Luo Cheng wasn’t staying in the yard; after he waited for Madam Rong to enter the kitchen, he left...
By the time Tie Zhu came to his senses, he realized Luo Cheng was no longer there, and there was no one outside either.
Tie Zhu:...
Great, where did this unfamiliar fellow wander off to?
If you leave, at least say something, so I could have followed you for a stroll...
***
The three people had already seated themselves in the main hall, falling into silence for a time because, at the moment of truth, they didn’t know where to begin.
Neither Rong Yan nor Qin Ye were in any hurry to speak; they didn’t intend to be the first to break the silence.
After a while, Mr. Qin broke the quiet.
"Qin Ye, I presume you already know that your grandmother’s real name was Jiang Hua, and she wasn’t from around here, nor do you truly belong to this village."
On the way here, he had pumped Tie Zhu for information, albeit not much of it was useful.
Anyway, what he found out was that Qin Ye’s parents had both passed away, and he had relied on his two siblings for survival. At the end of last year, he married Rong Yan.
His gaze lingered on Qin Ye’s face for a while, noticing that his expression displayed no hint of fluctuation at the sudden revelation of his origins...
After thinking it over, he decided not to dawdle and slowly began to recount the past events...
The story, actually, wasn’t complicated; back then, the Jiang and Qin families suffered a tragic incident, and in order to protect Jiang Hua and the child she might have been carrying, they arranged for her to leave the city. But it seemed something still went wrong after that, as she was sent out of the city and then disappeared without a trace.
In the blink of an eye, forty-two years passed, and neither the Jiang nor the Qin families ever gave up the search, with the determination to bring back the lost person, or at least find her remains.
It became Old Qin’s obsession; for over forty years, he held on to life solely to find his wife, right?
Qin Ye’s expression was somber; he hadn’t expected to hear this.
"I only heard that my grandmother was supposedly saved by Qin Shengshi, and afterwards, she took up residence with the Qin Family. When my grandmother was rescued, she had amnesia... She died of difficult childbirth when giving birth to my father."
Since she was a foreigner with unknown origins, no celebratory feast was held, and needless to say, there was no marriage certificate either.
Mr. Qin did not receive any useful information from Qin Ye’s narrative, "In that case, I’ll find someone to inquire about the past."
At that moment, Rong Yan spoke up, "I think there’s someone you could find who definitely knows about the past."
Mr. Qin immediately looked at her, "Who?"
Rong Yan named someone, "The team leader and Qin Shouwang from Qin Family Village."
Mr. Qin was certainly going to investigate the truth of the past.
He felt sorry for the old man in his heart... but he could understand, in that era, how difficult it was for a woman alone with a child, especially one who had lost her memory.
"I’ll go find him and ask, where does he live?"
Qin Ye stood up, "I’ll take you there."
"Good," Mr. Qin nodded.
"Then you go, I won’t be joining," said Rong Yan.


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