At night, Song Zhiting did as Ding Peizhi said and walked outside with Zheng Baozhu on his back, calling her name.
Song Sicheng responded from behind: "I'm back."
The sick Zheng Baozhu was particularly docile and lay quietly on Song Zhiting's back.
Worried that Zheng Baozhu would have a fever again in the middle of the night, Song Zhiting stayed in her room.
Zheng Baozhu knew that she was weak and needed care, so she did not object.
"I wanted to go visit the owner of the jade bracelet. If the bracelet hadn't been broken today and I hadn't felt bad, I would have stayed in the restaurant and eaten. I would have been the one who got hurt."
Song Zhiting comforted her: "Don't think about it anymore, it's over. Have a good rest. I will accompany you to the hospital tomorrow to see the old man."
Only after Zheng Baozhu fell asleep did Song Zhiting go to bed and hold her in his arms until they fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, Zheng Baozhu didn't know what she dreamed about and cried for her parents.
Song Zhiting patted his back gently to comfort him.
…
At dawn, Song Zhiting took a leave of absence and accompanied Zheng Baozhu to the hospital.
Old man Yang’s grandson had not yet been discharged from the hospital. He was very surprised to see Song Zhiting coming.
"Comrade from the People's Liberation Army, why are you in the hospital?"
"We came to see your grandson, how is he doing?"
Old Man Yang said with relief: "The fever has subsided. If the fever does not recur today, you can be discharged from the hospital."
Seeing Zheng Baozhu next to Song Zhiting, Old Man Yang asked, "Is this your wife?"
Song Zhiting nodded.
Old Man Yang praised: "You two are such a good match!"
Zheng Baozhu saw a little boy of five or six years old lying on the hospital bed, leaning against the bed and playing with origami, and gave him the snacks she had bought when she came.
The little boy looked at his grandfather and only after his grandfather nodded did he take it. A grateful smile appeared on his face and he clasped his hands together to express his gratitude to Zheng Baozhu.
This scene felt very familiar to Zheng Baozhu.
Zheng Baozhu asked: "What's your name?"
The little boy just smiled shyly and didn't answer.
Old man Yang said: "My grandson is called Yang Afu, and I hope he will be a blessed person."
Old man Yang pointed at Song Zhiting and said to his grandson: "Afu, it was this PLA comrade who sent you to the hospital, paid for your medical expenses, and gave us a lot of money. You must remember this!"
Yang Afu clasped his hands together and bowed to me, Song Zhiting.
When Zheng Baozhu saw Yang Afu doing this action again, a blurry picture flashed through his mind.
Seeing that Ah Fu didn't take the snacks, Zheng Baozhu tore open the package, took out the biscuits and put them in Yang Ah Fu's hand.
Yang Afu's eyes are round, black and white, and very lively. Zheng Baozhu praised: "Afu's eyes are so beautiful, they seem to be able to speak."
Old Man Yang sighed: "It would be nice if he could really talk."
Zheng Baozhu asked: "Afu can't speak? Is it congenital?"
Old man Yang shook his head and lowered his eyes, his face full of sadness.
…
It turned out that on a rainy day last year, Ah Fu was making a fuss about going out to play, so his father told him to stay at home and went to the village chief's house to borrow a radio for him to listen to.
As a result, a strong wind blew down the power lines, and his father was electrocuted to death on his way back. When his mother saw that he had not returned for a long time, she went out to look for him. When she saw her husband who had been electrocuted, she wanted to pull him over, but she was also electrocuted.
After this happened, everyone in the village said that Ah Fu was a nemesis, unlucky for his father and mother, and that anyone who got close to him would be unlucky.
The children in the village threw stones at him and did not allow Ah Fu to talk to them, saying that he was the reincarnation of a crow and that anyone who spoke to him would be unlucky.
Gradually, Ah Fu hid at home and stopped going out and talking.
It was not until Old Man Yang had dealt with the funeral of his son and daughter-in-law that he realized his grandson was unwilling to speak.
Considering that his grandson was being ostracized in the village, Old Man Yang took Ah Fu away from the village. But when they got outside, Ah Fu still refused to speak.
Until now.
…
It's such a pity that such a cute child can't speak.
A light flashed in Zheng Baozhu's mind and he remembered something.
Mute?
Zheng Baozhu's face changed and she moved closer to look at Yang Afu carefully.
The last birthday Zheng Baozhu celebrated before she traveled through time was when she shared a cake with a beggar.
Think about it, although the beggar was very poor, he had a pair of bright eyes.
Similar expressions, hands clasped together in gratitude, mute, and then compare their ages.
Could it be that Yang Afu was the beggar who gave me the beads before I traveled through time?
Zheng Baozhu was ecstatic.
Meeting a beggar from her previous life here, does it mean that she can also find her biological parents from her previous life?
Thinking of this, Zheng Baozhu was very excited. She grabbed Song Zhiting's hand and said, "I want to go to Haishi."
Song Zhiting asked: "What are you doing in Hai City?"
"I'm going to look for two people, two people who are very, very important to me!"
"I have a comrade in Hai City. Who are you looking for? Tell me his name and home address, and I will ask my comrade to help you find him first."
Zheng Baozhu carefully recalled the address of her parents' hometown when they were young and told it to Song Zhiting.
…
Zheng Baozhu was very happy that she would be able to meet her biological parents soon. She looked at the worn-out cotton-padded clothes on old man Yang and asked him how he lived now.
Old man Yang said that he earns his living by doing odd jobs.
Zheng Baozhu got some space from Yang Afu. Now that the Yang family is so poor, she certainly can't just sit back and watch.
He took out 200 yuan and gave it to Old Man Yang, but Old Man Yang refused to take it.
"I already owe you too much. I can't take any more money from you."
Since he didn't want to charge, Zheng Baozhu asked him, "I have a job. I wonder if you are willing to do it. I want to deliver a shipment from Dongxian Island to the train station. The shipping fee is 10 yuan."
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