Cannon Fodder in an Era Drama — I Survive with Acting-Chapter 134: I Will Never Forget

Yang Yingzi said she had gathered them all from the mountains. She’d even fallen on the way, and her knee still ached a little.

Song Qingya was pregnant and needed exactly these kinds of nourishing foods.

When she took the bags, she could feel their considerable weight and immediately understood how precious they were.

Nuts weren’t cheap on the market right now, and these were all-natural with no additives.

She knew Yang Yingzi’s family wasn’t well-off; to be able to give her all this was truly doing everything they could.

Her heart stirred, and she accepted all the bags.

She didn’t refuse or offer too many polite pleasantries. She simply nodded, took the bags, and carried them inside.

Luo Fuman wanted to help carry them, but she stopped him, saying he had just recovered and shouldn’t tire himself out.

She made several trips, neatly stacking all the bags in a corner of the kitchen.

’On second thought, I can grow these on the black soil in my space,’ she mused. ’Once they’re grown, selling them at the market could be a good source of income.’

She remembered trying to plant wheat before, and its growth had been much better than outside.

If she planted these nuts, she might be able to harvest them early and even mass-produce them.

The market was always short on this kind of natural food, the prices were stable, and the risk was low.

She silently filed the idea away, planning to give it a try in a couple of days.

"Thank you, Yingzi. It’s so thoughtful of you to think of me."

She said this while standing at the door, still holding the last bag.

Her voice was soft but full of sincerity.

She knew this gift wasn’t just for her; it was a response to that difficult time.

"What are you talking about, Qingya? We’re family. Don’t be such a stranger."

Yang Yingzi patted her hand. "You’re our family’s benefactor. If I’m not good to you, who should I be good to?"

Her eyes were a little red as she spoke, and her voice trembled slightly.

The pat was firm, as if she were trying to press her gratitude into Song Qingya’s skin.

She said that in all these years, it was rare to meet someone who genuinely wanted to help, and Song Qingya was the first.

She wasn’t one for flowery words, but she would remember this in her heart and never forget it for the rest of her life.

As she was talking, Yang Yingzi suddenly slapped her forehead as if she’d remembered something.

"Oh, right! I have something else to ask you. I heard from Xiao Fei that you want to study medicine with Mr. Wen Junyi?"

"Yes," Song Qingya sighed. "But he moved, and I can’t find him now. It’s such bad timing."

"Oh, you should have said so earlier!"

Yang Yingzi chuckled. "What a coincidence! Don’t you remember my cousin you met last time you were in Qi City, Wen Xinglu? Mr. Wen is her grand-uncle! The connection is right in front of you, what are you worried about?"

Song Qingya froze for a moment.

She had been peeling an orange, her head lowered. At these words, her fingers stopped moving, and she didn’t even notice the peel falling onto her lap.

She snapped her head up, her eyes wide, as her mind rapidly connected the dots.

The last time she went to Qi City, Wen Xinglu had been a gracious host. When chatting about her elders, she had indeed mentioned that her "grand-uncle is an old doctor of traditional Chinese medicine."

At the time, she’d dismissed it as casual conversation and hadn’t given it a second thought.

’To think that such a huge opportunity was hidden behind that simple sentence.’

Only now did it click.

’So this is where my good luck was meant to be used!’

"My dearest Yingzi, I’m counting on you then. I was just worrying about not having an introduction."

Song Qingya’s tone was sincere. She put her palms together in a pleading gesture, a smile on her face but a serious look in her eyes.

"Mr. Wen has been practicing for decades, and it’s hard for outsiders to even get a meeting with him. Without an acquaintance to take me, I’m afraid I wouldn’t even be able to get through the door."

"Hah, what’s this about counting on me!"

Yang Yingzi said cheerfully, "I’ll talk to my cousin later and ask her to find some free time to take you there personally! Just get a meeting gift ready; you don’t need to worry about anything else. The Wen Family may have a lot of rules, but they value sincerity above all. Since you genuinely want to learn, they won’t turn you away."

Luo Fuman’s health had recovered well, and both he and his wife were grateful people.

When he was sick and bedridden a while ago, it was all thanks to Song Qingya’s meticulous care. She brought him medicinal soups on time and even personally taught them how to brew the restorative formulas.

That level of detail and patience made them grateful from the bottom of their hearts.

Now, when they looked at Song Qingya, their gazes had changed; they doted on her as if she were their own younger sister.

They often praised her among the neighbors, saying she was a kind and capable young woman, and whoever married her in the future would be incredibly fortunate.

If it hadn’t been for her help, Luo Fuman’s cough wouldn’t have cleared up so quickly.

Whenever they stewed an old hen at home, the very first bowl of broth was always set aside for her.

If their little sister needed help, they would put their all into it, no questions asked.

That evening, Song Qingya invited them to stay for dinner. But worried they would be a bother, especially since she was pregnant, they refused again and again. They rushed back to the county seat just as dusk was settling.

Before leaving, Luo Fuman pulled a small packet of dried loquat leaves from his pocket. He said they were picked from the mountains back home, were good for the lungs, and that Song Qingya should boil them in water to drink.

Yang Yingzi, for her part, pressed a box of pastries into her hands, reminding her not to always be busy with others and to take good care of herself.

When Fei Jin returned, he was holding another bouquet of flowers.

He entered quietly with a faint smile on his face, a few stray leaves carried by the wind resting on his shoulder.

It wasn’t daisies this time, but white magnolias. Their petals were thick with slightly curled edges, and their stems stood straight.

The fragrance drifted in on the evening breeze, mixing with the warm light of the setting sun, making one feel pleasantly dizzy.

"Qingya, these are for you."

He held out the flowers. His movement was natural and his voice was calm, yet it held a hint of imperceptible anticipation.

Song Qingya was taken aback, not expecting him to be so thoughtful all of a sudden.

She had just put down her chopsticks and her hands were still wet. She quickly wiped them on her apron before accepting the bouquet.

The bouquet was neatly arranged, and every stem had been trimmed. You could tell they had been chosen with care.

She lowered her head and took a sniff. The scent was delicate and filled her senses.

Accepting the bouquet, her eyes curved into smiling crescents.

Her fingertips gently brushed over the petals, and she looked up at Fei Jin, unable to stop the corners of her mouth from turning up.

The light in the room shone on her face, casting a soft glow.

She walked around behind Fei Jin, did a little twirl, and tilted her head to study him.

The hem of her dress swayed gently with her movements, her steps light and quick.

She held the flowers with one hand, tucked the other behind her back, and leaned forward slightly.

"Why are you being so nice today?"

she asked. "Is there something you need from me?"

Fei Jin felt a little unnerved by her stare, and his voice unconsciously softened. "What? Why are you staring at me?"

"I was just thinking, has something been off with you lately?"

Her lips curved into a teasing smile. "Why the flowers every day? The day before yesterday it was roses, yesterday it was sunflowers, and today you’ve switched to magnolias. Did you do something you feel guilty about? Trying to buy my silence with flowers?"

She was only joking, speaking off the cuff. After saying it, she even looked down to fiddle with the bouquet, her fingertips gently touching the petals.

But Fei Jin’s eyes flickered, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. He didn’t answer right away.

He subconsciously raised a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, a subtle movement that betrayed a hint of unease.

His heart suddenly leaped, as if it had been struck by something heavy.

’Oh no, could she have... realized something?’

The moment the thought surfaced, he started to feel restless.

He’d always thought his actions were discreet, that giving her flowers was just a casual gesture that wouldn’t arouse her suspicion.