is dampening your temples. You lift your eyes and see there are still more than ten steps of green stone stairs left.

Xue Jinming whispered, "I have to go."

Everything is fine in the orphanage, and last night's bombing did not affect it.

Jin Ming. She suddenly spoke and called out to him.

She came to the corridor, leaned on the railing, and looked at the most prominent mountain in the distance. "Do you see it there? Our orphanage is behind the second mountain hollow on the left, blocked by two peaks, surrounded by pine forests."

Lin Yanqi was taken aback, then laughed as if she had heard the funniest joke. "Grudge? How could there be a grudge? Even if there was, we have already settled our debts and there is no reason for me to hold a grudge."

With great effort, the old man removed the burden from his back, eagerly rushing up the stone steps, waving a bamboo stick and shouting, "I'm here!"

Lin Yanqi looked weary and dusty. Nian Qing took her arm and led her to the guest room upstairs, instructing Linlin to accompany her and change clothes. As there were few guests, only one guest room was prepared upstairs, which happened to be the room where Xue Jinming stayed last night. Nian Qing hesitated briefly in front of the room door, then turned and smiled at Yanqi, saying, "You can stay in Huishu's room. The guest room is shaded and a bit damp at night."

As Nianqing was about to draw the curtains, he paused at the words and then calmly pushed open the window, pulling up the curtain. "Yes, he arrived last night, stayed for a night and left in a hurry."

Nianqing stared at the black-clad woman under the tree without blinking, and after a long while, he called out, "Yan Qi."

By my side, the gentle rain is still sleeping, with a hint of childishness lingering on the slightly upturned corners of the lips, and a serene beauty emanating from the face.

As Nianqing turned around, he said, "And you, are you not going to return to Hong Kong this time?"

Lin Yanqi's laughter suddenly stopped, and there was a long silence. She slightly turned her face, and tears silently slid down her cheeks.

"Come back?" Lin Yanqi repeated these two words, and a strange and elusive smile appeared on her lips.

Have you seen that mountain?

If it's just a sibling confidant, if it's just care and pity, why is there this melancholy that cannot be expressed?

Start of Translation Niàn qīng cuò è, "Míngtiān?" End of Translation

Approaching noon, the car arrived at the doorstep of the house.

She is not a child anymore, and understands some of the vague things between men and women.

Linlin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that she didn't hear anything.

With a hint of a smile, Nian Qing watched the children playing, but instead of joining in the joyous scene, she turned and walked to the innermost door. Curled up on the wooden bed inside the room was a three or four-year-old girl, trembling under the quilt, motionless as she watched Nian Qing enter, her delicate face filled with blankness.

Xue Jinming smiled, "Next time I come back, you take me to see."

Waking up from a nap, I found that my father had already left. Feeling disappointed, I sat alone on a small chair, sulking and refusing to smile no matter how much my sister tried to cheer me up. It wasn't until my sister promised to take me out to play on the mountain that the clouds cleared and the sun came out.

Standing under the corridor, looking at this scenery, Xue Jinming took a deep breath of the morning air, filled with greed and reluctant to part with this moment of beautiful time.

Lin Yanqi hung the coat on the coat rack, took out a cigarette case from the pocket, walked over to lean against the window, and handed the cigarette case to Nian Qing.

In Ningqing's eyes, tears flickered. Without saying a word, he approached her and gently embraced her. Yan Qi's body was also thin, her back stiff, and her shoulders trembling slightly.

There was a faint sound of footsteps coming from behind the stairs. He turned around and saw Nianqing slowly walking down. She was wearing a white coat over her plain black cheongsam, with her hair loosely tied up, giving her a slightly lazy look.

Mother suddenly interrupted her, with a cold expression, "Linyin, why are you becoming more and more outspoken?"

She raised her hand and touched the pendant hanging on her chest. It was a ten-year-old birthday gift from her father, a small ornament made from a bullet casing. It was a memento of his first gunshot, kept for many years and now worn around her neck. "Dad, you must protect us from heaven, protect Uncle Xue and keep them safe," Linlin held the pendant, closed her eyes, and whispered, "If possible, I hope Mom can be happy, forget the past, forget the sadness, and bravely move forward." "Dad, you must protect us from heaven, protect Uncle Xue and keep them safe," Linlin held the pendant, closed her eyes, and whispered, "If possible, I hope Mom can be happy, forget the past, forget the sadness, and bravely move forward."

He looked at her steadily, his gaze shifting, but he remained silent.

Thinking of you, I shake my head and smile, "I have quit smoking long ago."

Nianqing silently gazed at her, "Yan Qi, please stop doing things that hurt others and yourself."

The timid one hid behind Nianqing and peeked out with half of their face showing.

Early this morning, she saw with her own eyes Uncle Xue looking back at her mother as he left, from behind the window.

The driver, who was old and experienced, walked steadily on his back, while Linlin supported Nianqing. They climbed up the mountain along the stone steps in the mountains, and then descended to the mountain trough from a small path. The white mist deposited in the valley scattered everywhere, the pine forests on the mountains undulated, the waves surged continuously, and amidst the misty clouds, one could only suspect that they were in a fairyland.

He nodded.

She turned her face, remained silent for a moment, and said, "Be careful over there."

Lin Yanqi fell silent for a moment, then took out a cigarette case from her pocket. As she pulled out a cigarette from the case, her fingers trembled slightly, and a cigarette fell to the ground.

Lin Yanqi's lips twitched with a hint of a smile, "Madam, long time no see."

I want to take him back to Hong Kong first, and then go to the United States with my brother's family. Lin Yanqi squinted her eyes slightly and looked at the distant mountain mist and clouds. "I know you won't agree, but I believe you can understand my feelings. Although he is my son, you have been taking care of him all these years, raising him to be so well-behaved and clever... I am really not a good mother, apologizing to Xing is also useless, he doesn't understand; thanking you is not necessary." She turned to face Nianqing, facing this person for the first time with such a direct and frank attitude. "I am really not a good mother, apologizing to Xing is also useless, he doesn't understand; thanking you is not necessary."

He has never mentioned the private matters between you to others," Nianqing slightly pursed her lips, "Your affairs... I learned about them from Minyan and Huishu. He didn't mention it, and I never asked him."

Linlin smiled and called out, "Aunt Yan," leading the way with one hand and pushing him forward, saying, "Guess who's here?"

Is it possible that Hengxing is not my son? Lin Yanqi's voice trembled, unable to hide her choked emotions. "Do you think I took Hengxing away to seek revenge on him? No, I am not heartless to that extent. I just... just..." She choked up and couldn't continue speaking for a moment.