Chapter 424 Life History
When Song Zhili's leader learned about this, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep well that night.
The value of friendships made with comrades in that era was very high, after all, they were true life-long friendships.
The leader rushed to the troops early the next morning, called Song Zhili to the office, then stepped forward, hugged the young man, and patted him hard on the back.
Song Zhili was still confused. He knew that this leader was a good person and took good care of him, but that was all. Why was he feeling so excited as if he had found his biological son?
The leader hugged him for a long time, then let go and grabbed his arm again, carefully examining his facial features.
After a long while, he trembled and said, "It looks a bit like that, but why didn't I see it before?"
Actually, it’s not strange if you don’t notice it, because Song Zhili looks a bit like his biological father.
But his biological father had been dead for so long, and as a deceased good comrade, he lived in the leader's memory. Even with photos as a memorial, his voice and appearance were somewhat vague.
What's more, Song Zhili's previous identity was his blood nephew, so it's not surprising that they are a bit similar.
Now that I realize that the two look like father and son, it is a bit like hindsight.
Song Zhili was a little puzzled: "Who does he look like?"
The leader patted him on the shoulder and said, "He looks just like your father!"
Song Zhili's father looks like his grandmother, and Song Zhili feels a bit the same way. His grandmother, Comrade Wang Fang, is the type of person who is big and strong and well-fed, and a very simple person, judging only by her appearance.
This look is not that good-looking on a lesbian, but it is okay on a gay man.
Song Zhili's nominal father at this time, Song Yong, looks like the old lady that Old Man Song later married.
Song Zhili was a little confused when he heard what his leader said. He was a more upright person and did not know how to be hypocritical or to flatter.
If ordinary people hear their leaders say this about themselves, most of them will agree with the leader even if they don’t really sound like him.
Song Zhili said directly: "That's not right, I don't look like my dad?"
"Why not?" The leader took out a photo that he had treasured for a long time.
The photo is only four inches in size, and it is a black and white photo of the leader and his biological father. Judging from the condition of the photo, it can be seen that it must be well-loved.
No matter how well you take care of it, after all, technology is limited, and after being washed away over the years, the edges and corners of the photos are a little mottled.
The leader stroked the photo nostalgically, then handed it to Song Zhili: "Look, they look alike, don't they?"
Looking at the blurry figure in the mottled photo, Song Zhili felt his heart tighten for some reason, and his hands trembled unconsciously.
He took the photo with trembling hands and listened carefully to the figure on it.
There were two young men standing side by side above. He was very familiar with one of them, as he was his superior. Although he looked very young in the photo, his facial features had not changed and he could be recognized at a glance.
The other one... looks a bit like me.
No, you shouldn't say that.
Maybe I am a bit like him.
If it wasn't obvious that the photo was quite old, I would probably be able to fool someone who didn't know the situation by telling them that the person in the photo was Song Zhili himself.
After all, technology was limited back then, and black-and-white photos had a built-in beauty filter, so people with slightly similar facial features looked like the same person in the photo.
Song Zhili felt a little confused. He looked at the photo and then at his leader, his eyes filled with panic, confusion, fear, and many other uneasy emotions.
He looked at his leader with a loving expression, as if he was looking at a satisfied son or nephew.
All the injustices he had encountered while growing up and the treatments he could not understand, all found answers at this moment.
Song Zhili's fingers turned white as he held the photo. His throat felt dry and his voice was a little hoarse: "He is my biological father, Song Ying?"
Song Zhili knew that he had an uncle who had died, who was Song Zhijie's biological father, but he only knew his name and had never seen a photo. It is also possible that the Song family did not have a photo of Song Ying.
Because he thought that Song Zhijie's father had died, and he had been without parents since childhood, which was indeed pitiful. As the descendant of a martyr and his own cousin, it seemed reasonable for his grandparents to love him more.
But now I realize that it is not the case at all.
When Song Zhili walked out of the office, he was still blindfolded.
He felt wronged, angry, sad, and many other feelings that he couldn't describe in detail. It was truly a mixture of emotions.
I just felt as if I was being torn apart.
People who had a happy childhood probably cannot understand the pain that those unfortunate children go through in their growing up.
He had been able to deceive himself before, but when the truth was revealed, he couldn't think of any good reasons or excuses.
Besides that, he realized that he was not their child, and that was why he encountered all this.
He had parents who loved him, but they are no longer around, so he is bullied.
But he also felt it was very unfair.
But there is no way to redress this injustice.
After all, it was impossible for him to rush to the Song family, go crazy, set the house on fire, and then beat up the Song family to vent his anger.
After all, the past is a thing of the past. If you continue to make a fuss like this, will you give up your future?
Song Zhili took a leave and went to the Martyrs Cemetery, where he found the name of his biological father and stood quietly under the martyrs' monument for most of the day.
It rained heavily in Beijing that day, even heavier than the day Yiping's father beat him.
Song Zhili had a high fever.
He was roasted like a suckling pig and ran to the downstairs of Xia Qingqing's dormitory.
He felt really wronged. As the descendant of a martyr, he should have enjoyed proper care, but he didn't enjoy it for even a single day. The dog tied up in the Song family yard lived a more carefree life than him.
His grandmother arranged a marriage for him. The person he liked was supposed to be his fiancée, but matters of the heart had nothing to do with him.
Song Zhili is not stupid. He has kept his changed identity a secret for so many years. Why else could he suddenly tell the truth?
The Song family didn't treat Song Zhili as a human being at all. Unable to withstand Xia Zhizhi's torture, they wanted to push him out to take the blame.
After all, it would be best if the engagement could be called off, but if it is not possible, let Xia Zhizhi vent her anger on someone else.
His family had no intention of informing him of such an important matter.
He was sad. He looked at Xia Qingqing, who had a puzzled look on her face. His eyes were red and tears flowed down with the rain.
He was feeling very upset and wanted to find someone to talk to, but he really didn't know where to start.
There are some things that, when you know that no one will understand after you say them, thousands of words will ultimately turn into just two light words.
never mind.