On the second day, Fan Hua and Zhao Yilu set off after breakfast. Fortunately, the two bullets only injured one of Zhao Yilu's legs, but he could still move the other leg and could take care of himself.

Fan Hua drove southeast in the general direction she remembered, asking around and searching for Yuanshan Village in An County.

About an hour and a half later, the car slowly drove into the territory of An County. The car was driving on a bumpy dirt road, and from time to time we encountered several ox carts, donkey carts, handcarts and tractors coming to the county town.

Everyone in the car looked at this domineering military jeep. After all, in that era, cars were really scarce, especially in this poor and backward countryside.

Fan Hua felt a little nervous. The closer she got to Yuanshan Village, the more nervous she became.

As they got closer to Yuanshan Village, Fan Hua's childhood memories became clearer.

She knew the big locust tree at the entrance of the village, which had not changed much, so she pointed to a fork in the road ahead and said, "I remember turning right from here, and we'll be almost there after walking a little further."

Zhao Yilu nodded, "How about we park the car here? The roads in the village are narrow and difficult to drive. Besides, wouldn't it be a bit too conspicuous to drive into the village?"

Fan Hua thought about it and felt that what Zhao Yilu said made sense. Since it wasn’t far anyway, she parked the car next to the big locust tree at the entrance of the village.

It was New Year's Day, and the people in the village were relatively free. They liked to sit at the entrance of the village and chat when they had nothing to do. So when Fan Hua and his friends got off the car, the eyes of the people sitting at the entrance of the village immediately fell on the two of them.

Someone who likes gossip immediately stepped forward and asked, "Girls, where are you from and what are you doing in our village?"

Fan Hua immediately thought of what her father had told her. Fan Hua's great-grandfather Fan Dashuan had a brother named Fan Ershuan, who joined the army when he was young and participated in the war to resist the Japanese and aid the Chinese. Later, no one knew whether he was dead or alive, and there was no news from him. He was most likely killed on the battlefield.

So Fan Hua started making up stories: "I'm here to look for my relatives. I'm Fan Ershuan's daughter. My father's eldest brother is Fan Dashuan. We're here to look for the Fan family."

Fan Hua muttered silently in her heart: Second Master, I would like to borrow your name to acknowledge my relationship with you. Please don’t mind whether you are still alive or not!

When everyone heard that it was a relative of Fan Dashuan, they immediately became enthusiastic. Among them, a man in his forties or fifties came out and looked at Fan Hua.

After a while, she smiled and said, "They look alike, really alike! Look at the eyebrows and eyes of Fan Mingqi, the kid from the Fan family. They look the same as this girl. It's true that the nephew follows his aunt. They look alike!"

The villagers who were watching the fun around also nodded in response.

Fan Hua was silent, silently complaining in her heart, this is not a nephew taking after his aunt, but a daughter taking after her father! She looked 80% like the original owner, so now she must look like her biological father Fan Mingqi in her previous life!

The uncle asked again, "My girl, where is your father Fan Ershuan? Why didn't he come?"

Fan Hua pretended to be very sad and sighed, "Alas... He passed away two years ago. Before he died, he told me that he had relatives in Yuanshan Village, so I came here to look for them."

The uncle's eyes immediately turned red. "Did Ershuan die so early? He and I went up the mountain together to rob bird nests when we were kids. I didn't expect to never see him again!"

Fan Hua's tone was filled with grief and helplessness: "There's nothing I can do. I got injured too many times on the battlefield and developed a chronic illness. Alas..."

The uncle wiped his tears and said, "Girl, come on, I'll take you to Dashuan's house. They will definitely be very happy to see you!"

Fan Hua nodded quickly and pushed Zhao Yilu to follow the uncle.

After walking along the narrow village road for a while, the uncle stopped in front of a yard and shouted, "Fan Dashuan, there are guests at your house!"

There was a sound of footsteps in the house, and a thin figure appeared at the door, about six or seven years old. Fan Hua instantly recognized that this was her father Fan Mingqi, because she had seen a photo of her father as a child in an old photo album at home, and he looked like this!

Fan Mingqi was wearing a piece of coarse cloth that had turned a little pale from washing. His eyes were clear and bright as he looked at Fan Hua and Zhao Yilu with a puzzled look on his face.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my house?"

Fan Hua looked at the little father in front of her, feeling mixed emotions, and her eyes unconsciously became red.

Zhao Yilu gently patted her hand that was holding the wheelchair, silently comforting her.

Fan Hua took a deep breath, squatted down, and said with a smile: "Little friend, we are your distant relatives. Can you take us to your home and sit down? Look, I also brought you White Rabbit candy."

As she spoke, Fan Hua grabbed a handful of candy and put it in Fan Mingqi's hand.

Xiao Mingqi saw that his hands were full, and he said shyly, "It's too much, I can't take it, thank you sister."

Fan Hua...

Should she accept the call of "sister" or not? !

Before Fan Hua could respond, the uncle leading the way spoke up immediately, "Mingqi, you should call her aunt instead of sister. She is your father's cousin!"

Fan Hua...

Well, now she is my father’s aunt, so she is two generations older!

After hearing what the old man said, and considering that Fan Hua had just given him candy, Fan Mingqi immediately called out, "Hello, auntie, come in with me, I'll go call my parents and grandpa."

Fan Hua felt a little embarrassed. She gave a few candies to the uncle who helped lead the way, and then pushed Zhao Yilu into the yard.

The hometown in her memory should be the current courtyard after it was renovated and rebuilt. It is similar in size and layout, but much better than the current mud-brick house.

As soon as the two entered the yard, Xiao Mingqi went into the house and called out his father Fan Zhiyong and mother Zhang Yumei.

When Fan Hua saw the two of them, she instinctively opened her mouth to shout, "Master..."

But he was immediately interrupted by a light cough from Zhao Yilu.

So Fan Hua turned around and said, "The leaves have fallen, the weather has turned cold, brother, I finally found you!"

Everyone was confused...

At this time, the uncle who originally wanted to stay and watch the fun had already left because of a few pieces of White Rabbit milk candy. He couldn't wait to go home early to give some to his grandson.

So the task of introduction was given to Fan Mingqi.

Seven-year-old Xiao Mingqi said, "Dad, Mom, it was Grandpa Gensheng who brought them here. He said this beautiful sister is my aunt and your cousin."

Fan Zhiyong was stunned for a long time, and then he seemed to suddenly realize something and asked immediately, "Could it be that you are the daughter of my second uncle Fan Ershuan?"

Fan Hua chuckled twice and nodded in agreement.

It seems that I can only use the name of the second master to deceive people to the end, otherwise it would be too strange for them to suddenly come to my house to recognize their relatives.

Seeing Fan Hua nod, Fan Zhiyong immediately led Fan Hua into the main room excitedly, and as soon as he entered the room, he shouted, "Dad, guess who's here?!"