Chapter 1158 The orphan of comrades

Although the lights are dim, they are clearly visible.

The girl is about sixteen or seventeen years old, with sparse hair, pale face and thin skin, wearing straw sandals barefoot, frostbite on her hands and feet, and even frozen to pieces. She looks like a frostbite and patched flowery cotton jacket, and black cotton pants look empty.

The boy is around ten years old, which is slightly better than the girl.

At least, not that thin.

It's just relative.

He was dressed in rags, his feet were wearing straw sandals, his frostbite was very serious, his ears were red and swollen, and he was bleeding pus.

In Xia Mingxing's eyes, to the words Li Xingxing occasionally said, the two were no different from skeletons, both carrying a small package of blue-bottomed floral patches, holding hands, and holding a stick in each hand.

One end is smooth and smooth, and the other end is covered with sludge.

Like a little beggar.

Xia Mingxing frowned, "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

Suddenly, a tall, tall, handsome and well-designed young man appeared in front of him. The girl couldn't help but blink, but she didn't blink the stunning in her eyes. She didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"What are you knocking on the door?" Xia Mingxing asked again.

If he was begging for food at home, he would send them away with two steamed buns.

The atmosphere at home is just right, and he doesn't want outsiders to disturb him.

The boy spoke in time before Xia Mingxing was impatient: "My name is Heigou, the name is Zhang Zimo, and my sister and I come to find Chen Xiangyang! My father is Zhang Daying, and he is comrades-in-arms with Chen Xiangyang, but my father has been dying for several years."

Orphan of father-in-law and comrade-in-arms?

Xia Mingxing raised her eyebrows.

Zhang Zimo's sister then spoke, "My name is Zhang Xiuxiu."

She hurriedly threw down the dog-beating stick, took out the household registration book and letter of introduction from the package, and handed it to Xia Mingxing, "We are all children of martyrs. We can't live at home before, so we come to join my father's comrades-in-arms. Are you Chen Xiangyang? I heard from my father that Chen Xiangyang is very powerful in wars. He is a level 8 cadre at a young age."

Xia Mingxing didn't answer and took two steps back, "I'm not Chen Xiangyang."

"Ah!" Zhang Xiuxiu was stunned, with a hint of embarrassment on her face, and she was a little helpless, but she quickly calmed down and said in a hurry: "Aren't you Chen Xiangyang? Then where is Chen Xiangyang? His mailing address is written here, and my brother and I asked all the way."

Xia Mingxing did not answer, but instead turned sideways to the main hall and sang: "Dad, your comrade-in-arms orphans are here. Please come out and take a look and recognize them."

As for him, I will not be welcomed.

He is a man with a wife and becomes a father immediately and must keep a distance from the opposite sex.

Chen Xiangyang heard the sound and frowned when he saw Zhang Zimo and Zhang Xiuxiu, "Who is your father?"

Compared to Xia Mingxing, Chen Xiangyang is more serious, colder and more aggressive, and has a striking momentum. A hint of nervousness flashed in Zhang Xiuxiu's eyes, and she handed over the household registration book and introduction letter with both hands, "My father is Zhang Daying."

"Zhang Daying?" Chen Xiangyang felt unfamiliar with this name.

He claimed that he had a good memory, and if he had a comrade named Zhang Daying, he would not have no impression.

So he looked at the siblings in front of him and said, "I don't know Zhang Daying. Have you found the wrong person? Which unit does Zhang Daying belong to? What is the number?"

Zhang Xiuxiu bit her lip, "I don't know my father's number, but I heard him say you are his comrade-in-arms."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!