Chapter 139: The Advice-Listening Xie Yuanyuan

He was actually very anxious when he brought it up; he knew these people didn't look upon him with much favor, but he was truly worried about Xie Yuanyuan.

That was why he had no choice but to make this excessive request.

"I will prepare the money for building the house," Xie Shuyang said.

The money for building a house is not a lot, but it is not a little either; Zhang Qian cannot be the one to spend money to build the house, only for Xie Shuyang to benefit in the end.

Of course, this was Xie Shuyang's own internal monologue, not anyone else's.

An Yinan raised an eyebrow, completely unconcerned, and did not say anything to refuse; if someone is willing to give, then let them give.

Just like that, the room that was originally Zhang Qian's now welcomed a new owner, Xie Shuyang.

After the few of them dispersed, Xie Yuanyuan finally sighed, "What does he actually mean? I've already let go, yet he's like this again."

An Yinan smiled cheerfully, as if coaxing a child, "I said it before, listen to your heart."

"Never mind what he wants to do; look at what your heart thinks, and we'll just go with that."

"If you can't let go, then keep loving; if you have let go, then let him do whatever he wants. It has nothing to do with us; the road is wide, we'll each go our own way."

Xie Yuanyuan thought for a moment, have I let go? It seems not.

How can feelings from childhood be let go just because one says so?

But she was also somewhat unwilling to give up.

Feelings are so troublesome.

"Alright, there will be a way when the car reaches the mountain; why worry now? You aren't the one who should be worrying," Zhao Qiuhua glanced at Xie Yuanyuan.

This is the best thing about Xie Yuanyuan: she listens to advice.

Once someone said that, she really did try to slowly let go.

She was the one crying her eyes out back then, and now she is also the one slowly letting go.

This kind of temperament is very good; she can get stuck in a rut, but when she decides something won't work, she won't pester or cling.

Instead, it was Xie Shuyang who began to feel distressed; feeling Xie Yuanyuan slowly drifting away, he was extremely anxious, yet helpless.

His complex inner world had never been as lost as it was at this moment.

The next day, the new translation materials had not yet arrived, so An Yinan planned to go to the City to take a look. Going to the Northeast Camp took two months, and upon returning to Quanshui Village, she started translating, which was another month or more of seclusion. She hadn't had time to go out for a walk in a long time; it had been a long time since she saw Aunt Yun Dan and Uncle Chen, and a long time since she saw the lovely Liu Meijie and Liu Yun.

Oh right, and those lovely three giants; at this moment, because of the new textile techniques, the County's Textile Factory had reached a new level, and the whole factory seemed to have come alive.

Riding her bicycle, she first went to the Xinhua Bookstore.

Chen Shao was rarely resting; usually, he was either organizing bookshelves, drying books, or cleaning, but today he was sitting quietly in a chair, reading carefully, not even hearing An Yinan enter the room.

"Is Uncle Chen busy?" An Yinan asked.

Chen Shao looked up upon hearing the voice and saw An Yinan, "You girl, you're finally back."

They had connections with the Yun Family and could inquire about some news; although they didn't know much, at least they knew this little girl was safe.

"Hehe, special reasons. Send fifty bundles of white paper to my Xiao Yuan today, please. If there are more, send a bit more; my consumption there is really too high." An Yinan rubbed her forehead; the thirty bundles of white paper from last time now had less than ten left.

Before, only she used them, but now there were three people copying books; although they only used a small portion, it was still consumption.

"It was approved a few days ago, one hundred bundles. I'll have someone send you eighty bundles, and I'll keep twenty." Chen Shao was also efficient; the paper consumption here was basically all due to An Yinan, which had caused his little bookstore's turnover to soar...

"That works. Just send the maximum amount of various inks as well. Calculate the price for me." An Yinan nodded hurriedly; thirty bundles more than expected was already quite good, at least enough for half a year's supply.

Chen Shao clicked the abacus beads and calculated the final price. An Yinan paid the bill as usual and took the slip with the specific amount.

"By the way, Nan Nan, I might be transferred to Beijing next year," Chen Shao said.

An Yinan was stunned for a moment. Next year?

"We came here because there is a doctor in this County who can temporarily alleviate Yun Dan's pain. Now that Yun Dan's body is better and her daily mental state is also better, we cannot avoid our responsibilities," Chen Shao smiled.

They were, after all, people of the Yun Family. To protect Yun Dan, the Yun Family had already made the best plans. Now that Yun Dan's body was better, they should also shoulder the responsibility of guarding the Yun Family.

A family is prosperous not because of one person's effort; when everyone gathers firewood, the flames rise high.

An Yinan nodded with a smile, "That's good too."

"Help me order some paper and ink in advance; I don't have many other needs," An Yinan scratched her head and smiled helplessly.

She didn't know who would be managing the bookstore here; she needed too many supplies, and these were still things to worry about.

"Paper and ink are easy to handle. I'll apply for more in the next batch and have them sent directly to your Xiao Yuan," Chen Shao said.

"But for your Aunt Yun Dan's job, do you have a suitable person?"

... An Yinan was speechless for a moment; it seemed she really didn't, right?

"Telling you so early is also so you can have some mental preparation. The job position is there; you need to find a suitable person in advance so your Aunt Yun Dan can still train them." Chen Shao found An Yinan's speechless little expression quite funny.

Sometimes she was as clever as a fox, and one couldn't tell she was only seventeen or eighteen.

Sometimes, she was very much like a child; her expressions didn't hide anything, allowing people to see into her heart at once.

A very contradictory person, yet it seemed that was just how she was.

"I'll think about it slowly," An Yinan rubbed her forehead.

Leaving Chen Shao's place, she first returned to her Xiao Yuan. Uncle Chen probably wouldn't send the paper for a while, so she first packed all the clothes into a large basket. She had made quite a lot of clothes while resting her brain recently.

She had made a full thirty-plus women's shirts and skirts, thirty-plus Russian-style dresses, and over three hundred small square scarves. There were even men's shirts and trousers, different from the current workwear, leaning more towards suits and pressed very neatly.

One basket was clearly not enough to hold them.

An Yinan thought for a moment and simply packed the clothes with newspapers, then tied them up with a rope. She carried one basket on her back and held one in each hand.

Only then were all the clothes packed.

She walked to the State-run Restaurant. It was past nine o'clock, just the time for a break. The people at the State-run Restaurant started work very early; the Cashier was currently sleeping, and after Liu Mei finished cleaning, she was also nodding off one moment at a time.

Hearing footsteps, the two of them looked up instantly and saw the burdened An Yinan.

"Sister." Liu Mei stood up quickly and helped An Yinan take the clothes on one side.

The two looked at each other and walked silently to the break room. The Cashier just took one look, nodded at An Yinan, and continued to sleep on the table, as if she hadn't seen anything at all.