Just after nine o'clock, Lian Xiaomin entered the village and headed straight for Zhang's house.
He came to the gate of the courtyard and released his mental power to observe the situation in Zhang Shengli's west room.
At this time, the kerosene lamp is still on. Perhaps it is New Year's Day and there are many guests and things to do, so people go to bed late.
Liu Qiaozhi hadn't returned to the house yet and was cleaning up in the kitchen.
At this time, Zhang Shengli was the only one inside, holding a notebook and reading it under the oil lamp.
She took out an envelope with "Confidential letter, addressed to Zhang Shengli personally" written on the outside, and inside was a letter from Brother Sanyong.
He put another stone in, weighed it, and then moved his body and gently climbed up to the top of the west courtyard wall.
He threw the rolled-up envelope directly over, and it hit the door with a "bang".
Zhang Shengli heard the noise immediately. When he walked to the door and opened it, Lian Xiaomin's feet had already landed lightly on the ground outside the courtyard wall.
However, she continued to observe through her mental power.
The other person saw the envelope on the ground at a glance, frowned, looked around, found nothing, bent down to pick it up, and immediately went back to the house.
He sat back in his previous position, pulled out the letter, put the stone aside, unfolded the letter, and looked at it carefully under the lamp.
After reading it quickly, his expression changed drastically, and the hand holding the letter trembled slightly. Suddenly, he put the letter down, and a line of tears flowed down.
Lian Xiaomin felt very uncomfortable. Uncle Shengli must have been so suddenly shocked that he couldn't recover immediately.
Infected by the emotions, she also felt a lump in her throat and turned away.
The letter was delivered, so she walked to the foot of the mountain and went home first.
At this moment, Zhang Shengli's head was indeed buzzing due to the impact of this accident.
He held back the tears and the pain in his heart, and forced himself not to think about the fact that he was about to lose his most beloved son.
The only thought in my mind right now is to rush to Gaojiazhuang and see Yongzi with my own eyes!
He wiped away his tears and put the letter and the envelope in his arms.
He stood up, quickly put on his fur coat, cotton hat and gloves, and walked out of the house with a flashlight.
He happened to bump into Liu Qiaozhi who was about to enter the house.
"Hey, where are you going so late at night?"
"I forgot. Something happened at Erchuan's house. No one from the militia is on duty at the brigade headquarters tonight. I'll go and keep watch overnight. I won't be back. We can't slack off on security work during the New Year."
Seeing him hurriedly walking out, Liu Qiaozhi muttered, "You worry about everything. You are old and still have to take over for young people. Haven't you had enough of being a militia captain?"
Zhang Shengli walked out of the house without turning on the flashlight. He took big strides and walked quickly out of the village. After he went out, he used the flashlight to illuminate the direction of Gaojiatun.
The snowy road was slippery and difficult to walk on. At around half past ten, he finally entered the village and groped his way to the renovated yard of Hu Zi's house.
It was pitch black inside. These guys must have not dared to turn on the lights and were hiding inside.
He knocked on the gate gently and lowered his voice: "Third brother, it's me!"
Soon, there was a noise from inside and Hu Zi came quietly to open the door.
"Uncle Shengli, come in quickly!" Without saying much, the two of them quickly locked the gate and went into the east room.
It turned out that they had blocked the windows with quilts, hung a thick cotton curtain on the door, and lit a dim oil lamp on the kang table.
Several people were sitting around on the kang. When Zhang Wenyong saw his father coming so quickly and saw him rushing out without even wearing a scarf, his heart ached.
"Dad, you're here!" He went over and grabbed the other's arm, letting him warm up on the kang.
Wang Xintian and Doubao also called for people to make room for the father and son so that they could have a good chat.
Zhang Shengli nodded, watched the three young men go out to another room, grabbed his son's wrist and started talking.
"Yongzi, tell Dad everything in detail again..."
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That night, the father and son opened their hearts and explained everything that had happened.
In the past, Zhang Wenyong did not tell Zhang Shengli much about the transport team being hijacked by bandits because he was afraid that he would worry, and just mentioned it in passing.
There was also the arrest of spies in the transport team, but those things were not mentioned either.
If he hadn't been captured by the Cao brothers again this time, he wouldn't have known how to ask his father if there was anything wrong with his life story, and whether he was his biological son...
How do I start this? It's so difficult.
But now that things have come to this, everything must be talked about.
He recounted his experiences of the past two days, including how he was captured on the fourth day of the New Year when he and Hu Zi and others were on their way to hunting.
But there was no mention of Xiaomin's appearance, she just "went to Aunt Pan's house."
He kept talking about how he finally met Mr. Ling and Guan Fenglin, and they told him about their life stories... When Zhang Shengli heard him say this, his eyes were already filled with tears.
He took a deep breath and realized that he had forgotten to take off his fur coat since he entered the house.
The big kang in the room was quite hot. He took off his jacket, put it aside, and told in a deep voice how Zhang Wenyong came to his house.
Nineteen years ago, in 1951, 25-year-old Zhang Shengli got married at the age of seventeen and was already the father of his third child that year.
The third child in the family was also a boy, but he was not in good health when he was born. He was dying before he was even a month old.
In desperation, he still wanted to give it one last try, so he wrapped the child in a small quilt, took his father Zhang Changshuan's donkey cart, and took him to the commune to see a doctor for another check-up.
But when they arrived at the hospital, the child was already dead.
The father and son were very sad and had no choice but to go back.
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