I Wore It Back After 60 Years

Chapter 1158
Although the light is dim, it is clearly visible.

The girl was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with thinning hair, yellow and thin face, wearing straw sandals on her bare feet, frostbite on her hands and feet, and even frostbite.

Boys are around ten years old, and the situation is slightly better than girls.

At least, not so thin.

It is only relatively speaking.

His clothes were ragged, and he wore straw sandals. His frostbite was severe, and his ears were red and swollen, and they were bleeding pus.

In Xia Xingxing's eyes, according to Li Xingxing's occasional words, the two are no different from skeletons, both carrying a small package patched with floral patterns on a blue background, holding hands, and holding a stick in the other hand.

One end was polished to a smooth finish, and the other was smeared with mud.

Like a little beggar.

Xia Mingxing frowned, "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

Suddenly seeing a tall, tall, handsome young man with neat clothes appearing in front of her eyes, the girl couldn't help blinking, but she didn't blink the surprise in her eyes, she didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"What are you knocking on the door for?" Xia Mingxing asked again.

If they came to beg for food, he would send them away with two steamed buns.

The atmosphere at home is just right, and he doesn't want outsiders to disturb him.

The boy spoke in time before Xia Xingxing became impatient: "My name is Heigou, my name is Zhang Zimo, and my sister and I came to find Chen Xiangyang! My father is Zhang Daying, and he is comrade-in-arms with Chen Xiangyang, but my father has sacrificed for several years."

The orphan of his father-in-law's comrade-in-arms?
Xia Mingxing raised his eyebrows.

Zhang Zimo's sister immediately said, "My name is Zhang Xiuxiu."

She threw down the dog-beating stick in a hurry, took out the household registration book and the letter of introduction from the package, and handed it to Xia Mingxing, "We are all the children of martyrs, and we came to my father's comrades-in-arms only when we couldn't survive at home. Are you Chen Xiangyang? I heard from my father before that Chen Xiangyang is very good at fighting, and he is an 8th-level cadre at a young age."

Xia Mingxing didn't answer and took two steps back, "I'm not Chen Xiangyang."

"Ah!" Zhang Xiuxiu was stunned, with a trace of embarrassment on her face, she was a little at a loss, but she quickly calmed down, and said in a rather hasty tone: "Aren't you Chen Xiangyang? Then where is that Chen Xiangyang? His mailing address Just write it here, my brother and I asked all the way."

Xia Mingxing didn't answer, but turned sideways towards the main room and raised his voice: "Father, the orphan of your comrade-in-arms is here, please come out with your mother to have a look and recognize him."

As for him, he is not entertained.

He has a daughter-in-law and will soon become a father, so he must keep a distance from the opposite sex.

Chen Xiangyang heard the sound, and when he saw Zhang Zimo and Zhang Xiuxiu, he frowned, "Who is your father?"

Compared with Xia Xingxing, Chen Xiangyang was more serious, colder, and imposing. A nervousness flashed in Zhang Xiuxiu's eyes, and he handed over the household registration booklet and letter of introduction with both hands, "My father's name is Zhang Daying."

"Zhang Daying?" Chen Xiangyang was unfamiliar with this name.

He boasted that he had a good memory, and if he had a comrade named Zhang Daying, he would not fail to remember him.

So, he looked at the siblings in front of him and said, "I don't know Zhang Daying, did you find the wrong person? Which unit does Zhang Daying belong to? What's the number?"

Zhang Xiuxiu bit her lip, "I don't know my father's number, but I heard he mentioned you and said you were his comrade in arms."

(End of this chapter)