When Yang Yuchuan and Ge Xiaobing came out of the sales point, they had already found out everything about Feng Yijia and Meng Sheng.
On the way back.
Ge Xiaobing nudged Yang Yuchuan with his shoulder and said, "I noticed that you are particularly interested in Feng Yijia's affairs.
Tell me, buddy, what's going on?
The man carrying a half-full bag of peach cakes looked at the bumpy dirt road beneath his feet and replied with an unclear expression in his eyes, "Don't you think she looks 70% or 80% like my stepmother?"
Hearing this, Ge Xiaobing stopped in surprise, opened and closed his mouth several times, not knowing what to say.
It took a long time before he caught up with the person who had walked a long way and asked, "Are you talking about your stepmother who looks sweet but has a bitter heart, the biological mother who ran away from Feng Yi's family?"
Yang Yuchuan didn't respond.
Ge Xiaobing knew he was right, and his expression changed several times. He put his arm around the man's shoulders and said, "You didn't think so until you said it, but now that I think about it, it's true. Not only does he look like your stepmother, he's also 50% like your sister.
I was wondering why you didn't rush back home today, but instead came to hunt with us.
So you came here to ask about your stepmother!"
After saying this, he curled his lips and sighed, "It is said that women's hearts are the most vicious, and the ancients were absolutely right.
It’s bad enough that woman treats you, her stepson, badly, she doesn’t even care about her own child.
For over ten years, I ignored everything and allowed people to beat, scold and bully me!"
Yang Yuchuan pulled the corner of his mouth and said sarcastically: "She was still nice to me for a few years.
Otherwise, how can you gain a foothold at home?
It made my dad run around in circles!"
"Uncle Yang is blind!" Ge Xiaobing complained without any scruples.
Yang Yuchuan didn't care what his brother said about his biological father, and shook his head and said, "He is not blind, it's just that if he has a stepmother, he will have a stepfather.
What's more, his stepmother was not only beautiful and good at coaxing people, but also gave birth to two sons and a daughter for him.
My son would then seem less important.”
Ge Xiaobing was speechless, and after a while he changed the subject again: "What did you want to do by asking about Feng Yi's family just now?"
Yang Yuchuan's eyes sparkled, and without hiding anything from his brother who had grown up with him, he said, "If I tell her her mother's current address and situation, will she think of looking for my good stepmother?"
Ge Xiaobing thought about it and replied: "Not necessarily.
Maybe she just wishes she never had this mother!"
Yang Yuchuan didn't say much after hearing this, but his expression was firm, and it was obvious that he had already made up his mind. The two of them slowly returned to Meng Sheng's house.
Feng Yijia, who was cooking at home, had no idea that someone related to her mother had come to the village.
He generously took out all the good things stored at home, washed, cut, fried, and cooked them, and was so busy that he was running around.
Meng Sheng picked some vegetables and called his parents home to help. After working together, they finally prepared a fairly sumptuous lunch before one o'clock in the afternoon.
Clear-boiled wild lamb, braised pheasant with mushrooms, fried rabbit cubes with chili peppers, hot and sour mountain deer, two pots of braised pork and some stir-fried seasonal vegetables.
Most of the food on the table was wild game from the mountains. More than ten people ate it with their chopsticks flying. Their legs and feet were no longer sore, and they couldn't wait to urge Meng Sheng to go to the mountains.
Most of them were too old to know how high the sky was or how thick the earth was. They had a few guns in their hands and didn't think it was dangerous to spend the night in the mountains. They were all very curious.
Meng Chenglin and Chen Hongxing tried to persuade them but failed. Thinking that the nearby mountains had been relatively peaceful in the past two years and there were so many young and strong men around, they did not try to stop them.
So after lunch, everyone was busy preparing the things needed to go up the mountain.
Feng Yijia took on the job of making pancakes and went back home to work.
There was firewood as thick as a wrist burning in the stove, and steam was rising from the pot.
The paste made of eggs and flour is spread into a thin layer in the pan and quickly turns from light yellow to transparent.
With a flip of the wrist, one chewy, oily and fragrant egg pancake after another comes out of the pan.
Feng Yijia was busy, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a figure slowly walking into the kitchen.
Looking up, he saw that it was the guest brought back by Meng Sheng. He greeted him with a smile: "Would you like to try some freshly baked egg pancakes?"
Yang Yuchuan took one without hesitation and stuffed it into his mouth. He sat down on the low stool in front of the stove and asked knowingly while eating, "Are you the only one at home?"
"Um!"
Feng Yijia nodded without explaining or thinking too much about it, thinking he was just asking casually.
Yang Yuchuan looked at the girl in the steamy air. She had almond eyes, rosy cheeks, red lips and a turned-up nose. Even her coarse grey clothes couldn't hide her natural beauty. She was very pretty.
It’s just that she looks too much like his stepmother, who looks almost ageless thanks to her well-maintained appearance. The more he looks at her, the worse he feels.
What he said next was not so pleasant: "I heard from the villagers that your father died and your mother remarried when you were five years old?"
Hearing this, Feng Yijia raised his head and looked at the boy opposite in surprise. His face was so unfamiliar to him in both his past and present lives. He didn't understand where his malice came from.
He still replied calmly: "The villagers are right!"
Then he continued to make pancakes as usual.
The nonchalant attitude actually calmed Yang Yuchuan's turbulent emotions. He didn't come here to mock or bully anyone.
After a moment of hesitation, he directly pointed out the relationship between the two: "My name is Yang Yuchuan, and I'm your mother's stepson!"
Hearing this, Feng Yijia began to doubt her ears. She hadn't heard from her mother in thirty or forty years. Putting down the spatula, she asked in disbelief, "My mother's stepson?"
Yang Yuchuan nodded in confirmation: "My stepmother's name is Zhang Xiu, and she's from Shiyan Village, Changping Town."
Shiyan Village, Changping Town, like the name Zhang Xiu, was forgotten in the deepest part of Feng Yiji's memory.
When she heard this, she thought about it and realized that it was the address of her maternal grandparents' home.
Then he calmly looked at the boy opposite him, whose face still looked childish but whose eyes were deep, and asked, "What do you want to do by telling me this?"
Yang Yuchuan pointed at the smoking omelet in the pan, signaling Feng Yijia to quickly flip it over, and then said leisurely: "Don't you want to do anything?
It’s just that after hearing about your story, I feel a little sorry for you.”
After he finished speaking, seeing that Feng Yijia had no reaction, he continued: "My father, Yang Tiejun, was a regimental-level cadre five years ago.
Your mother married my father and hasn't worked or farmed for more than ten years. She gave birth to two sons and a daughter.
Not to mention those three biological children, even I, an annoying burden, have never had to worry about food and drink since I was a child.
They are all enjoying a good life in the city, but you are living alone in the countryside, starving, cold and being beaten and scolded at will.
Tsk tsk,······.
I remember when I was a child, my father mentioned you several times, saying that he would take you home so that the family would have enough food and drink for a child.
But your mother didn't agree, saying that your last name is Feng and you have uncles and aunts to take care of you, so there's no need to worry about you having a bad life."
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