Jiang Nian looked at the scene and frowned.
There were no cement roads in this era, and the ground was all sand and small stones.
Children's hands are tender, and they will definitely get hurt if they support themselves on the ground like this.
But the little boy who got off the bus didn't even frown.
He thanked the young soldier politely and took a bundle from him.
Unlike the suitcase Song Yingying was carrying, the little boy's bag was just a package wrapped in cloth.
It was very big, almost two or three times the size of his body.
The little boy raised his arms and carried the huge bag on his shoulders.
He bent over, lowered his head, and walked forward step by step.
"This child is about six or seven years old, right? Is it Captain Zhao's child? Didn't you say Captain Zhao had only been married for three months? How could he have such a big son? Could it be that he was married for the second time?"
A sister-in-law asked the question first, and Jiang Nian had the same doubt in his heart.
Mrs. Zhu replied hurriedly.
"Captain Zhao is either getting married for the second time or the first time. This little boy is Captain Zhao's son, but he is not his biological son. He is his sister's..."
The little boy just walked past them, and Mrs. Zhu immediately stopped talking.
They watched the little boy walk away before continuing their conversation.
Jiang Nian looked at the stubborn back of the little boy and heard a miserable story that was extremely old-fashioned but very common in the 1970s.
The little boy's mother is Captain Zhao's sister.
When Captain Zhao left home to join the army, his sister got married in the countryside.
Captain Zhao had spent more than ten years in the army and was finally promoted step by step, so that he could give his family a good life.
Unfortunately, his sister married the wrong man and was bullied, humiliated and abused by her in-laws. She didn't have a single bite of rice to eat and had to work in the fields.
Even if she gave birth to a son for her husband's family, she still couldn't sit at the table to eat.
Such a young and hardworking woman was eventually worked to death.
The person is dead and the news can no longer be concealed.
This news finally reached the ears of Captain Zhao.
Captain Zhao took leave and went to the countryside to get her sister's ashes from her husband's family, and also took the child who had lost his mother back with him.
"As you all know, people in the countryside believe in joint burials. At first, the other party refused to give the ashes. And this child is a boy, who can carry on the family line. How could the other party be willing to give the child..."
"I heard that Captain Zhao gave a large sum of money in the end, and then the village chief mediated between them. This is the only way to make peace."
"In this way, the child will be adopted by Captain Zhao and share the same surname as him."
"...This child is so pitiful. He just lost his biological mother, and now he has a stepmother like this. This child has a miserable life..."
Although they only looked at each other for a few brief moments, anyone could tell that Song Yingying, who was clean, pretty, and elegant, was from a completely different world from the dirty little boy.
The little boy was carrying such a big bag alone, and Song Yingying had no intention of taking care of him at all.
As the saying goes, having a stepmother is equivalent to having a stepfather.
I'm afraid this little boy will have a hard time in the future.
Jiang Nian's heart was loudly denying it.
No way!
Song Yingying would not be such a person!
At least the Song Yingying she knew was definitely not such a person.
"Sisters-in-law, An An is taking a nap at home alone. I am worried. I need to go check on her. I am leaving now."
Jiang Nian found an excuse, separated from his sisters-in-law, and rushed back to the house.
She wanted to go home to see An An, and also to calm down and think carefully about what happened today.
First it was Qin Sanye, then Song Yingying...
She met more and more acquaintances.
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