I send you my teenager

A small worm breaks out of the ground

　　 It was the most beautiful March of Ruan Yunting's life.

　　 It started snowing again in Harbin, and she was in a terrible mood, like white bread soaked in water, boring as hell. The business of the dumpling house gradually cooled down, three or two diners were whispering, and the stone-paved streets were full of pickers who came and went in fear. In the eyes of sixteen-year-old Ruan Yunting, the world looks so pale and lifeless.

　　 After cooking the dumplings for the guests, she leaned against the kitchen door as usual and looked at the old gray buildings on the old street, every window closed. Just as she was in a trance, a sudden rush of footsteps sounded in the distance and she was stunned. The teenager running from the distance brought the noise around her to a screeching halt, and she saw an enthusiastic face.

　　 It was a face she had never seen before, not unlike the numb faces of the diners in the dumpling house, that face seemed to have a beam of light that momentarily caught her off guard with a sense of panic. But this panic is only temporary, she quickly calmed down ready to close the back door, just as she closed the door, a figure flashed into her body deftly like a civet cat. It was the teenager who came running, his eyes fixed on her, the sound of heavy footsteps in the distance cutting through the silence. All she heard was his urgent voice: "Help me."

　　 Her brain buzzed, she knew roughly what was going on, every day the city was filled with hot teenagers running and hiding. Without overreacting, she pulled him behind the stove, where there were stacks of firewood to hide a man with ease. And she leaned against the door, as usual, watching the crowd fade away from her.

　　 The footsteps went away, and the thin-faced teenager emerged from the woodpile with a faint greenish-purple face, and she saw his smile, warm and soft, slowly blooming at the corners of his mouth. The teenager said, "Thank you, my name is Song Yuan Qiao."

　　 This was her first meeting with Song Yuan Qiao, both actors in a rushed drama, without too many interactions or lines, what she remembered was a very different, warm, and welcoming face.

　　 She gently pressed her hand against the still pounding chest, as if there was a small worm there, breaking out of the ground.

　　A moment of lightning and fire

　　 The business of the dumpling house became slower and slower, and many of the fellow villagers started to go south, but Ruan Yunting's father couldn't let go of his ancestral family business and the ancestral motto of "parents are here, not far away", so the family kept the dumpling house for the rest of their lives.

　　 It was dusk when Song Yuan Qiao knocked on her door again. She was having dinner at that time. She opened her mouth in a daze and opened her eyes wide to be sure she was not dreaming.

　　 He had come to look for a job. The school he was attending had been closed down and the city was under martial law. He was a foreigner and had nowhere to go, so he wanted to find a job to temporarily secure his livelihood. She looked at his face, his smiling face was extremely light and faint, and she read the overflowing enthusiasm in his eyes. She had been living muddled and numb for the past two years and had lost her love and loathing. His enthusiasm ignited her for no apparent reason, and she heard her heart beating rapidly in ecstasy.

　　 The business of the dumpling house was not enough to cover the expenses, but she begged her father to keep him. He began to work as a peon in the dumpling house, serving tea and washing dishes, living a humble life like every outsider who has to run for a living. The city began to sink into tyranny and gloom. Looking out from the dumpling house, the whole city looked like a child suffering from dementia, its face paralyzed. But the dumpling house gradually came to life because of his arrival, and there were always three or two young people who came in the name of his friends, all of whom had the same handsome eyebrows as he did.

　　 She didn't know anything, just as he didn't want to stoop to the dumpling house and use his thin, skinny body to get three meals a day. He and the group of young people, in the chaotic world, have too much enthusiasm and faith to pour into this hole in the ground.

　　 She never broke through, letting him use the dumpling house as a cover. But even if she deliberately kept her distance from him, it was not without moments of panic as he disappeared from time to time, returning with a tired and weary body.

　　 In the early hours of that morning, she had just finished rolling out the dumpling skins when she heard a whistle and a rap on the door from the street. She opened the door and looked at the street in the early morning, the cold street, the chilly wind wandering through her body and slapping her chest through.

　　 She stood amidst the silent and hollow sounds around her and looked at his face, which did not show panic or fear. A man with ideals like his is comfortable with frequent chases. The crowd was already stepping on the stone road outside the dumpling house, and at that very moment, Ruan Yunting suddenly had the courage she had never had before and grabbed his hand, saying calmly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

　　 She gently took his hand and ruffled her hair, her bodice was already open, like a pair of lovers who had just gotten up from bed and were tangled up. The two were restrained as if they had just been disturbed in a spring dream. The searchers did not suspect and embarrass the pair of lovers who were spoiling the charming atmosphere.

　　If I come back alive, I will marry you.

　　 She did not know that her actions had sizzled the heart of Song Yuan Qiao, who had been running around alone for too long in that particular era, and there was a place where he finally saw support and peace of mind.

　　 She looked at his lustful face, her body rolling, a ruddy red burning so suddenly, all the way from her neck to her ears.

　　 Their marriage was on the agenda.

　　 He hugged her and said, "Your father said that if I didn't marry you, he would send you to a remote mountainous area to be married off; he said it was the only way for him to preserve his reputation. Kyun Teng, thank you for doing that to preserve me, so I must preserve you too."

　　 Ruan Yunting felt a little sour for no reason, did he ever like her? Was it to repay the favor or did he marry her because he couldn't get out of it? But in her heart, she prayed that she would just embrace him like this and never stop.

　　 In the city of Harbin, just take a deep breath and you can smell the strong smell of smoke, occasionally a long or short burst of gunfire, the streets are gradually thinning out, and everyone's face is tired and numb.

　　 Song Yuanqiao pulled her outside the dumpling house and said, "Gyunting, wait for me to come back."

　　 Under the blue sky, his face looked serious.

　　 She twisted the corner of her coat and said softly, "Can you not leave? Stay for me, or take me with you?"

　　 The temperature in Harbin was still low, and she pulled her collar tighter; summer was coming, but it was so far away.

　　 "Gyun-thing, I have to leave here, forgive me for not being able to take you along, because in the days to come I will be displaced and living in the open, and that kind of life is unimaginable." Song Yuan Qiao's look was empty and distant, he didn't look at her eyes when he said these words and looked at the distant sky as if he was muttering.

　　 "Hyun-Jeong, if I can expel the invaders and return alive, I will marry you."

　　 A silver ring was placed around her finger.

　　Time passes and only love remains

　　 Years have passed. The invaders had been expelled long ago, but Song Yuan Qiao never returned. She spent a little half of her life guarding a ring. This ring avoided many people who came to her door to propose marriage but did not avoid that disaster for her.