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"Uncle Jing's surname is Jing?"

Xu Zize looked at Jing Yi seriously, his brows slightly furrowed in an inquiring manner, as if he was trying to find the answer from the other person's expression.

When Jing Qiurong introduced Jing Yi just now, she simply said that he was her eldest brother's subordinate. It was common to have subordinates with the same surname in the army, but Xu Zize still felt a little strange.

After all, there were many orphans in the army, some abandoned by their parents and brothers, and even beggars willing to serve as soldiers as long as they could eat. Therefore, there were many who didn't know their surnames at all, or who simply changed their surnames.

To show their loyalty, many of these soldiers would simply take their superior's surname, so it wasn't surprising that the Jing family army had subordinates with the surname Jing, and there were even more who changed their surnames to Jing. However, facing Jing Yi, Xu Zize couldn't help but want to ask for clarification.

But in the eyes of Jing Chunxi and Jing Qiurong, Xu Zize was digging deep into the matter and getting to the bottom of it.

Jing Yi looked slightly downcast when he heard this. He lowered his head slightly and spoke in a muffled voice, "My life was saved by the general. I have no memories before the age of five or six, and I don't even know my original surname. This life also belongs to the general, so naturally my surname is Jing."

He paused, as if trying to recall something, but ultimately shook his head. Combining his own limited memories with the circumstances of the general's rescue, he knew he was being hunted. It was impossible to say he didn't care about his past, but he didn't have a strong desire to pursue it.

After all, those memories have become blurred, with only some scattered fragments left, like dust blown away by the wind, which can never be pieced together again.

"Where did the general save you? Does Uncle Jing still remember?" Xu Zize asked in a seemingly unintentional tone, just out of normal concern, but Jing Chunxi heard something different.

She frowned slightly, with a hint of vigilance in her eyes, and stared at Xu Zize, as if trying to guess what he meant.

Jing Yi, however, was unaware of this. He was simply immersed in his own memories, his voice somewhat low: "On the way back to the Northland from the capital, the general said that I was being hunted by five or six people.

At that time, I was still quite injured, very skinny, and my clothes were torn."

He paused, a look of pain flashing in his eyes, and his voice choked: "If it weren't for the general's rescue, I would have died."

When he said this, Jing Yi's face was full of sadness. He looked at Xu Zize opposite him with confused and empty eyes, as if he was lost in the shadow of the past.

Jing Qiurong and Jing Chunxi had never seen Jing Yi like this before. They also said that this was the first time they heard him talk about such a tragic experience. They had only mentioned it lightly before, saying that it was General Jing Changjiang who saved him. They had never expected that he was actually being hunted at the time.

Being hunted down at the age of five or six, what a huge hatred! Where were his parents when he was being hunted? Where were his relatives? Why couldn't they protect him?

Jing Qiurong couldn't help but sigh in her heart, with a bit of heartache in her eyes. She stared at Jing Yi closely, as if trying to find the answer from his eyes.

Jing Chunxi frowned tightly, with a hint of anger in her eyes. She couldn't understand who could be so cruel as to do such a cruel thing to a five or six-year-old child.

Jing Yi said gloomily, "It's impossible for me to travel far away alone at that age. Maybe the relatives who came with me were also killed." After saying that, he closed his eyes and turned his head to the side. I wonder if he was crying secretly where they couldn't see.

His voice was low and trembling, as if he was trying hard to suppress his emotions.

Xu Zize couldn't help but ask, "Do you want to find your relatives?"

This statement successfully drew everyone's attention to him, but everyone's eyes were filled with suspicion. Jing Chunxi also wondered: Can we still find them? After all, so many years have passed, and there are no clues at all. Finding relatives is not easy.

"If my parents are gone, my other relatives may not want me to be alive. It's better not to have relatives like them." Jing Yi's answer stunned everyone.

In fact, Jing Yi had thought about looking for the traces of the past over the years, but he felt that the fight against him would not be without reason. If he found his relatives, it would open his wounds again. Facing the bloody reality, it is better to muddle through and live the present life peacefully.

He had longed for his family over the years, but if the person being hunted was one of his own, he would rather seal all his memories and let his heart die completely. He raised his head slightly, his eyes holding a hint of determination, as if he had already made up his mind.

"If you have relatives, you should look for them; if you have enemies, you should avenge them. Making random guesses is unfair to both you and your relatives.

There might be some misunderstanding. What if your parents cried themselves blind trying to find you? "

Xu Zize seemed to be very concerned about Jing Yi's affairs. The young boy actually said something that seemed very reasonable, and everyone else thought he was right.

Jing Qiurong nodded slightly, with a look of approval in her eyes.

Although Jing Chunxi was still thinking, he felt that his master should do as Xu Zize said, cheer up and find his family, and also find out his enemies.

This revenge must be taken, otherwise it would be unfair to my uncle for helping me.

Jing Yi still shook his head: "No more looking, I feel good to be able to be with the general in this life." He smiled bitterly, with a hint of relief in his eyes.

After saying that, he looked deeply at Jing Qiurong beside him, with a bit of tenderness in his eyes: "In Qingshan Villa, there are... so many children, which is also good." His voice was very soft, with a hint of warmth, as if he was comforting himself, and as if he was comforting everyone.

With Jing Yi mentioned, everyone's mood darkened along with Jing Yi's. Although the meal was delicious, no one ate much and quickly dispersed.

After leaving the front yard, Jing Yi and Xu Zize were still planning to go to the tables under the banyan tree for a drink. They walked side by side, their steps heavy, as if they were both affected by the previous conversation.

Jing Chunxi went to watch the children play for a while. The children's laughter was clear and pleasant, which quickly dispelled the haze in his heart.

It was not until late at night and the croaking of frogs could be heard that the teacher came out to chase the children away, and everyone dispersed.