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Chapter 5 The Yang Family

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    In the typical Chinese stories, Yang Wenguang knows that the most famous person with the surname Yang is probably the general of the Yang family, a family of heroes, and stories of lofty ambitions have inspired countless generations of descendants of Yan and Huang.  Yang Yi's ancestral home is Yangjiazhuang, but she did not grow up in Yangjiazhuang due to the change of time. The story behind this starts with Yang Yi's father, Yang Wenguang.

    There is a slang saying in the countryside: There is a kind of person in this world who is very pitiful, who loses his mother when he is young, his wife when he is middle-aged, and his son when he is old.  Yang Wenguang is not the most pitiful person in the world, but he is also one of them. He lost his mother when he was two years old.  Yang Wenguang's father was originally a civil servant, and he could write well. In that era when few people could read, he was like a treasure.  Unfortunately, he caught up with an unfortunate era.  In the history of the Anti-Japanese War, even after so many years, the pain it caused has continued. I don¡¯t know how many families have brought life-long incurable pain, let alone those individuals under the family unit.  On his body, the wound was in unspeakable tearing pain.  Yang Wenguang is also one of the indirect victims of that war.

    Yang Wenguang's father was captured by the Japanese devils before he was born. It is said that he went to the mountains in the northeast to help the Japanese devils keep accounts.  After this trip, there was no more news, leaving only his daughter-in-law Zhang Wenxian, who was pregnant with Liujia, to give birth to Yang Wenguang lonely.  Unfortunately, when Yang Wenguang was two years old, his mother also fell ill and died.  When he grew up, Yang Wenguang always heard from people in the village that when he was held by others to fight against the soul-calling banner for his mother, Yang Wenguang never knew what is fatherly love and what is motherly love in his whole life.  In this deep regret, with regret, move forward.

    At the end of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, most of the people in the village who had been captured with their father and sent to the Northeast to be young men escaped.  People who knew him told Yang Wenguang that his father was so strong that the Japanese asked him to keep the books, but he didn't keep the books and was shot dead when he fled.  The people who escaped also told many stories about their narrow escapes. For example, they were starved by the Japanese devils, and then they had to dig meat from the dead to eat. For example, many passionate young people tried to escape by virtue of their youth, but many  They can only become innocent souls under the gun.  He listened so hard, wishing he could hear more about his father, but he didn't.  No more stories about Dad.  In this way, Dad became a vague symbol, engraved in the imprint of his life: a patriotic accountant.

    Yang Wenguang was raised by his grandparents until he was sixteen years old. Although he has always been deeply loved by the two old people, the love of his grandparents can never replace the love of his parents.  At the age of sixteen, Yang Wenguang finally left Yangjiacun and went to watch a play at the market in Zhangshan Village.  This scene opened another chapter in his life.

    "Are you from Yangjiazhuang?" Facing the question from the strange man in front of him, sixteen-year-old Yang Wenguang put a big question mark in his mind.

    "Yes, who are you?" The tone of the young and vigorous Yang Wenguang was still full of disdain.

    "Are you Zhang Wenxian's son?" The strange man's words suddenly made Yang Wenguang's heart tremble and twitch.  This was the first time he heard his mother's name outside Yangjiazhuang.

    "Yes, do you know me?" His tone softened a lot, because of his mother's name, he also pulled out his hands that were crossed in his sleeves, and straightened his posture.

    "I am your uncle."

    "uncle?"

    "It's your mother's brother."

    The uncle who suddenly fell from the sky made Yang Wenguang at a loss. He rubbed his clothes with his hands and wiped his nose with his hands.  He didn't even know whether he was surprised or happy, but suddenly there was a person related to the word mother in front of him, and he finally determined that he was happy.

    "Come home with me for dinner at noon."

    "Hey." Yang Wenguang readily agreed.  After agreeing, I began to feel that I was a little reckless, and the people on the street found my own uncle like this?  Then go to the other party's house for dinner so quickly?  However, when he thought of the mother's name he just mentioned, he let go of all doubts and followed the strange man.

    Later, at his uncle's house, Yang Wenguang saw a black and white photo of his mother for the first time in his life.  The young girl in the photo is so beautiful and delicate.  Two big braids of twisted braids are draped over both shoulders, and a woman of the same age is on her right hand, who is probably a good friend of hers when she was young.  Yang Wenguang asked his uncle for the only photo of his mother, then found a gray handkerchief, carefully wrapped it, and took it with him every day, as if his mother was still there.

    YangOn the day Yan Guang went home to pick up his luggage, his grandparents did not stop him.  They are getting old and can't take care of this child for a long time, and it's good now, after all, they are by their uncle's side. They feel that there is a blood relationship. He has at least temporarily found a support, and he can only rely on himself to go the rest of the way.

    "Wen Guang, you have to listen to your uncle carefully, don't cause trouble, come back to see your grandparents when you are free, ah." A woman, always in love.  Even though she was absolutely unwilling to send away her only grandson, she had to endure for the sake of his grandson's future.  The tears in her eyes fell down along with her wrinkles that had experienced the vicissitudes of time. She told him to hurry on the road to avoid delay, but she kept holding him tightly with her soft and warm hands  .  The three generations of the Yang family are single, and her son died. This grandson is the hope of the family. She hopes that he can have a good way out, at least, he can survive in this troubled world and live well.  It would be even better if she could pass on another incense to the Yang family, although she might not be able to see that day.

    "Don't worry, grandma, I will come back to see you often." Although Yang Wenguang has a youthful and frivolous yearning for the outside world, Yang Wenguang can't help but think of the two old people pulling him up with shit and urine for so many years.  It also touched the emotional nerve of the human being.

    He held grandma's thin face in both hands, wiped away her tears, and hugged her tightly in his arms.  Grandpa was smoking the old pipe beside him, and the hard smoke made him cough all the time.  I don't know if it is to let the smoke cover my tears.

    Since then, Yang Wenguang has been doing business with his uncle, probably because he inherited his father's natural genes.  Yang Wenguang skillfully took up the work of the accountant and helped his uncle in business a lot.  Finally, temporarily found a livelihood.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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