"Hung Hing? Don't be ridiculous!"
His emotions were even more out of control than Jiang Wanqing's, but those who saw it only saw the surface and didn't know that her heart was in unbearable agony.
He promised before he left that he would come back safely. The child and she were waiting for him. How could they receive such news after waiting?
"sister in law……"
"Let go!" she repeated.
Hung Hing wiped away his tears and slammed his fist against the wall, his sorrow evident.
The comrades sighed and said to Jiang Wanqing, "Comrade Cheng Ran is a role model for us soldiers. We will definitely carry forward his spirit."
"I understand. You can leave now. Let us have some peace and quiet."
Jiang Wanqing's voice had a deathly stillness to it. As soon as the person left, she collapsed to the ground, completely exhausted.
"Sister Wanqing!" Chen Ni called out, wanting to go up and help, but she herself was still sitting in a wheelchair.
Upon hearing the sound, Hung Hing quickly helped her up.
"Sister-in-law, stay strong. Didn't they say they haven't found Brother Cheng's body? Everything will be alright, there will definitely be good news later, you have to believe..."
Even though he himself didn't believe it, Hung Hing still had to say it to comfort Jiang Wanqing, because he knew very well what sacrificing himself in a mission meant.
He had once lost a finger and suffered serious injuries during a secret mission, barely surviving and taking a long time to recover.
Jiang Wanqing wept silently. Had Cheng Ran's fate returned to its original trajectory? She thought she had changed things, but why now of all times...?
She covered her face, trying not to cry out, but her whole body was convulsing, a sight that broke one's heart.
Hung Hing didn't dare touch her, so he could only squat down beside her.
After a long silence, she finally spoke, "Take me to the Cheng family."
She didn't know if those people had informed Cheng Ran's parents, but at this time, with this news coming in, they probably weren't feeling any better than she was.
"Okay, I'll go get the car now."
Upon receiving the order, Hong Xing dared not delay and immediately drove her to the Cheng family's house.
As soon as she reached the door, she heard the mournful cries of the Cheng family. Jiang Wanqing hesitated at the door for a moment, but then stepped inside.
It seems that Cheng's parents already knew the news. Cheng's mother was holding a photo of her son and kneeling on the ground, weeping bitterly.
When Jiang Wanqing walked in, they only glanced at her before continuing to immerse themselves in their grief.
Mr. Cheng sighed and wiped away his tears: "Ah, you've come. Cheng Ran, he..."
"The messenger who brought the news of the death just went to my factory, and I already know about it."
Her voice was hoarse, her face was haggard, and she had just finished her postpartum confinement. Her body was still weak, so how could she possibly recover from such a blow?
"My son! How pitiful you are... You didn't even have time to see your child one last time... Your father and I didn't even get to see you one last time..."
When a son passes away, the grief of parents is never genuine. Jiang Wanqing didn't know how to comfort them and couldn't help but shed tears again.
“Sit down. You just gave birth and need to rest. We’ll take care of Cheng Ran’s funeral arrangements. You take good care of the child. We don’t want any of his compensation money; you can use it to raise the child… This is what we owe you and the child. If Cheng Ran were still alive, he would definitely want to see the child grow up healthy.” The father said, suppressing his pain.
"Hey, what's going on?"
As the group was grieving, Guo Xueyun walked over, leaned against the door, and laughed.
"I heard someone in your family died, tsk tsk... How pitiful. I thought things would go smoothly for you, but it turns out she died young. Luckily, I didn't marry into your family! If you ask me, it's definitely because Jiang Wanqing is a jinx, hahaha..."
Guo Xueyun is currently unemployed and listless, filled only with hatred. She's secretly hoping for trouble to befall others and is gloating over their misfortunes.
"Get out! You're not welcome in our house!"
How could Cheng's mother not be angry when someone made sarcastic remarks while she was sad?
Jiang Wanqing had neither the energy nor the strength to argue with her, and glanced at Hong Xing.
"Get her out!"
“Hey…you dare…hey…” Guo Xueyun was pushed by Hong Xing to leave, and the door was slammed shut outside with a bang.
She pounded on the door: "You old hag! And Jiang Wanqing! Go ahead and cry! Even without Cheng Ran, you'll have a lot more suffering ahead of you! Don't cry your eyes out, I want to see you make a fool of yourselves, hahaha..."
As the laughter faded into the distance, Cheng's mother, exhausted from crying, was helped to her feet by her husband.
Jiang Wanqing stepped forward: "Can I have the photo?"
"No, this is my son, my only hope."
“Give it to her. The child has never met her father. She will only be able to see photos from now on. You should have pity on your granddaughter.”
Mr. Cheng took the photo from her hand, but she held on tightly. Perhaps she felt that what he said made sense, and slowly let go.
"What terrible things have I done! Why does misfortune always befall our family!"
...
Amidst torrential rain and deafening thunder, Cheng Ran awoke at a farmer's house, covered in injuries.
A girl carrying a wooden basin walked in, saw that he was awake, and quickly called for help.
"Father! He's awake! This Han Chinese man is awake!"
He held his head, feeling extremely uncomfortable, his mind buzzing, unable to remember anything.
He looked around at his surroundings, his brows furrowing even more deeply.
"Where am I? What happened?"
His voice was weak, as if someone had ruined his throat.
The girl's father walked in, his head adorned with ethnic minority decorations, his skin dark, a typical farmer's son.
"Comrade, you're finally awake. This is my home. My daughter Amei and I found you on the mountain. You were swept down by the heavy rain. Do you remember who you are and where your home is?"
"It hurts... my head hurts so much..." Cheng Ran curled up in a ball, slapping his head hard. The girl's father quickly pressed him down.
"Sister, go get some hot water."
"Okay, I'll go."
The old man applied a hot towel to his head, and after a while, he finally felt a little better and woke up again.
He was absolutely certain that he had forgotten everything—who he was, where he came from, he had no recollection whatsoever…
"It's alright, it's alright. If you don't remember, just stay here with us for now. Judging from your clothes, you should be a soldier, definitely not a bad person. Once you've recovered, we'll go into town and ask around," the old man comforted him.
Cheng Ran looked down at his clothes and realized he had been dressed in coarse linen.
"What's my name?"
"Father, he doesn't remember his name, so what should we call him?"
"this……"
"How about we call him Aye? We found him in the wild, so this name is perfect." Amei's eyes sparkled as she looked at his face, completely satisfied.
She's really lucky to have such a handsome man by her side.
"Ah Ye... Comrade, what do you think of this name? Let's call you that for now, and we'll decide what to do next when you remember it?"
"Okay, I'll do as you say."
He was too weak to continue, and after waking up for a while, he fell into a deep sleep again...
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