"Hello, Comrade Cha."

Wei Ran greeted the other party in slightly unfamiliar Chinese, "I have received the gift you asked Chaning to give me."

"How about using those gifts for a chance to talk alone?" Zha Xifeng looked straight at Wei Ran and asked in a very straightforward manner.

"certainly"

Wei Ran agreed happily, "I'm also curious about the story behind this gift. Please come with me."

With that said, he finally let go of the other person's hand and led him into the basement of the library.

“It’s quiet enough here”

Wei Ran asked the other party into the studio, "What would you like to drink?"

"Tea," Zha Xifeng said as he sat down on the sofa, "or coffee, too."

"Wait a moment" Wei Ran smiled and slowly brewed a cup of black tea for guests.

"Those two things came from my adoptive father."

Zha Xifeng took advantage of Wei Ran to pour tea and directly told the story about those two things.

"He...he seems to be a Chinese."

When Zha Xifeng finished saying this, he stopped, and the words he just said were also full of uncertainty.

"It seems?" Wei Ran asked while handing the tea to the other party, "He is now..."

"died"

Zha Xifeng shook his head, "Those who were killed by landmines were killed many years ago."

Hearing this, Wei Ran asked thoughtfully, "Can you please tell me how you... um... got to know each other?"

“Let’s start with my experience.”

Zha Xifeng did not hide anything, "My mother is a guerrilla, and my biological father... my biological father is an American soldier. He raped my mother's American soldier."

"A child left in the dust?" Wei Ran raised his eyebrows and said a unique title with special meaning.

"What a poetic title."

There was undisguised sarcasm in Zha Xifeng's tone, "Shortly after the Americans left Yueyun, my mother died. She was beaten to death by the villagers.

Later, the war between Yueji and China started again. When I was 10 years old, I also became a scout militia.

Can you believe it? I didn't get any training at the time, and the only weapons I was given were two grenades and a buffalo for cover."

During the slightly long silence and Wei Ran's patient waiting, Zha Xifeng continued, "At that time, the Chinese artillery shells always landed near our village, because there was an artillery unit stationed nearby, and we militiamen also fought for them.

work.

But I am very timid, so every time I conduct a reconnaissance, I always find a place to hide and hope that both myself and the buffalo will survive."

"This is different from the more difficult child soldiers I know," Wei Ran said in a calm tone.

“I never considered myself Vietnamese”

Zha Xifeng spread her hands and said, "My mother is a guerrilla who once received help from China and was a guerrilla who pushed a permanent bicycle to transport supplies on the Ho Chi Minh Trail.

Later, she was captured by the Americans and became pregnant with an American child. Later, my mother found a way to escape and returned to the village where she grew up, and gave birth to me not long after."

"You don't look like a mixed race," Wei Ran said carefully.

"My mother said that my father is Asian-American, maybe, maybe Asian, after all..."

Zha Xifeng said with a bitter look, "This is probably the only good news. At least after I was born, I was not ostracized or discriminated against because of my appearance.

But not long after, when Yue Yu and Hua Xia were about to fight, my mother died. She was beaten to death by the villagers on the charge of... treason."

"Sorry for reminding you of sad things." Wei Ran said as he handed the other party a cigarette.

"It was a long time ago"

Zha Xifeng took the cigarette and said mockingly, "I don't even remember my mother's face. After my mother passed away, I had a relatively stable life, but when the war started, nothing happened. How long did it take for someone to expose my background? I wanted to prove that I was a Vietnamese and a valuable Vietnamese.

So I was also sent to the battlefield and became a militiaman responsible for reconnaissance, sentry and patrol."

Taking a deep breath, Zha Xifeng took a puff of cigarette and continued, "In the spring of 1984, I remember clearly that when I was patrolling, I still encountered Chinese soldiers who I was afraid of, but they did not kill me. Just tied me to a tree and gagged me.

I will never forget those people. They had green camouflage masks and oil paint on their faces. They were wearing green camouflage uniforms and carrying radios on their backs. Those are the ones we, the patrol militia, need to focus on."

Having said this, Zha Xifeng looked up at Wei Ran, "Can you believe it? If you find these people, you can receive two American cans, an American compressed biscuit and two candies."

