Chapter Twenty: Relatives

  Due to the flush of magic, Song Jie's body eliminated a lot of impurities, and soon the black filth would cover her, but she was still unaware, sitting there like a sculpture.

  The first step of introducing the magical power source into the body is the most crucial part of the entire technique, and the length of time spent in meditation this time will determine how high she can reach in the future. Song Jie naturally knows this factor and doesn't dare to be distracted for a single moment.

  After an unknown period of time, Song Jie finally woke up from her meditation. She forced open her eyes that had been glued shut, and the light entered her line of sight, causing a momentary discomfort. She shook her head once before focusing.

  Look down and drink! What's wrong with this? Did I fall into a muddy pit or something? And I'm all dirty too.

  Children's bodies shouldn't have so many impurities, it's just that Song Jie has been in poor health since childhood and took too much medicine. Even if she drinks Lingquan water every day, only a small part of the impurities are excreted.

  Her illness is now completely gone, her body has been washed and refreshed, and she is now a healthy baby.

  The spiritual spring water also has the effect of decomposing dirt, and jumping in immediately makes it clean. However, Song Jie couldn't bear to use it for bathing. She dragged out a wooden tub from the storage room, scooped some spiritual spring water into it, and took a refreshing bath. Her clothes were also cleaned with just one soak.

  The air was warm and dry, and the clothes were already dry after just half a day. Song Jie quickly put them on. By the water's edge, she took a glance at herself and saw a lovely little loli with skin as tender as a peach, eyes shining like a clear spring, sparkling with a captivating glow.

  How can it be so cute? Song Jie's hands were clasped together in admiration, the more she looked at it, the more adorable it became, and she even forgot that it was her own.

  After enjoying the beauty for a while, she thought it was getting late and decided to hurry out, so she flashed out of the space.

  As soon as she stepped out of the space, she was dazzled by the sunset's afterglow. Has it been that long? It means she has been in a meditative state in the space for half a month now. Fortunately, she came out in time, otherwise, she would have been reported missing.

  Zhao Juan returned home in the evening and also felt that her daughter's skin seemed to be even more tender, so she thought it was because of the recent improvement in her diet. She felt a little guilty towards her daughter in her heart, thinking that she hadn't given her child a good life.

  Song Jie would definitely sigh if she knew, this is fundamentally two different things!

  Now that you have chosen your Kung Fu style and successfully guided the Qi into your body, you should be undaunted by difficulties and continue to work hard.

  Song Jie cultivates vegetables every day, sits in meditation to cultivate her skills, and is busy but happy. Now she can barely control the plants in space with her spiritual power, but she still can't use any magic spells...

  Song Jie knew that there was no free lunch in the world, and everything still had to rely on her own efforts, so she never gave up.

  Just when everyone was busy with their daily chores, Song Jie's grandma was already on her way to and from Xiao Zhang Village.

  Zhaoyuan had received a telegram from home very early and knew the approximate date of her mother's and brother's arrival. In these few days, she was restless, even Song Jie's jokes couldn't alleviate her tense mood.

  It has been eight years since she left home at the age of sixteen, and she hasn't seen her relatives for a long time. From an innocent girl to a divorced young woman, she has experienced too much, and her innocence is gone.

  She was also filled with guilt towards her own parents, and now that she was about to meet them, she didn't know what face to show her relatives. Would they be disappointed in her? Would they scold her? Or would they forgive her?

  The contradictory psychology made Zhao Juan feel anxious and distracted, doing everything with a wandering mind. Several times the dishes she cooked had a bitter taste, it turned out that she had mistaken alkali for salt and sprinkled it into the dish.

  Song Jie wasn't an ignorant kid, she naturally understood Zhao Juan's emotions, but could only silently support her in her heart. In fact, she was also very curious about what kind of people her grandma and uncle were. They say that relatives of different generations will be good to each other, would they treat her well? Or would they think she's a burden?

  Once a person gets warmth, they are afraid of losing it. Song Jie is no exception, even at her age. She is also very afraid that Zhao Juan will abandon her. These days, she has been following Zhao Juan around in circles, but Zhao Juan has not noticed anything unusual about her own daughter.

  What is destined to come will come, and time will not stop for anyone.

  One day at the end of March, Zhao Juan took Song Jie to the provincial capital train station early. Grandma and the others would have to take a day-long train ride to get here.

  Song Jie had never seen this kind of old-fashioned train before, with smoke billowing into the sky and a deafening noise. The train station was packed with people rushing to and fro, reunions and goodbyes happening every minute.

  Train No. 108 "Kuang Kuang" came from afar, stopped the car and slid onto the track, and soon came to a stop. One by one, people got off the train.

  Zhao Juan stretched her neck and stared tightly at the exit, afraid of missing a single person.

  Only a young man got off the bus. He stood still for a moment, then turned around and stretched out his hand to help an old lady with gray hair and wearing a gray jacket get off the bus.

  Zhao Juan was excited for a moment, and hastily waved her hand: "Mom, here, here!" After finishing speaking, she pulled Song Jie's hand tightly and squeezed forward.

  The old lady in the distance also saw her daughter, and she and her son carried big bags and small bags to squeeze into the crowd. Finally, the mother and daughter came close, and they looked at each other with all eyes.

  Zhao Juan grasped her mother's hand, almost choking with emotion, unable to speak. This was the old mother who had raised her for over a decade! The hair that had turned white in the few years since she last saw her mother made her heart even more sorrowful.

  Zhao's mother was also tearfully shining, extremely excited, and for a moment she didn't know what to say, only one sentence: "You've lost weight."

  Two people hugged each other and cried bitterly, as if they wanted to pour out all the hardships of their years of separation at once. Next to them, Zhao Xiaodi Zhao Tong was anxious on the side, unable to calm down. After persuading one person and then another, beads of sweat actually broke out on his forehead.

  Song Jie was speechless, she pulled Zhao Juan's clothes and said in a crisp tone: "Mom, mom, hug."

  Everyone wiped away tears, looked down and saw a little girl looking up at them with her head raised, and couldn't help but blush. Zhao's mother exclaimed: "This is Nini, isn't she? She looks really cute. Come! Call Grandma."

  Zhao Juan also chimed in: "Quickly, this is Grandma, call her Grandma, the one on the side is Uncle, quickly call him."

  Song Jie revealed a pair of small dimples, her soft voice was sweet and had a high sugar content: "Grandma is good, Uncle is good."

  It delighted Mrs. Zhao so much that her face was smiling like a chrysanthemum. Seeing such a genuine smile, Song Jie let out a sigh of relief, it seemed there was no crisis after all, and it wasn't in vain for him to put on such a show, he almost even batted his eyelashes.

  After everyone had expressed their feelings, Zhao Juan glanced around and saw that almost all the people at the station had left. She quickly said: "Mom, let's go home, everyone has left, I'll help you carry things. Little brother, let's go!" After finishing speaking, she took over the package in her mother's hand.

  Madam Zhao led Song Jie by the hand, with Zhao Juan and Zhao Tong following behind them, carrying large and small bags. The group hailed a tractor and rode it back to the village.