Dinner, four dishes and one soup, and a bottle of rice wine, are not rich, but they are also full of color, fragrance and flavor.
Ye Fan asked casually while picking up food for Chen Biqin: "I think the kitchen knife seems to be something in the team."
It is so good to keep, and there is also a bloodletting ripple. Ye Fan saw at a glance that it came from the army, but he didn't know whether it was Ye Wujiu's own or collected.
"Is that true? It's probably your father's killing knife. Your father has been a soldier for three years."
Chen Biqin enjoyed dinner time with her son very much, so she didn't have much sadness when talking about the missing Ye Wujiu:
"But there is no prospect."
"I heard that he was raising pigs in the army, and he was not even as good as the kitchen shift."
"He could have worked for a few more years, but I heard that he had chased the pigs across the border, so I let him demobilize him in advance."
"After demobilization, he went on a blind date with me. In less than a month, we got married. Your father was unable to have children, so he picked you up."
"Then I made do with it for more than twenty years."
Chen Biqin picked out a piece of fish meat and put it into Ye Fan's bowl as usual, while she picked up the fish head and nibbled it slowly.
Ye Fan wanted to pick up the fish and meat back to her, but Chen Biqin glared at her and gave up.
Ye Fan had no choice but to pick up the fish and taste it: "You can even like pigs. It seems that you have true love for your father."
Chen Biqin smiled gently: "The relationship between your father and I are not unswerving to death, but one of countless ordinary couples in the family."
"I was able to fall in love with your father because I thought your father was honest. I told me all the situation as soon as I met and handed me all the salary card."
"I also said I would be nice to me for the rest of my life."
"I think he is reliable and feels very secure, so I agreed to be together."
"In the past twenty years, he has never disappointed me once except for coming back with injuries from time to time, which makes me worry about his safety."
A light flashed in her eyes: "If I could choose again, I would still choose your father."
Then, there was another sadness on her face. It was a year since the reliable man still had no news, and his life and death were uncertain.
Seeing that her mother was in a low mood, Ye Fan knew that she was thinking of Ye Wujiu again, so he asked:
"Did your dad come back from injury often?"
After 18 years of being together, Ye Fan was not aware of this at all. He asked in depth, trying to see if there were any clues to find his father.
"It is inevitable that you will either be robbed and stabbed by someone a year. You may be injured by a pirate when you are running a boat."
Chen Biqin nodded: "The most serious time, my heart was almost stabbed. We were afraid that you would worry, so we kept it from you all the time."
Ye Fan was slightly stunned. He didn't expect Ye Wujiu to be injured so much and so serious. He just should he say he was unlucky or his life was great?
But no matter what, it is good. A person who lives forever is not as simple as a pig raising.
After dinner and showering, when Chen Biqin entered the room to sleep, Ye Fan leaned on the sofa and gave Song Hongyan a message while flipping through the photos of his adoptive father.
He hopes that Song Hongyan will help find Ye Wujiu.
The next morning, Ye Fan left Baishizhou after breakfast and came to Jinzhilin to open an outpatient clinic for treatment.
But he had just made a cup of tea and took two sips, and a Ferrari roared over and stopped at the entrance of the clinic.
The car door opened and Song Hongyan, dressed in black, came out.
The woman has long hair tied, a short skirt over the knee, a loose bat shirt and a pair of sunglasses, which makes her look capable and fashionable.
"Your father's information cannot find anything valuable."
There were no patients in the clinic, so Song Hongyan didn't have much cover. Luo Luo sat down in front of Ye Fan with a generous look and threw out a stack of information and spoke:
"I used a lot of tricks, and what I found was no different from what I saw on the surface."
"At the age of three, the Ye family picked up as their son, went to college at the age of eighteen, joined the army at the age of twenty-three, and raised pigs like your mother said."
"Then I chased the sow and crossed the border and was discharged early, then I went to a blind date with your mother, and then I took you as my adopted son on the street."
"I also tracked down the company where your father stayed. There are records of him following his car and ship, and the hospital also has files of his injury."
"Anyway, everything has traces to follow, but it is impossible to go deeper."
Song Hongyan finished speaking with the cannon, then picked up Ye Fan's tea and took a sip, without any hesitation Ye Fan had just drunk it.
Ye Fan glanced at the teacup and saw Song Hongyan kissing her indirectly, and felt something strange in his heart.
Then, he looked through the information, with a hint of disappointment on his face: "It seems there is no clue."
"It is difficult to judge your father's life and death, but there are two possibilities for your father."
Song Hongyan took two more sips of tea: "One is ordinary, as the information shows, the things on it are his life trajectory."
"There is another possibility, that is, your father is so awesome that he is exposed to us, just what he wants us to see."
"You are so powerful, I think my father-in-law must be awesome person."
She teased and threw a charming look at Ye Fan, which seemed to be a joke, but in fact she gave Ye Fan a little comfort and made him firmly believe that nothing happened to Ye Wujiu.
Ye Fan's cheeks were slightly red, and he pretended to be deaf and dumb: "I hope so."
"There is another clue that is not a clue."
Song Hongyan's legs intertwined, outlining a seductive arc:
"That is, a big man and your father are college classmates, and they are also comrades-in-arms who serve in the same military region and at the same time."
"He and your father's trajectory have overlapped for eight years."
When talking about a big shot, her eyes were filled with respect.
Ye Fan smiled disapprovingly and said, "What's the clue? Du Tianhu and I are also alumni, but he doesn't know me."
"By the way, who is that big man?"
Ye Fan was still curious after all.
Song Hongyan curled her lips: "I won't talk about it if I have nothing to do with your father. In short, there are only a handful of big shots."
"I'll go back and check it out to see if I can find some valuable clues."