Traveling through the 1940s, the whole village was massacred at the beginning

Jiang Wenming approached slowly with some hesitation, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Brother-in-law, I am Jiang Wenming, the youngest son of Jiang Jiancai's family!"

As he finished speaking, an uneasy look appeared on his slightly immature face.

At the same time, Jiang Jiyuan also came over and said, "Uncle, my grandfather's name is Jiang Jianqun, my father is Jiang Wenshan, and I am Jiang Jiyuan. This is my sister, her name is Ji Yun." As he spoke, he gently patted his sister's shoulder.

Chen Hongyi was originally lying there with his eyes half-closed. After hearing these familiar names, he suddenly opened his eyes wide and focused his gaze with difficulty on the slightly unfamiliar yet familiar faces in front of him.

After a long while, he seemed to dig out his impression of Jiang Wenming from the depths of his memory - he was a naughty and troublesome guy when he was a child.

"You...you are really civilized? But...but why did you come here? This is Zhe Province, and there is Su Province between our hometown! How can the adults at home be at ease with just a few kids like you running here from so far away?" Chen Hongyi said while trying to struggle to sit up, enduring the discomfort in his body.

Xiaowu quickly stepped forward and helped him sit up, and even used their bags as a cushion behind him.

When Jiang Jiyun heard Chen Hongyi's question, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, as if blown away by a gust of cold wind.

Jiang Jiyuan on the side seemed to be under a spell, silent, just pursed his lips and lowered his head slightly.

Even Jiang Wenming, who had been somewhat excited just now, turned pale as paper. His lips trembled and opened and closed several times, but in the end he was unable to utter a complete word.

Chen Hongyi looked at the three children who had suddenly fallen silent, and a sudden ominous premonition surged in his heart. It felt like an invisible big hand was tightly grasping his heart, making him feel an indescribable pain.

Although his throat was already dry and hoarse, he still squeezed out a sentence with all his strength: "Did something happen in the village?"

Jiang Wenming nodded solemnly and said softly, "On that night in mid-May last year, the devils suddenly broke into the village, holding gleaming bayonets and cold gun barrels in their hands. They would kill anyone who dared to resist without mercy. Those villagers who were unfortunately caught were forcibly taken away without exception. On that night, almost half of the people in our village died tragically under the devil's butcher knife..."

Hearing this, Chen Hongyi felt a buzzing sound in his head, and his mind went blank in an instant.

His lips trembled and he wanted to ask about the whereabouts of his wife and children, but the words could not come out.

Because he was extremely afraid, fearing that the answer he would get would make him completely collapse, which would be an ending he could never bear.

At this time, Jiang Wenming's eyes slowly moved to the brother and sister holding hands. They lowered their heads, like children who had done something wrong. They didn't dare to look up at him, and they kept their lips tightly shut without saying a word. The whole scene fell into a heavy and depressing silence.

Finally, Jiang Wenming broke the suffocating silence and said to Chen Hongyi in an extremely soft, almost inaudible voice: "Brother-in-law, I have to tell you the cruel truth - Xiaobao is the only one in your family who survived by chance."

Before he could finish his words, Chen Hongyi's body shook violently, his eyes rolled back, and he fell straight backwards, fainting on the spot.

"Captain!" Xiao Wu was shocked when he saw Chen Hongyi fainted.

Jiang Jiyun hurried over and pinched his philtrum, and Chen Hongyi was quickly awakened.

Seeing the child still biting and gritting his teeth, Xiao Wu quickly pulled her away and said anxiously, "Stop biting, our leader has woken up."

Jiang Jiyun looked at the red nail mark under Chen Hongyi's nose and retreated to her brother's side guiltily.

"Yulan, she...she is..." Chen Hongyi wanted to ask about his wife's condition with tears in his eyes.

Jiang Jiyun recalled Aunt Yulan's entrustment and felt a pang of sadness in his heart. He slowly said, "Aunt Yulan was hidden in the cellar of her home by my third uncle and his wife in order to avoid the devils. Unfortunately, she was extremely frightened and gave birth prematurely. No one could help her when she was giving birth. But even so, Aunt Yulan relied on her courage and perseverance and successfully gave birth to Xiaobao. But...but after giving birth, she suffered a hemorrhage!" At this point, Jiang Jiyun couldn't help but choked up.

"At that time, I followed Xiaobao's faint crying all the way there. When I arrived, I found that Aunt Yulan was only breathing her last breath. She grabbed my hand with all her strength, entrusted Xiaobao to me, and begged me to send Xiaobao away so that he would have a chance to survive." Jiang Jiyun took a deep breath and tried to calm his excited emotions.

"Aunt Yulan told me that Xiaobao's father's name is Chen Hongyi, and she gave me a jade pendant as a token of trust. I have hung the jade pendant around Xiaobao's neck."

After saying this, Jiang Jiyun looked at Chen Hongyi, only to see that his eyes were red and tears were welling up in his eyes. It was obvious that he was experiencing great pain and torment in his heart.

After a long while, Chen Hongyi finally calmed down a little, but his voice was still trembling as he asked, "So, where did you send Xiaobao? Is he still alive now?"

At this moment, Chen Hongyi felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife. He really could not imagine, in this difficult time of war and chaos, when everyone was busy taking care of themselves and most people could not even get enough food to eat, which family would be willing to take in his newly born child?

When he thought of this, Chen Hongyi's heart tightened. He didn't even dare to imagine how long the poor child could survive.

"Xiaobao wasn't given away. He's now in the British Concession in Hu City with Uncle Six and his friends. Xiaoyun went into the Japanese camp and collected a lot of Japanese milk powder for him. He's been well taken care of and is plump and white. When we came out, he could already call uncle, sister and grandpa."

Chen Hongyi's eyes lit up after hearing Jiang Wenming's words. His child was still alive and was being well raised.

"I gave him the nickname Xiaobao. He doesn't have a real name yet." Jiang Jiyun looked up at him.

"Is the child a boy or a girl?" Chen Hongyi still didn't know whether it was a boy or a girl after hearing this.

"The boy is so naughty and always bullies me! I took great care of him!"

Jiang Jiyuan and Jiang Wenming both laughed. Jiang Wenming smiled and said, "That's because Xiaobao likes you, so he likes to stick to you."

"Xiaoyun, thank you! Thank you!..." Chen Hongyi thanked Jiang Jiyun gratefully.