The kitchen in the countryside was built big, covered with blue tiles, and smoke rose from the cracks of the tiles when a fire was lit. Ye Jiantian made two firewoods to cook the porridge in a casserole, the fire color shining on her face, that The warm fire did not melt the coldness in the depths of her eyes.
He pursed the corners of his mouth and replied softly, "I know that now they dare not provoke them, and I will not hold them. Don't let the current political review fail, and let all your efforts go in vain."
Uncle Gen sitting in the chair stared at the girl he and Chen Dongfeng had cultivated. He coughed and showed a rare dignity on his face. Looking at Ye Jian with a forbearing face, he said: "Grandpa Gen, I want to tell you. This matter, girl Jane, you have to listen carefully. When there is no eyebrow, even Major Xia can't tell it easily."
Ye Jian was startled, "You said."
This said that even the porridge was burnt and did not make Ye Jian regain his senses. Old Uncle Gen put the casserole aside and looked at Ye Jian who was obviously still in shock with pity.
"I'm a little messy, Grandpa Gen, a bit... I don't understand." Ye Jian's calm voice was full of panic, and the volume of news was too big. She was so dizzy when it came to her that she didn't get a clue.
Grandpa Gen said that grandpa and grandma entrusted their only son Ye Xinfan to Mrs. Ye. As a result, Mrs. Ye lost Ye Xinfan and exchanged it with her father.
Before she was digested, Grandpa Gen threw out another explosive secret and told her own mother... It is very likely that she would have died because of that piece of jade!
Why is it so messy, so complicated... It's not even simple for my mother's sacrifice.
No, no, something is wrong.
Ye Jian, who looked up from the panic, looked at Old Uncle Gen with black eyes that were particularly bright because of the cold color, and whispered: "Grandpa, my dad died unexpectedly. My mother died on the mission. Do you remember that time, Mrs. Ye? Did something happen?"
"Where are Ye Zhixiang and Sun Yaozu? In the village or outside?"
This time it was Old Uncle Gen’s turn to be puzzled. He pondered for a while and replied: "It was less than three months before and after your father died and your mother died, and I happened to be in the army, and when I hurried back, all of your mother’s belongings were handed over to Sun Dongqing. With Ye Zhifan's hands."
"But it is certain that the old lady Ye must be in the village, and Ye Zhixiang and Sun Yaozu did not return to the village. Girl Jane, what do you mean by asking this...?"
"Grandpa, I suspect that my father's death has a lot to do with Mrs. Ye and Ye Zhixiang's couple." Ye Jian pressed her mouth with a sword-like glow in her eyes, "I have never doubted before, more than 40 years before the college entrance examination. When the old lady Tianye broke into the school and wanted to forcibly move my hukou, I was angry and asked my parents’ photos out..."
Speaking of this, Ye Jian only felt that her throat was as dry as a knife cut, "I found that their mother and daughter were totally afraid to look at my dad's photos. Ye Zhixiang was guilty of conscience, and Mrs. Ye was fortunate, so I doubted me. Dad passed away unexpectedly... there is another secret."
The unsatisfied old uncle heard the words, his expression tense, and a chill began to appear, "Your dad passed away three months, and your mother called me and told me that she was going to perform a task and told me that if she had any accidents. It might have something to do with a piece of jade, girl Jane, only Old Lady Ye knew when your mother left the village, and only Old Lady Ye knew when your father left the village to work."