PDLP Chapter 153: The Tragic Child Whose Identity Was Stolen and Died Tragically (1)
Chapter 153: The Tragic Child Whose Identity Was Stolen and Died Tragically (1)
After completing the employment procedures, Feifei moved into the staff apartment.
Zizi used his points to exchange rooms with the tasker next door.
From then on, Feifei lived opposite her parents.
Wen Nuan and Wang Jianshe had bought a vacation for more than 20 days, so Fei Fei was not in a hurry to complete the task.
I stayed in the apartment with my parents for a long time.
Finally, Wang Jianshe, the wife-loving slave, couldn't stand not being able to spend time with his wife every day.
After giving the Soul Refining Technique to his son, he locked him up in his own apartment and let him practice alone.
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, the vacation is over.
Feifei started her first mission yesterday.
Wen Nuan and Wang Jianshe also sat on the sofa waiting for the arrival of the new client.
A circle of light appeared, and a couple in grass-green military uniforms appeared in front of the two.
Looking at their attire and the medals on their shoulders,
Wang Jianshe stood up and saluted immediately.
Although Wen Nuan didn't understand what was going on, she immediately followed her man and stood up.
When the client couple saw Wang Jianshe’s military salute, they quickly returned it.
Wang Jianshe knew that the couple in front of him were revolutionary martyrs, and he respectfully asked them to sit down.
Wen Nuan looked at the two people in surprise as they were surrounded by black air and wisps of golden light of merit.
She tugged on Wang Jianshe's collar curiously and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"
Wang Jianshe leaned close to Wen Nuan's ear and whispered, "They are wearing Type 50 military uniforms, which are the uniforms from the early days of the People's Republic of China. So, they must be admirable revolutionary martyrs."
Wen Nuan suddenly realized why the man was so respectful when he saw them for the first time.
Wang Jianshe did not think of greeting the client, but said in a very friendly manner, "Please tell me what you want."
The man among the clients nodded slightly and began to tell his story.
"My name is Liu Zhongquan, and this is my wife Zhang Min. My wife and I joined the anti-R revolutionary team in 1940.
Because of the cruelty of the war, although we got married, we never had children.
It was not until 1944 that my wife became unexpectedly pregnant and gave birth to a son. As the team was about to move, we had no choice but to leave the child with a farmer's family in the village where we were stationed at the time. Before leaving, we named the child Liu Guoan, hoping that the country would soon be at peace and we could be reunited as a family.
We were separated for six years until the establishment of the New China and the overall situation gradually stabilized. Only then did we return to the village to look for the children we had been forced to leave behind.
However, after arriving at the village, we found out that the village was completely burned down the second year after we left because of the invaders' final struggle and counterattack. Since then, we lost track of the child and began to look for him everywhere.
But after three years of searching, we still couldn't find the child. It was not until the autumn of the fourth year that we got news of the child.
As soon as I got the news, my wife and I set out to look for the child. Finally, we found our child, whom we hadn't seen for nearly ten years, in a small rural village in another province.
We learned from the child's adoptive parents that on the day the enemy launched a counterattack, the mistress of the farm where we entrusted the child took the child to Lin County to attend her mother's birthday party, so the child was fortunately able to escape the disaster.
However, after learning that the man of the family and other children were all killed, the hostess was heartbroken and passed away a few days later. Before she died, she entrusted our child to her sisters and told them about the child's life experience, hoping that the child could be reunited with us in the future.
Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, the child's adoptive parents also asked about us, but for various reasons, we missed him. Fortunately, we did not give up the search, so we finally found him!
At that moment, my wife and I were extremely surprised. Looking at the cleanly dressed, fair-skinned and tender child, we knew that the child's adoptive parents took very good care of the child, even better than their own children!
The adoptive parents have a pair of children. The daughter is five years older than our child, and the son is about the same age as our child. But unfortunately, the child is a fool and his face was injured due to an accident. He looks very scary.
Looking at the little fool curled up in the corner, and then looking at our fair-skinned child, we were extremely grateful to the child's adoptive parents!
Later we wanted to take the child away, but because the child had been raised by adoptive parents, he was reluctant to leave them. We were also grateful to the adoptive parents for raising the child, so after seeking their consent, we brought the adoptive parents and their family to Beijing.
After arriving in Beijing, we found jobs for the child's adoptive parents and arranged accommodation for them, so that they could settle down in Beijing.
The child liked his adoptive parents very much and often stayed at their home. At that time, the country had just been founded and all industries were waiting to be developed. My wife and I were very busy with work, so we did not stop the child from interacting with his adoptive parents. On the contrary, we were very grateful to the adoptive parents for taking care of the child.
In this way, life gradually calmed down.
It was not until the turmoil began, when the child was 22 years old, that we started looking for a wife for him at the suggestion of his adoptive parents.
However, what we didn't expect was that the kid actually fell in love with the daughter of our arch-enemy and wanted to marry her.
Originally, as long as the children liked it, we had no intention of blocking their fate, but that family really had problems with their family traditions, and our sworn enemy was even more ruthless and vicious in doing things, so we persuaded the child to give up.
Unexpectedly, because of this persuasion, the child hated us. Under the instigation of his mortal enemy, the child reported both of us, just because before joining the revolution, both of us had traveled abroad.
My husband and I were heartbroken after being betrayed by our child, but out of guilt for leaving him when he was young, we did not hate him. We just repeatedly told him to be careful, and then we were sent to the barren Northwest for labor reform.
We thought that when we arrived in the Northwest, the child would get what he wanted and live a peaceful life in the future, but we didn't expect that he would eventually be framed and killed tragically on the street by our mortal enemy.
In the second year after we arrived in the Northwest, we received a thick envelope containing a letter and a dozen photos.
The photo shows the tragic death of the child, as well as the tragic death of the stupid son of his adoptive parents.
In addition to being extremely sad, we wondered why our sworn enemy would film the death of his adoptive parents and children for us. After reading the letter, we learned the whole truth!
What a sad, lamentable and hateful truth! "