Jiang Cheng had worked at Old Bone Ma’s house, and when he was tidying up a crescent-shaped toy, Old Bone Ma reacted strongly.

Old Bone Ma later explained that he had made it by hand.

Because his daughter’s nickname was Yue Ya, and she had a crescent-shaped birthmark behind her left ear.

Jiang Cheng gathered his thoughts.

Let’s see how it unfolds.

"I’ve got it, I’ll write mine first, you write yours later."

Ma Chunhua wrote the name of her guesthouse and handed the paper and notebook to Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng started writing, wanting to inquire.

Just in case?

Ma Chunhua didn’t want to continue bothering Jiang Cheng, and Jiang Cheng didn’t feel this was an ideal place to talk.

They separated and returned to their respective groups.

An hour and a half later, all the examinees emerged. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

The so-called night school drawing exam was essentially one large comprehensive test, without specific subjects.

The examination was not stringent.

All participants had to be recommended by the night school, and rewards for the top three differed each year.

This year’s competition seemed a bit fierce; evidently, the allure of a job in the provincial capital was strong.

The five students who took the exam came out somewhat excited.

"We wrote everything!"

"Many questions were familiar."

Principal Wang was slightly surprised, but on second thought, considering the questions Jiang Cheng had posed, it seemed less surprising.

"Good, good, results will be out in the afternoon. It doesn’t matter if you pass or not!"

Principal Wang didn’t make any definitive statements, and everyone’s mindset was quite relaxed.

The group returned directly to the guesthouse, waiting for the results in the afternoon.

Soon, around three in the afternoon, the night school went to check the results.

Principal Wang was somewhat excited; what if?

The group pushed forward to view the results sheet.

"Oh no!"

Principal Wang slapped his thigh, just a little short.

Their best result was fourth place.

The five students ranked fourth, ninth, eleventh, and seventeenth.

The top twenty were rewarded, so the trip was worthwhile.

Although Principal Wang felt a bit regretful, the results were much better compared to previous years from their night school.

In a blink of an eye, Principal Wang went bragging to others.

"Our best student wasn’t here!"

"Who was bragging? Our Jiang Cheng is working as a translator in foreign trade, earning foreign exchange! Go ahead and ask if you don’t believe it!"

"Big progress? It’s just that these kids love to study, I couldn’t stop them even if I tried!"

After Principal Wang made his rounds, he took the night school students with their prizes back.

The students were leaving directly the next day, but Principal Wang stayed back to ensure Jiang Cheng would be okay.

Taking the opportunity, Jiang Cheng sought out Ma Chunhua, and they found a secluded spot.

"Jiang Cheng, are you looking for me? Are you short of money?"

The only thing Ma Chunhua could think of was that, and she started looking for money to solve Jiang Cheng’s problem.

"No, no! Don’t rush, I have a few questions, just tell me truthfully."

"Oh? Sure, go ahead!"

Ma Chunhua sat down, and Jiang Cheng carefully began to speak: "Do you remember things before you were six years old?"

Ma Chunhua was stunned.

She hadn’t expected Jiang Cheng to ask this question.

"I remember some things."

"Which ones?"

Ma Chunhua looked at Jiang Cheng with a peculiar expression and asked: "Do you know my parents are adoptive and not biological?"

Jiang Cheng shook her head.

"I’m just guessing, can you tell me specifically?"

"Sure, but I don’t remember much anymore."

"I remember a woman who treated me very badly, always hitting me and not giving me food."

"She wanted to sell me, but I was very sick at the time, and the buyer refused."

"I was abandoned on the road; it was my current parents who picked me up."

When Ma Chunhua got to this point, she looked at Jiang Cheng with more apprehension.

"Do you know anything about my biological parents?"

Jiang Cheng shook her head again.

"I’m not sure; I know someone whose daughter is about your age, has a birthmark behind her left ear, and her daughter’s nickname is—"

"Yue Ya!"

Ma Chunhua quickly said the word Yue Ya, then she breathed heavily, her hands and feet icy cold.

Her memory was vague; she couldn’t remember much.

"The woman who intended to sell me always said I was sold by my parents, but I can’t remember clearly. I just desperately remembered my name; I’m Ma Chunhua."

"I remember there were two small mud houses; I remember a tall man who was very capable and could set bones."

Everything matches!

Jiang Cheng didn’t interrupt Ma Chunhua’s recollection.

"I’ve searched, but I couldn’t find them."

Ma Chunhua was already in tears.

"It’s me, isn’t it?"

Jiang Cheng nodded.

"Two small mud houses, a man who could set bones, Yue Ya, birthmark, age—all match."

Ma Chunhua fell into a deep whirlpool, unsure whether to ask the next question.

"Are they doing well?"

Jiang Cheng was silent for a few seconds.

"Not well. Your mother and father searched for you for a year, spending all their money. Your mother’s mental state was unsteady, and she fell seriously ill, passing away within half a year."

"After that, your father never remarried, holding on to the two small mud houses, waiting for you. He said he was afraid you would not find your way home, and all your belongings were in their original place."

Tears blurred Ma Chunhua’s eyes, rendering her sightless.

The heartache hit her fiercely.

She had hated, resented, and even thought that if they were doing well, she wouldn’t easily forgive them.

She imagined that if she really found them, she would cry upon returning home, making them feel sorry and guilty.

But now, you tell me they love her deeply.

Her mother died early, and her father stayed alone, all because of her.

"Ah---ah---"

Ma Chunhua cried out in grief.

Jiang Cheng’s eyes also grew moist, and she embraced Ma Chunhua, letting her vent.

"Ah---"

Ma Chunhua sobbed until her throat was hoarse, her body trembling.

"It’s okay, it’s okay! You still have your father, your father is still alive."

Ma Chunhua nodded in tears, eager to return immediately.

Jiang Cheng gently comforted her, telling her about Old Bone Ma.

"We all call him Old Bone Ma; his bone-setting skills are extraordinary."

"But he doesn’t charge a penny and never leaves the two small mud houses; he’s trapped himself on the day you were lost, unable to move on."

Ma Chunhua silently shed tears, heartbroken.

At this moment, she wished her biological parents didn’t love her so much.

Ma Chunhua gradually settled down and began telling Jiang Cheng her story.

"My adoptive parents were very good to me; they had no children of their own, so in a way, I was lucky."

"They supported my education, I met my current partner through a blind date, and we have two children, whom you’ve met."

Once Ma Chunhua was emotionally calm, Jiang Cheng asked, "Do you want to go back alone or should I go with you? I can give you the address and phone number."

Ma Chunhua looked into the distance and took a deep breath.

"First, I want to send the students back to C City, then explain everything to my family, and contact you again, okay?"

"Alright!"

After Jiang Cheng saw Ma Chunhua off, she walked alone on the street.

At that moment, her hatred for human traffickers deepened.

Another night passed, and the night school teacher took the five students ahead, while Principal Wang stayed with Jiang Cheng.

They could have Manager Guo help change guesthouses, preparing for the award ceremony tomorrow.

Unexpectedly, before the ceremony started, someone came looking for them.

Manager Guo looked at the person from the provincial Xinhua Bookstore and asked, "What’s the matter?"

"Yes! Does your store have an R-language translator?"

"Yes! We do!"

Manager Guo quickly called over Jiang Cheng.

"Wonderful! Please come with me; the machinery factory needs an R-language translator!"