Zhao Youquan on this side arrived home at around five in the afternoon.
When he reached the door, he remembered his eldest brother's instructions and limped in. Mother Zhao's voice was chattering in the living room.
"It's almost six o'clock, and Xiaobao hasn't come back yet. Send someone out to look for him."
"Xiaobao is old enough and has his own circle. Don't worry. Give him some space. Wait ten more minutes. If he doesn't come back in ten minutes, I'll go find someone right away."
As soon as Mr. and Mrs. Zhao finished speaking, another voice sounded.
"Little sister, brother-in-law, I'm not saying you usually care too much about Xiaobao, so he doesn't want to come back after going out. We made plans to have dinner together long ago, and Xiaobao has never been late before."
"Sister, brother-in-law, I haven't seen Xiaobao for a week. You guys are so mean. Why did you let him go out today?"
An old voice interrupted their complaints: "Alright, Xiaobao will be back soon, what are you guys nagging about? The child is still young, isn't it just a little playful, what's the big deal? I, an old man, can wait, so why can't you wait?"
Xiaobao, a 23-year-old boy? Zhao Youquan heard this and confirmed, very good, everyone is here.
He limped into the living room, with several footprints on his body.
Song Jin prepared it specially for him.
As soon as he entered the room, he attracted the attention of everyone in the living room. When they saw his appearance clearly, everyone stood up at once.
Everyone kept saying, "Oh my God, Baoer, what happened to you?"
Some were patting the footprints on their bodies, some were holding their arms, and some were pouring water nearby. Everyone rushed out together.
After Zhao Youquan sat down, he recalled what he had written down, coughed, and began to perform.
"Grandpa, grandma, dad, mom, uncle, aunt, auntie, auntie, uncle-in-law, uncle-in-law..."
Before he could finish calling people, his grandfather interrupted him: "Hey, kid, tell me what's going on. My baby is polite. It's already so late."
Zhao Youquan was interrupted and forgot his words.
After finishing the previous words in my mind, I started speaking
"Today I was captured by a very scary, very strong, big man."
He paused and recalled whether this was the case. It should be correct.
But this made the family very anxious.
Mother Zhao quickly pulled him up and looked him up and down: "Are you okay? How are you, Baoer? Who was that person? And what happened next?"
Father Zhao: "Don't interrupt, kid. Baoer, keep talking. What happened next? How did you escape?"
"He hit me, kicked me down, and wanted to kill me. I heard him say that my father and uncle had wronged him, and he was very sad, so he wanted to take revenge on me."
Father Zhao and Uncle Ji...
What the hell?
Everyone present looked at them with strange eyes.
Zhao Youquan didn't care about that, he hadn't finished memorizing it yet.
"At that critical moment, a weak female comrade suddenly rushed in. She was also beaten badly, but she still saved me without hesitation.
Perhaps because he was afraid that her crying would attract other people's attention, the man ran away."
Everyone was concerned about Zhao Youquan's health and asked him if he felt any discomfort.
Grandpa Ji seemed to be lost in thought. After everyone quieted down, he asked, "Bao'er, what about that female comrade? What happened next?"
Zhao Youquan was secretly delighted. He was really smart. He just said a few words and now he asked the question proactively.
"She said her injuries weren't serious. I tried to thank her but she refused, saying she was a family member of a martyred soldier and that it was her duty to bravely help others. Then she passed away."
Aunt Ji was surprised: "Didn't you tell her that you are our family?"
Zhao Youquan shook his head: "I told you guys to thank my aunt, but she said no thanks."
After a pause, he continued, "But I later secretly inquired about her. Her name is Song Jin and she lives at No. 36 Mao'er Hutong. I think we should thank her for saving my life. Otherwise, what if she comes to rely on me in the future?"
Mother Zhao patted him on the shoulder and said, "What are you talking about, kid? Since she repeatedly said you don't need to thank her, it means she doesn't want anything in return. You can't be such an ungrateful person. You're still talking about her behind her back. And, Baoer, you have to find time to go and bring your wife back home. It's been so long since she came home."
Speaking of his wife, Zhao Youquan, he had something to say: "I don't want her to come back. She's always meddling in everything. I don't feel comfortable at all when she comes back. Let her stay at her house."
Grandpa Ji coughed and said, "How can that be? Yangyang is the daughter-in-law that Grandpa personally chose for you. Are you not going to listen to Grandpa now?"
Zhao Youquan lowered his brows and said dejectedly: "Okay, then I'll go pick her up tomorrow."
After saying that, he suddenly looked up at everyone: "What about Song Jin? Should we thank her again?"
Uncle Ji said, "Of course we should thank her. She's a little girl who bravely stood up for justice. You just said she's the relative of a martyr, so we should come and thank her. We can't let her down. I'll send someone to investigate first. And as for that big man you mentioned, describe him to me and I'll arrange for someone to arrest him."
As he spoke, Uncle Ji found a piece of paper, picked up a pen, and waited for his eldest nephew to describe it.
Zhao Youquan scratched his head for a long time before beginning to describe his understanding of the burly man.
"This person is a man."
Everyone…………
A strong man? Could it be a woman?
"He was probably 1.9 meters tall, built like a large vat, and his waist was as thick as a soy sauce vat at the supply and marketing cooperative."
…………
This person eats very well!
"His hair was a mess, like an afro, with one end sticking up, the left side higher than the right, and it was just a mess."
Uncle Ji...
"Then let's not talk about hair, let's talk about something else."
"His eyebrows are like two ones, very thin. His eyes are quite big, and I get scared when he opens them wide."
"Nose, the nose is not good-looking, it's not obvious."
"Mouth, you can see the upper lip, but below that you can only see the teeth."
Uncle Ji asked again: "What is he wearing? What is he wearing today?"
Zhao Youquan rolled his eyes:
"His upper body, um... he was wearing a flowery cotton jacket."
Everyone…………
"It's a cotton jacket with a canted neck, and it's covered in small floral patterns, including on the sleeves. He wears ordinary pants and cotton shoes, and... well... they look like one is bigger than the other."
Uncle Ji was having trouble writing.
"What about his murder weapon? Does he have any other characteristics?"
"He... when he came over, he had a sickle in his left hand and his right hand in his trouser pocket. I think his left arm was short and his right arm was long. That's all. I can't remember anything else."
Uncle Ji stared at the "painting" in his hand, not knowing whether he could find the person.
Maybe, it's a bit difficult.
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