Ma Kui naturally had to consider his own family. Though Wang Yan's words were irritating, that was simply the truth of it.
Even if Ma Yan did not marry Wang Yan, she would still have to marry and have children someday, and the elders at home would still need to help out. There would only be a difference of a couple of years either way.
To put it bluntly, one's own biological child always felt closer than one picked up elsewhere, without that knot in the heart. Even if they truly got along like a biological family, they would still occasionally think of such things. It was hard to ever fully let it go.
So after hearing Wang Yan's words, Ma Kui kept it in mind and did not bring the matter up with Wang Sufang.
Just as expected, the child's parents were never found, and he was smoothly kept at the welfare home. Wang Yan's group of three went to see him again, and the child was doing fairly well.
That was the end of it. Only Ma Kui would occasionally think of the child and ride his bicycle over for a visit.
In the blink of an eye, the year came to an end, and it was time for the New Year. Before the snow had fully melted, fresh snowflakes began to fall again. Everyone tacitly repeated the same saying: "A timely snow promises a good harvest."
At this time, the railway system did not carry the massive passenger volumes it would decades later, but the pressure was still tremendous. Annual passenger traffic had surpassed one hundred million trips, and the Spring Festival travel rush more or less began from this point onward.
Every work unit in China liked to call every major task a tough battle. It