Rebirth of a Military Marriage: Three Thousand Lovers: Starting with Three Cubs

Zhuang Luming felt a surge of blood bursting from his chest. This boy's eyes, nose, mouth, and especially his thick, slender eyebrows with a graceful curve, the ends of which were slightly raised and then lowered, slanting into his temples.

The most recognizable thing is the color of the eyebrows. Most Chinese people have black eyebrows, except for his, whose eyebrows are naturally brown.

That is his unique mark of slimness.

"Xianxian, is that you?" Zhuang Luming murmured to himself.

"Hello, Chief! Song Mingchen, captain of the special operations team Haidongqing Commando, reports to you." Song Mingchen's body was stuck in the ground like a javelin, and he saluted meticulously.

Song Mingchen has repeated this sentence three times, each time louder than the last.

The strange thing is that the leader in front of him still seemed not to have heard it.

He couldn't help but frown, and his brows were wrinkled into a pimple.

Zhuang Luming was staring at Song Mingchen's unique and beautiful eyebrows in a daze, and suddenly saw the bump on the boy's brow. He thought, how come this expression is so much like their old man? It really has the old man's charm.

Zhuang Luming shuddered, and then a surge of hot blood spurted into his body.

He had been searching for the mother and son for more than twenty years, and finally found some clues.

But he had come with hope and returned disappointed so many times that he didn't dare to easily believe that he had found the right one this time.

No one can understand the torture and pain he went through in his 20-year search for his relatives.

Based on the clues, he found several places where Xianxian might have appeared last.

He had personally checked the first few places and ruled out all possibilities.

Songjiawazi is his last hope.

This Song Mingchen was born on January 1947, 1, exactly in Songjiawazi.

Xianxian disappeared at the end of June 1946. She was more than two months pregnant when she disappeared, so the timing matches perfectly!

He hadn't held much hope at first, but at this moment, looking at the face that looked like it was torn off from Xianxian, he confirmed it.

This is his and Xianxian’s son!

Zhuang Luming's hands, legs and mouth were shaking with excitement, and every cell in his body was shaking uncontrollably.

Mu Bin, who was standing by, also noticed that something was wrong with Chief Zhuang. Just as he was about to ask what was going on, he saw Chief Zhuang waving at him, motioning for him to leave.

Mu Bin didn't dare to say much. He saluted and left the office, and thoughtfully closed the door tightly.

Zhuang Luming took a deep breath, resisting the urge to rush over and hug Song Mingchen and cry bitterly, but his voice was still choked with sobs.

"Song Mingchen, right? Can you tell me about your family? What's your mother's name?"

The big pimple on Song Mingchen's brow grew bigger.

What does the military commander mean by this? Are you checking the household registration? Is there anything wrong with the family background? They have been poor peasants for generations.

Although he was not happy about it, he still puffed out his chest and answered in a serious tone.

"Reporting to the commander, my mother's name is in the file. Her name is Wang Guihua. She is just an ordinary rural woman. My mother's family background is also poor peasants."

Although the answering voice was loud, it was filled with dissatisfaction and anger.

Zhuang Luming looked at Song Mingchen deeply and sighed. This dog-like character was exactly the same as his father - that is, himself.

"I didn't ask about your adoptive mother, I asked about your biological mother—Zhu Xianxian!"

Song Mingchen's peach blossom eyes, which carried a voltage of three hundred volts, narrowed, revealing a dangerous aura.

His biological mother's maiden name was Xianxian. These two words were accidentally found on a silk handkerchief, one of his biological mother's relics, when he went home to visit her for the first time after joining the army.

His biological mother is a taboo in the family and no one can mention her.

His father would fly into a rage whenever anyone mentioned it.

After my biological mother died, all her clothes and things belonging to her were burned.

This handkerchief may be the only memory left by his father, and it is hidden very carefully.

He remembered that day when he saw his father's pillow was so dirty, he couldn't help but take it apart and wash it himself.

A silk handkerchief of very good texture and exquisite embroidery was found in the interlayer of the pillow.

There was a nine-colored deer embroidered on the handkerchief, and it was a rare double-sided embroidery technique. The deer was visible on both sides of the handkerchief.

Of course, he only found out about the double-sided embroidery method after some research. At that time, he just thought that the handkerchief was really exquisite.

The word "Xianxian" was embroidered on one corner of the handkerchief.

He secretly hid the handkerchief on his body, did not wash his father's pillow, and sewed it back to its original shape.

He followed suit and sewed the handkerchief into his pillow.

It was as if his mother was always there for him.

When his father discovered that the handkerchief was missing, he determined that Wang Guihua had stolen it and beat her up severely.

"Have you ever seen your biological mother's silk handkerchief? There was a nine-colored deer embroidered on it. Oh, it was embroidered with double-sided needlework, so no matter which side you look at it from, it's still the same deer. There were also the words 'Xianxian' on the corner of the handkerchief?"

Zhuang Luming couldn't wait any longer, so he slapped his forehead and quickly took out a square oil-paper bag from his arms.

"Open it and take a look." He handed it to Song Mingchen with trembling hands.

Song Mingchen hesitated for a moment, but still took it and opened the oil paper package.

Inside was a neatly folded silk handkerchief.

Song Mingchen was excited, but his face remained expressionless.

When he unfolded the silk handkerchief, it was the nine-colored deer that he was so familiar with. On one corner of the handkerchief were embroidered the words "Xianxian".

"This is the dowry your mother embroidered for me when I got married. There are two handkerchiefs, one for me and one for your mother."

The indifference on Song Mingchen's face finally shattered.

His pair of electric peach blossom eyes suddenly widened, and even red veins appeared in his eyes.

"What do you mean?" In fact, he had already guessed what Chief Zhuang meant, but he was too shocked.

He couldn't believe it. He was in his twenties and had always thought that his biological mother had died and his father had married him a stepmother.

He never thought that even his father was not his biological father!

Did his father know? It seems that he didn't know. His father should have always thought that he was his biological son, just like him.

Song Mingchen suddenly ran out.

Zhuang Luming was startled for a moment and then started chasing after him.

Mu Bin looked at the two figures flying out one after the other, standing there stupidly, unable to understand the situation.

Commander Zhuang is the number one figure in the Northwest Military Region. With his rank as battalion commander Mu Bin, how could he have the chance to meet the real person?

Not to mention Song Mingchen, who is just a deputy company-level cadre!

But what happened now? Commander Zhuang was running after a small company commander, running very fast, as if he was afraid of losing him.

This world is so crazy, who can tell him what on earth is happening?

Song Mingchen rushed back to his dormitory at the fastest speed in his life, picked up the pillow from the bed, and tore it open very roughly. The silk handkerchief hidden inside lay there quietly.

His hands were shaking a little as he placed two silk handkerchiefs side by side on the bed and stroked them carefully.

They are exactly the same! Even the pattern of the lines and the size of the pins are exactly the same.

A few minutes later, Zhuang Luming ran in panting.

I couldn't help but complain in my heart: You little brat, you take advantage of your youth and run so fast, do you want to tire your dad to death?

Then, his eyes fell on two identical handkerchiefs.

"Xianxian!" Zhuang Luming let out a heart-wrenching roar.