A small breakfast shop in the street market, supporting the family and making money

"Miss Leng, I really want to thank you for today. The food is very delicious and the master is enjoying it very much."

Sheng Yuxing said, bringing another piece of news, "Miss Leng, I would like to ask, is there an elder in your family whose whereabouts are still unknown?"

Leng Yan was stunned when he heard this, and immediately thought of his uncle who had no news from home.

"I wonder why Mr. Sheng is asking this?"

Leng Yan didn't know the reason and spoke tentatively.

"Well, here's what happened. Yesterday, my grandmother met a lady from the capital. The lady mentioned this matter during the conversation and asked a few more questions about your family. She said she had an inexplicable sense of familiarity with you.

Finally, she said that her master has been looking for his relatives. "

"That lady is Mrs. Leng."

Leng Yan understood and immediately thought of Madam Leng who came that day.

"Exactly."

Sheng Yuxing was surprised, "Has she already come to your house?"

"Not really." Leng Yan shook his head, "I just had a few meals in the shop."

Leng Yan was a little hesitant when she saw Madam Leng's abnormal behavior last time. Moreover, she carefully compared the faces of Madam Leng's two children, Leng Jiaren and Leng Nianzhi, and the more she looked at them, the more familiar they seemed to her.

Especially when her father saw Leng Jiaren and Leng Nianzhi, his stunned expression was as if he saw someone else through them.

She had this feeling at the time, but after the incident with Wang Qingshu, the whole family was busy and didn't think about it carefully, and put it out of her mind.

But now when I think about it carefully, although it seems a little unbelievable, what if it happens?

After saying goodbye to Sheng Yuxing, Leng Yan turned around and went to the kitchen to find her father.

"What's wrong, girl Yan?"

Leng Xun was cleaning the stove when his daughter hurriedly pulled him aside. He couldn't help but ask.

"father."

Leng Yan organized her words a little before speaking softly.

"Do you remember that cold lady from last time?"

"Do you think her children look familiar?"

"You think so too. I thought I was too nervous and saw it wrong..."

Leng Xun was confused for a moment when he heard this, but after realizing what his daughter meant, he couldn't help but look at her in shock.

"Yan girl, what do you mean?"

Leng Xun was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth. He murmured, "Mrs. Leng's son Leng Nianzhi looks a bit like your uncle."

"But it's been too long, or maybe I can't remember clearly. If you can let your grandfather see the child, he will definitely be able to tell the difference."

Leng Yan nodded uncertainly and repeated what Sheng Yuxing had just said.

“There shouldn’t be such a coincidence in the world. Madam Leng’s husband was injured and lost his memory and has been searching for his relatives for many years.

My uncle had been out of service for many years and there had been no news of him.

The two are of the same age, and even the scars on their faces match. Madam Leng’s children look so much like my uncle…”

A strong and urgent thought lingered between the father and daughter.

The two looked at each other, and before they could say anything, Daqiang from the front hall suddenly came hurriedly.

"Boss, Boss Yan, that lady Leng is here."

The father and daughter were startled when they heard this, and as if they had thought of something, they hurried to the front hall.

It was already past noon and the diners who had been eating in the front hall had gradually dispersed. Only a few aunts in the shop were cleaning up.

As soon as the father and daughter entered the hall, they saw Mrs. Leng, her children, and a tall man entering the shop.

"Boss Leng and Miss Leng, this is my husband Leng Gui whom I mentioned to you."

Mrs. Leng introduced with a smile, and Leng Gui nodded lightly without any expression.

When Leng Xun and his daughter heard this, their eyes were fixed on the tall man in tacit understanding. Then Leng Yan was stunned, and her father Leng Xun just opened his mouth wide, stunned.

After a long while, he spoke in disbelief, stammering and uncertainly: "Big, big brother?"

Compared to Leng Xun's excitement, the tall man had a look of indifference mixed with a hint of doubt.

"you are?"

Leng Xun's face froze, and he looked at him uncertainly for a few more times before cautiously probing the question:

"I am Leng Xun, your younger brother, the one who followed you around every day when we were little, pestering you to pick fruits for me."

Leng Xun's face was excited, as if he missed someone or was heartbroken. His hands were shaking as he trembled, and he wanted to hug the elder brother in his memory. But looking at the man with a puzzled look on his face, he didn't dare to go forward, fearing that all this was fake.

"I'm sorry, my husband was injured and lost his memory. He doesn't remember anything from the past."

Upon seeing this, Mrs. Leng hurried out to explain and ease the awkwardness, and then the group sat down and explained their purpose.

Mrs. Leng's idea coincided with theirs. She also felt that there were not so many coincidences in the world, so she brought her husband to recognize his relatives. But now it seems that her husband has no impression at all.

On the Leng family's side, besides Leng Xun, the only ones present who had memories of their uncle Leng Kang were Zhang Cuiniang.

When Leng Kang went to recruit soldiers, Leng Su and Leng Huai were not born yet.

Leng Yan followed behind, thought for a moment and asked carefully, "Mom, do you have any impression?"

Zhang Cui Niang raised her eyes and looked,

"They look alike, but so many years have passed, and there are still some..."

She felt that he looked familiar but didn't dare to recognize him. After all, when Leng Kang went to recruit soldiers, she had not yet married into the Leng family.

At that time, it was just because she and Leng Xun were childhood sweethearts.

When I was a child, I often played with Leng Xun, and I often heard Leng Xun talk about his older brother and how great his older brother was.

Sometimes when she went to Leng's house to play with Leng Xun, she would catch a glimpse of Leng Kang from afar.

Zhang Cuiniang married her childhood sweetheart Leng Xun two or three years after Leng Kang served in the army.

In fact, she was quite young at that time, but because her parents fell ill and passed away one after another, her parents had no choice but to entrust her to Leng Xun before they died, asking him to take good care of Zhang Cuiniang.

More than ten years have passed in a flash, and the people around me are no longer the same.

Seeing this, Leng Yan pondered for a while and thought it would be better to take it home and let his grandfather recognize it to see if it could help him recall some memories.

Go visit the place where you lived as a child, and meet your father who knows you best. If you are really destined to be together, it will be a wish come true.

Afterwards, the Leng family drove an ox cart, and Mrs. Leng and her family had a horse carriage, and they swayed all the way into the village.

Leng Gui, who was sitting in the carriage, couldn't help but lift the curtain and look at the scene of the village outside the window. It was obviously strange, yet so familiar.

It was as if everything here had appeared in his dreams. For some reason, the further he walked into the village, the stronger this feeling became, until they stopped in front of a door.

The house looks very new, probably having been built not long ago, and there is no sense of familiarity at all.