taste peaches

Chapter 90 Who Does It Look Like
While speaking, she took a sip of the wine and continued to ask: "How do you know?"

After all, even Editor-in-Chief Shen said he was sent by the Propaganda Department, so how did Chen Jingpei find out the clue in the first place.

"Because," Chen Jingpei refilled himself another glass of spirits in a casual manner, his tone was calm and gentle, and he couldn't hear too much emotion, "My grandpa once participated in the Battle of Buyue Mountain."

"..." Xuan Zhi.

Xuan Zhi was dull for a second or two, probably because he hadn't figured out his seniority, "Your great grandfather?"

"Yeah." Chen Jingpei nodded lightly, and seeing that she didn't seem to have slowed down, he explained to her, "My grandpa, that is, my grandpa's elder brother."

"Oh." Xuan Zhi understood, "And then?"

In the movie, the horn of attack is inspiring, but Chen Jingpei's eyes are slightly worried, "My great-grandpa was once the head of the 127th regiment. He died in that battle."

"The leader of the 127th regiment?" Xuan Zhi was shocked, "Is it Grandpa Huang's regiment?"

"En." Chen Jingpei nodded again, picked up a nut with his fingers, peeled the shell, and fed her while replying: "But the elders of the family always thought that the 127th regiment was wiped out in the Battle of Buyue Mountain. Never Think, there are still survivors."

"But this time, you may have done a great thing that made Chen's seniors feel grateful."

"Why?" When Xuan Zhi was confused, he opened his mouth to grab the crispy nuts he fed.

"Because the elders have always wanted to find the bones of my grandfather and the more than 1000 soldiers led by my grandfather." When Chen Jingpei said this, the worry in the bottom of his eyes became more intense, "It's just that the mountain is steep and harsh. , The personnel sent in to search were either mysteriously missing or severely disabled, and they were still unable to determine which dangerous area the soldiers of the 127th regiment died in Buyue Mountain."

"So, this matter has always been blocked by the military. Later, they gradually gave up the search. But the elders of the family have been thinking about this matter from beginning to end."

"Now, if Grandpa Huang is really a survivor of the 127th Regiment, then he is undoubtedly the only hope for recovering the bones of the 127th Regiment fighters."

After Xuan Zhi heard it, her heart twitched slightly, "So that's the case. But..."

She hesitated to speak, took a sip of the grape wine in a complicated mood, and said with a dry tone: "But Grandpa Huang has lost his memory, and he can't remember it anymore."

Coupled with mild Alzheimer's disease, I'm afraid I can't provide complete information.

Chen Jingpei remained silent and continued to peel nuts for her.

Xuan Zhi couldn't see what he was thinking, so she took the initiative to get close to him, put her arms around his neck, rubbed her hairy head against his neck bone, and comforted her: "But I think it will definitely be found."

Because the existence of Grandpa Huang is the most powerful proof of a miracle.

……

The night is getting darker.

As the movie drew to a close, Xuan Zhi drank most of the bottle of wine unknowingly, and began to show a cute and drunk state.

Chen Jingpei picked up the crook of her leg and carried her out.

"Chen Jingpei," Xuan Zhi's consciousness was muddled, with a muffled small voice moistened with grape wine, she stuck to the position closest to his heart, and murmured in despair, "I miss my mother..."

Chen Jingpei's footsteps suddenly paused.

Alcohol was in the marrow, Xuan Zhi couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality, and tightened his clothes tightly, "I also want to find my mother..."

She had a deep nasal voice, as if she was crying, "I miss my mother and uncle so much..."

"That Wen Xiezhou," the voice behind her got lower and lower, so low that Chen Jingpei could only distinguish it if he lowered his head and listened carefully, "It looks very similar... very similar to... me..."

The word "uncle" was suddenly stuck in his throat.

Chen Jingpei frowned lightly, and asked her in a low voice: "Who does it look like?"

Xuan Zhi didn't respond, Chen Jingpei waited for a moment, lowered his gaze, and saw her cheeks were flushed, her beautiful eyes were quietly and obediently closed.

At the corners of the eyes, there was a rouge color and teary eyes, like a peach blossom in spring smashed by the wind, stained with the rain and dew of the kite.

She fell asleep.

Twirling his clothes, he slept soundly.

Chen Jingpei hugged her even more distressed, and at this moment he truly realized that he knew too little about her family background and past...

(End of this chapter)