After the bus had traveled a few stops, Song Yan and Shen Ruomei got off; they weren't really going to ride the bus.
Song Yan looked at the street address; she was in the Xicheng District.
Shen Ruomei: "Do you need to figure out where this is?"
"I'll take you back by bus in a bit."
Song Yan: "I don't have anything to do this afternoon, so I'll just wander around here. If you have something to do, you can go back first."
“I wanted to go back to studying, but I’m not in the mood today. I’ll just take a walk with you,” Shen Ruomei said.
Song Yan followed the map he remembered and walked slowly.
"Is it Zeng Baozhen?" Shen Ruomei asked.
The woman in front of them had a rather large belly, clearly pregnant. She turned around when she heard someone call her, but she was obviously very angry. "Shen Ruomei, are you doing this on purpose? You're not allowed to call me Zeng Baozhen anymore, my name is Fu Baozhen."
Shen Ruomei's face turned bright red. "Actually, your name, Baozhen, has nothing to do with me."
I really don't bother getting to know someone who won't even admit where they're from.
"Shut up! You haven't experienced what I've been through, you have no right to judge me." The pregnant woman was somewhat agitated.
"If you continue walking from here, are you familiar with this road? Do you still remember it?"
I'm younger than you, but I remember sitting on my father's shoulders. What about you? Whose shoulders were you sitting on? Right here on this road!" Shen Ruomei's eyes were full of contempt.
"He is a bad element, he doesn't deserve my recognition."
"What do you mean? You pity him? Aren't you afraid of being reported?" the pregnant woman said.
Shen Ruomei wasn't afraid at all. "Your husband's uncle is too busy trying to curry favor with my father."
Go ahead and report it! Let's see if you get kicked out of your husband's house!
You're practically behaving like someone who recognizes a thief as their father. Your brother has gone so far as to recognize a thief as his father.
"And they even have the nerve to yell at me like that."
The pregnant woman took a deep breath, "They speak so badly of others, as if they themselves are so upright and honorable."
I don't recognize the person you mentioned. At least I'm standing here and saying this openly and honestly.
What about your family? What about your father? Who supported him back then? Wasn't it that person's ex-wife who paid for his education?
If your father hadn't studied, would he have achieved what he has today? What did your father do for his former employers?
Shen Ruomei knew that her father had never forgotten Uncle Zeng, but she couldn't bring it up. She was angry about things she couldn't clarify.
Song Yan knew who was in front of him. Everyone's really gathered here today.
"The person you don't want to acknowledge is now in a sorry state. But what about before? When he was at the height of his fame, didn't you enjoy the glory he brought you?"
"After that, when he comes back, will you go and acknowledge him again for the sake of his status?" Song Yan asked.
"What's it to you? I don't have a father anyway," the pregnant woman said resolutely.
“You look a lot like someone I know. His surname is Zeng, and he works in a commune under Hu County,” Song Yan said.
"Shut up! I don't look like anyone. I wouldn't associate with people who are sent to labor camps." With that, the pregnant woman quickly left.
Shen Ruomei looked at Song Yan in surprise, "Are you telling the truth?"
Song Yan nodded, "I do know someone surnamed Zeng. The woman just now looked a bit like him."
“Yes, Uncle Zeng lives in Hu County. You might even know him. Uncle Zeng’s name is Zeng Dakang.” Shen Ruomei’s concern showed that she was genuinely worried.
Song Yan nodded. "Yes, the person in Qingshan Brigade is named Zeng Dakang."
"Is he doing well? Does he suffer a lot? Is he able to eat his fill?" Shen Ruomei asked anxiously.
That woman didn't show the slightest concern. Song Yan felt sorry for Old Zeng. But then he thought, what's there to be sad about? Old Zeng has himself.
When Song Yan left, she prepared a lot of food for her family, including plenty of cured meat. She instructed her mother to have Xiao Hu check on them every few days. Old Zeng and Old Han wouldn't go hungry, anyway.
Wei Aiguo would visit them when he went home.
At the latest, next year, or maybe even this year, their problems will be clarified, and all the suffering will be over.
"He's still in pretty good health."
"The people in Qingshan Brigade are quite nice. Life there is easier than in other places." Song Yan was telling the truth. Not to mention that Lao Zeng and the others had their own support, even Captain Wu, for example, never caused trouble for no reason.
"That's good! When you mail things home, could you please bring something for me... Sigh! Never mind! This is no small matter, don't let it affect your family." Shen Ruomei had asked her father if there was any news about Uncle Zeng, but her father wouldn't let her ask.
In Shen Ruomei's memory, her father took her to visit Uncle Zeng.
Dad isn't often happy, but he is happy when he's with Uncle Zeng. So, the relationship between Dad and Uncle Zeng isn't what everyone says.
Song Yan is now certain that Shen Ruomei is General Shen's daughter.
Because of the mention of Lao Zeng, Shen Ruomei felt even closer to Song Yan.
"...She also said that I had not experienced what she had experienced."
In fact, many things have happened very suddenly over the years.
My dad had it too.
At that time, I thought that wherever my father was, I would follow him. Even if others scolded me, I would still follow him.
"The days ahead will definitely be filled with hardship and cold. But I'm not afraid!" Shen Ruomei looked down on Fu Baozhen. Actually, her mother was that kind of person. Thinking of her mother frantically packing things up, she remembered her mother muttering, "He's never been good to me. I've only kept going because I was afraid of the shame of divorce..."
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