"Then what?" Wei Ran asked subconsciously.

"Those Chinese soldiers didn't kill me, they just took the grenade from my pocket and put two compressed biscuits and a few pineapple-flavored candies in it."

After the second brief silence, Zha Xifeng continued, "Just that evening, the artillery position and the cave where ammunition was stored near our village were shelled.

When those Chinese people showed up in front of me again to untie the rope that bound me, they even captured an officer."

Artillery guidance and prisoner capture missions? Can these two overlap? Or did they just catch a tongue?

When Wei Ran subconsciously began to analyze the mission carried out by the Chinese team, he heard him continue, "One of them asked me if I wanted to survive. Of course I do."

"So we took you away too?" Wei Ran asked casually.

Zha Xifeng nodded, "I'm worried that the people in the village and the troops will know that it was because of me that they were shelled.

I was scared, so I agreed to let them tie me up and take me away. But the soldier who spoke Vietnamese also promised to release me at dawn the next day.”

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "They released you the next day?" Wei Ran continued to ask, following the topic.

Zha Xifeng nodded again and continued in the swirling smoke, "But I didn't dare to go back to the village at all, so I decided to hide in a town dozens of kilometers away.

But not long after they released me, explosions and firefights broke out in the direction the Chinese soldiers left.

I don’t know what I was thinking at the time, but I ran over after the firefight ended.”

After saying this, Zha Xifeng couldn't help pinching her arm, "When I rushed there, I found nothing except the bodies of several Vietnamese refugee soldiers and a few pools of blood.

I found some money and food on the bodies, and then led my buffalo into the jungle.

I ran for a long time, and then I couldn't run anymore, so I continued running on a buffalo, and then..."

Zha Xifeng shuddered, "Then the buffalo stepped on a landmine, and the cow was killed. Although I survived, my legs were also broken, and my body was completely suppressed by the cow's corpse.

Can't even move.

I thought I was definitely going to die, but not long after, a Chinese soldier appeared, he rescued me and took me out of the minefield."

"Your adoptive father?"

"My adoptive father, that was the first time we met."

Zha Xifeng put out the cigarette butt and said, "His condition is not good either. One leg is tied with a blood-stained bandage and he is limping. But he still carried me out of the minefield."

"later..."

"Surviving is not as easy as you think"

Zha Xifeng sighed, "The mine explosion alerted the surrounding militiamen, and many people were chasing us. At first, he took me to hide, bandaged my wounds, and then placed me by the stream and asked me to shout for help.

Later, the militiamen came, but they wanted to kill me directly. Just when the militiamen raised their guns at me, my adoptive father shot me again and saved me.

After that, I lost consciousness, and I only vaguely remembered that he was carrying me on his back to avoid being rounded up by the militiamen."

"In the end you survived," Wei Ran said firmly.

"Yeah, we survived."

Zha Xifeng said with a sad smile, "He took me to a small village and put me on the edge of a well. Before leaving, he stuffed a fruit candy in my mouth. Later, I was picked up by the villagers.

He was found and rescued."

"Where is your adoptive father?" Wei Ran asked subconsciously.

"It will be 90 years since we meet again."

Zha Xifeng let out a long breath, "In the autumn of 1990, he appeared again in the village that had been bombarded. By that time, I had already returned there, and I was already 17 years old. The only thing that remained unchanged was that I was still herding cattle.

, life is still not that good."

"Is he here to find you?" Wei Ran asked with a frown.

"He came to find his comrades"

Zha Xifeng paused and added, "Looking for the bodies of his comrades, he spent the rest of his life looking for the bodies of his comrades.

During that time, I became friends with him, helping him conceal the identity of the Chinese, helping him find the bodies of his comrades, learning Chinese with him, how to clear mines, and cultural knowledge. Even my Chinese name was

He named it for me.

Later, I became his adopted son until...until he had an accident while clearing mines."

When the story came to this point, Zha Xifeng's face was filled with pain, "It was the same as the situation I was in when I was ten years old. His accident was also to save a child who accidentally broke into a minefield. That child

He survived, but he didn't. Now, that child is my adopted son."

Wei Ran sighed silently, and after a long silence asked, "What is his name? What is your adoptive father's name?"

"I have no idea"
To be continued...