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

"What? Sister Xue? You said she is Ji Xue? How is that possible! If it was really her, why wouldn't she recognize me for so long?" Jiang Wenming's face was full of astonishment, and he shook his head in disbelief and denied it.

At this time, Jiang Jiyun stared firmly at the figure curled up at the stove, and slowly said, "This egg tastes exactly the same as the one my mother made. You know, my mother doesn't even know where she came from, but she only remembers that two drops of soy sauce should be added when stewing eggs. Moreover, she only taught this unique method to Sister Ji Xue who lives next door."

As she spoke, her eyes never left the figure.

Hearing this, Jiang Wenming showed a puzzled expression on his face. He turned to look at the two people and asked, "It's just two drops of soy sauce. Is there really no one who does this here?"

Jiang Jiyun nodded without hesitation and answered confidently, "That's right. When we had dinner at the Lin family before, they specially invited a chef to cook, but I didn't see the step of adding soy sauce. I even asked him, and he said that they don't eat it that way here."

At this moment, the man suddenly uttered a series of rapid "Ahhh" sounds and shook his head vigorously, as if he was eager to deny his identity.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Wenming couldn't help but feel a little shaken, thinking that Jiang Jiyun's guess might be true.

So, he hugged the child tightly in his arms and walked towards the man, saying as he walked: "Since you said you are not Ji Xue, please take off your mask and let us see."

"Ah, ah, ah..." When she heard that she was going to take off the mask she was wearing, she refused excitedly.

At this moment, a clear and anxious shout came into everyone's ears: "Don't scare my sister A Ji!" It turned out that Fu Mengchun heard A Ji's voice and ran over, shouting at the top of his voice.

Then, Jiang Wenming was heard asking in a trembling voice with tears in his eyes: "A Ji? You are really Ji Xue, right? I am your uncle Jiang Wenming!" Tears had already blurred his eyes.

Jiang Jiyun suddenly recalled what Fu Jingming had said before - his sister once saved a woman, but the poor woman was brutally murdered. Her face was disfigured beyond recognition, the tendons of her hands and feet were severed, and even her tongue was cruelly cut off.

When Jiang Jiyun thought of this, his heart was broken. It was hard for him to imagine what kind of cruel and outrageous torture Sister Xue had endured!

"Sister Xue, Xiaoyun is in pain!" Jiang Jiyun could no longer suppress the pain and fear in his heart. He burst into tears and cried towards Jiang Jixue.

Hearing the child's heart-wrenching cry, Jiang Jixue's heart trembled violently and she turned around quickly.

When she saw the little face in front of her that was red from crying, she felt so distressed that Jiang Jiyun's eyes were filled with tears and her snot flowed uncontrollably.

So Jiang Jixue quickly stretched out his arms and hugged her tightly in his arms.

Afterwards, Jiang Jixue gently took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped away the tears and snot on Jiang Jiyun's face.

After everything was cleaned up, she hugged the little girl in her arms with all her strength, and finally couldn't help sobbing. Her sad cry was like a sob, echoing in the air.

Jiang Wenming opened his eyes wide, looking at his two nieces who were hugging each other tightly and crying, and his heart was filled with sadness.

He raised his hand and wiped the tears that kept flowing from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, then turned around and ran out the door, heading straight for the room where Fu Jingming was.

"You recognized her as Ji Xue a long time ago, right?" Jiang Wenming ran to Fu Jingming angrily while sobbing and asked in a trembling voice.

Fu Jingming frowned slightly, with a hint of helplessness and sadness in his eyes: "At first, her disfigured face and lost tongue really made it difficult for me to immediately confirm that she was Jiang Jixue."

"Later, when I asked her her name, I saw her biting a brush with difficulty and writing the word 'Ji' with great effort. At that moment, my heart was also shocked because the pronunciation of this word was too similar to that of 'Ji'."

"Plus, I had met her several times before and had some impression of her eyes, so I was sure that she was Jiang Jixue. Later, when I met you, I thought of asking Xiaoyun to go over and help check on her."

After hearing this, Jiang Wenming could no longer suppress the surging grief in his heart. His legs softened and he sat down on the ground with a plop. He covered his face with his hands and burst into tears: "What kind of suffering did she go through! Wuuuuu..."

At this time, Ma Chao and others were standing not far away, looking at Jiang Wenming, who was squatting on the ground and crying bitterly, with astonishment on their faces.

They looked at each other first, then turned their heads and looked towards the kitchen.

From there, waves of grief-stricken cries continued to be heard.

"Compared to those who were all massacred, the people in your village are already very lucky. So many people have been rescued by you. You have done a great job." Zhao Huashan came over and helped Jiang Wenming sit down.

"If only we had come earlier, could we have rescued them earlier?" Jiang Wenming said self-reproachfully.

"I seem to have heard that you came out this spring? Even if you came then, it would be useless. My sister found her in October last year." Fu Jingming patted Jiang Wenming on the shoulder to comfort him.

Ma Chao heard that it was October, when they were still near Y City, and they were still by the river.

In the kitchen, Jiang Jiyun hugged Jiang Jixue tightly, tears pouring out like a flood.

The image of the smiling Sister Xue kept appearing in her mind.

Ever since her brother left home to join the army, her mother would send her young daughter to Sister Xue's house every day when she went to work in the fields and ask her to help take care of the baby.

The days at that time were simple and happy. Jiang Jiyun was like a little tail, following Sister Xue all day long, inseparable.

Before the catastrophe, Jiang Jiyun still remembered that Sister Xue had already been engaged, but now after experiencing such a tragedy, even if she could return to her hometown one day, that family would probably not recognize the marriage.

Thinking of this, Jiang Jiyun secretly vowed that from now on he would protect Sister Xue well and never let her suffer any harm again, even if that person was his future brother-in-law.

Jiang Jiyun carefully took off the mask that Jiang Jixue was wearing. When she saw the familiar face covered with hideous knife wounds, her heart seemed to be pierced by thousands of steel needles at the same time, and she was in so much pain that she couldn't breathe.

Tears blurred her vision, but she still suppressed her grief and asked softly in a crying voice, "Does it hurt?"

Jiang Jixue raised her head slightly and looked at Jiang Jiyun with a somewhat evasive gaze. She saw that there was no fear or disgust in Jiang Jiyun's eyes, only full of worry and heartache. Her heart, which had long been broken, was slightly comforted.

"Ah...ah..." Jiang Jixue shook her head gently, making unclear sounds.

Despite this, Jiang Jiyun could still feel what she wanted to express - it didn't hurt.

While she was speaking, Jiang Jiyun caught a glimpse of the short piece of tongue in Jiang Jixue's mouth.

In an instant, all the sadness and anger surged into her heart like a volcanic eruption. She could no longer control her emotions and burst into tears again.

She really couldn't imagine what kind of amazing perseverance Sister Xue had relied on to survive at that time!