When Mrs. Liu finished telling this story, the chickens in the village started to crow one after another.

My parents felt very uncomfortable after hearing this. My father was mainly worried about my mother's physical condition, and at the same time, he was afraid that our family would be destroyed inexplicably like Lao Zhengtou's family.

But as a man and the pillar of the family, he knew that he had to stand up at this time, at least it would be good to speak.

So he stuttered and asked Mrs. Liu, "What kind of person is Captain Chen?"

In this situation, my father tried his best to calm down and quickly recalled the story that Mrs. Liu just told in his mind. He always felt that there would be someone in that story to solve his worries. Although my father was still very scared, he keenly grabbed the key character in the story, Captain Chen!

In Liu Sao's story, the captain named Chen could not be an ordinary person. Not to mention his magical roar, just from the scene where he saw the death of Lao Zhengtou's family without any reaction, he was not an ordinary person.

You know, even when my parents heard this scene from Mrs. Liu, they were frightened, let alone the people they saw with their own eyes.

"Then how can I know?" Mrs. Liu gave my father a blank look, meaning that she also heard from her sisters. How could she know what kind of person Captain Chen is?

My mother finally recovered. I don’t know if she was too involved in listening to the story or if someone at home made her feel safe, her stomach was not uncomfortable, but she was still very weak.

My mother saw my father's concerns, so she spoke to my father: "Didn't Lao Zheng's grandson die before this happen? Look at our child, don't live well? I guess I haven't had a good sleep these two days."

At the end, she paused, as if she had thought of something, and struggled to get out of bed.

"What are you doing?" My dad saw my mom pretending to get out of bed, so he quickly stopped him.

"It's dawn, I'll make some porridge for you. Mrs. Liu, I've been busy all night. You can have some breakfast here and then go back to rest!"

This was the case with rural people at that time. It was normal for them to work the next day after giving birth. But my father felt sorry for my mother and refused to let her get out of bed.

My dad didn't say a word, but pressed my mom down and lie down again, covering her with the quilt, and then my dad said, "What are you doing? (What do you mean by doing) I'll do it. Sister Liu, I'll have porridge at home before going to rest."

After saying that, my dad didn't care whether Mrs. Liu agreed or not, and went out of the house and headed for the kitchen.

After breakfast, Mrs. Liu went home.

When my mother was sleeping in a daze, my father fed a bowl of rice that was soaked in chicken soup, and then she fell asleep again.

I was fed some "nutrition" by my dad (Jiangxi dialect, rice soup made of rice) and stopped making trouble. My dad held me until I fell asleep. He put me in the cradle and sat on the door of the house and rolled up his cigarette.

Although there were whole packs of cigarettes sold in that era, my family was in a remote mountain village in Jiangxi, and there was no whole pack of cigarettes to buy.

At that time, my dad had several packs of cigarettes that he asked someone to bring in the countryside. He was reluctant to smoke, so he wrapped them tightly in plastic bags and placed them on the old-fashioned wardrobe more than one meter high in his room. Only during the Chinese New Year would he take off the plastic bags, wipe off the dust that had been covered for a year, and then took out a pack and sucked them very much.

On weekdays, he would roll up the tobacco with his tongue and lick the connection. The cigarette paper could be rolled up firmly, then a normal foreign match was lit, and then he began to suck the clouds and spit out the mist.

Later, according to my father's recollection, he didn't know how much cigarette he rolled that day, nor how long it took. In short, after my mother was woken up by my crying, he threw away the cigarette in his hand and swept a dustpan of cigarette butts with a broom.

"Hungry?"

My dad never seems to say anything caring about people. When he saw my mom woke up, he naturally thought that she didn't eat anything in the morning and didn't ask my mom if she felt better.

Fortunately, my mother had long been used to my dad's method. She nodded, got up and sat on the edge of the bed, reached into the cradle, and hugged me in her hand.

My dad didn't say a word, turned around and went out to warm chicken soup for my mom.

After a while, my dad heated up the chicken soup and took me back to the cradle from my mom's hand, my dad habitually looked up at the wall clock. It was already noon. My dad brought the chicken soup to my mom, turned back to the kitchen, and gave me "nutrition".

After my dad fed me some "nutrition", I stopped making trouble and lie in the cradle and fell asleep. Only then did my mom and my dad start discussing the uproar.

"Old Zhang, I just... had that dream again." My mother put down the bowl, thought about it, and told my father. After all, after listening to Sister Liu's story, my mother was not worried that it was fake. But this time my mother was not afraid.

Later, according to my mother's recollection, she said that when she had the third dream, she knew very clearly in the dream and remembered what Mrs. Liu said, but when she thought of me who was just born, my mother said that she didn't know where the courage came from, and she felt very angry, and then she was no longer afraid and scolded the person in the dream. But my mother doesn't remember what she scolded.

Many years later, when I heard my mother talk about this past, I couldn't help but burst into tears. Is this the nature of my mother to protect her children, and is it maternal love?

I think this may be a kind of talent for all mothers. It is something that has always been afraid of. As long as you think of your children, you actually have the courage to face it or even fight hard!

After listening to what my mother said, my dad was silent for a long time and looked at me who was sleeping. He seemed to have made some decisions.

After a while, my dad gritted his teeth and said to my mom, "I'll put the child in Lao Wu's house for two days. I'll set out to the city later. I'll find Captain Chen if I live or die!"

Lao Wu’s family and my family are neighbors who are about one kilometer apart, and they have a very good relationship with my family.

This is not because my father is worried that my mother can’t take care of me alone, but because he remembered the laughter of the baby in the story told by Sister Liu. It seems that everything happened because of the laughter of the baby.

So, my dad was a little afraid of me, but he couldn't bear to leave me alone, so he had to leave me at home for two days.

This is accusation of death, who was still in his infancy at the time. I didn’t do anything. I was still a child at that time!

My dad made a decision, but my mom didn't. Although she knew what my dad meant, when she heard that my dad was going to send me away, she still said to my dad excitedly: "No! The child is the flesh on my body, I can't let him go no matter what!"

My father is a man with a strong man and a terrifying temper. The decision he made was not allowed to be opposed by others. Seeing my mother's excited reaction, he was already worried and immediately burst into tears, and his voice couldn't help but become louder: "What are you going to do? Keep this kid by your side, can I go to the city with confidence?"

My dad felt much more comfortable when he yelled, but he woke me up.

As a baby, no matter what the reason is, he will cry non-stop. This crying made my father irritable again and Wuming became angry. My father didn't wait for my mother to say anything, so he picked me up and turned around and walked out of the house.

While walking, he shouted, "I'll send this beast to Lao Wu's house!"

Well, my dad was just afraid that I would bring some disaster to the family before, but now he directly defined me as a "beast", as if I would really destroy my old Zhang family's door like Lao Zheng's grandson.

My mother was quick-eyed and fast-handed. She didn't even have time to put on her shoes. She jumped off the bed, held my dad's arm, and sat half on the ground, crying while trying hard to prevent my dad from taking a step forward. She was just too sad and couldn't say a complete sentence.

But how could my mother's strength be as strong as my father? In addition, my father's awesome temper came to his feet, so he hugged me and dragged my mother forward step by step.

Just when my dad was about to cross the door of the house, he was blocked by a man. The man was shorter than my dad, but the figure blocking my dad's way was so stable. No matter how my dad took his head to the man and hit the man with his body on his side, the man didn't move at all.

My dad was about to scold him, but the man spoke calmly: "No need to go, I'm here."
Chapter completed!