Stepmother Reborn: Dad, my mom hasn't hit me for three days

Li Jianguo was riding a bicycle and Zhang Xiuhua was sitting behind him. This time Zhang Xiuhua did not put on any makeup because she was afraid that Jidong would not recognize her.

Li Jianguo talked to her about the next arrangements. If they were discovered, they must split into two groups. He was responsible for leading these people away, and she took Jidong to the side road and went directly to the train station without waiting for him.

"I'm a soldier, and I didn't bring Jidong with me. Even if they have any suspicions, they won't do anything to me."

Zhang Xiuhua nodded and agreed, "Then be careful."

The two agreed to wait on the main road outside the village. When it got dark, they sneaked into the cornfield at the entrance of the village and hid everything, including the bicycle.

They waited and waited until the world was completely plunged into darkness, so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of you. Everything was quiet around them, as if it was asleep. Frogs croaked in the fields. A gust of wind blew, and the thin corn leaves scratched her skin. Corn ears fell into her neck, causing her both pain and itchiness. But she was like a thief, crouching in the darkness, not daring to breathe, staring at the village not far away.

The crescent moon shone through the clouds, and its water-like light enveloped the village. A small black shadow slowly appeared on a path that ran through the entire village. Upon listening carefully, there were also slight footsteps.

Zhang Xiuhua subconsciously stretched her neck to see if the little black figure was Jidong, but the next second, someone touched her arm and Li Jianguo's deep voice came, "Wait a minute!"

Zhang Xiuhua nodded, and remembering that he couldn't see, she tapped his arm twice. This was the signal they agreed on.

I don't know how long it took, but the little black shadow was getting closer and closer. He stood at the entrance of the village, imitating the cuckoo's call three times, and then called out softly, "Auntie?"

Zhang Xiuhua was delighted, "It's Jidong."

This is Jidong's voice. This is the south, and people call their aunt Yigu. And the child's accent is also from Jiang Province. The two are consistent, so it must be Jidong.

She no longer hesitated and rushed out of the cornfield.

The rustling noise startled the little black figure, who then called out tentatively, "Auntie?"

Zhang Xiuhua nodded, "Yes! I am your aunt!"

Worried about identifying the wrong child, she took out her flashlight and shone it towards the little black figure. The other person subconsciously put up his hands to cover his eyes.

Zhang Xiuhua took his hand away and soon saw the face of the seven-year-old child. He was as thin as a skeleton, with no flesh on his cheeks, but his eyes were particularly protruding, and there was a scar on his brow that was particularly obvious. She knew that this scar was caused by his adoptive father beating him, because when he was five years old, he almost dropped his younger brother to the ground while holding him, and his adoptive father directly stabbed him with a red-hot fire scissors, leaving this scar. Even though he later made money, he did not have surgery to remove it.

Zhang Xiuhua stroked his thin face with tears in her eyes, and her heart ached. This was her brother's only child, Jidong, who had been filial to her and provided for her in her old age. How could he be so thin?

She wanted to hug Jidong and cry loudly, but she quickly thought of her current situation, wiped the tears from her face, shone the flashlight on her face, and quickly turned it off, "Jidong, do you still remember your aunt?"

Jidong actually didn't remember what his aunt looked like. His memories before the age of four had become increasingly vague over the past three years. He only remembered that his name was Jidong, that he had a father, a mother, and an aunt, and nothing else. But when he saw her expression, he subconsciously held her hand, as if grasping the last straw, "Remember!"

When the two recognized each other, Li Jianguo had already come out with his bicycle and said in a low voice, "Hurry up and go."

Zhang Xiuhua nodded, without introducing Li Jianguo's identity to Jidong, and repeatedly urged him to sit in the front.

Just as Jidong was about to sit on it, he heard a light coming from a distance, "Who's there?"

The light was some distance away, but it still scared the three people. So Li Jianguo immediately followed the previous plan, the other two took the small road while he took the main road to lead the people away.

Zhang Xiuhua held Jidong's hand and ran forward along the winding path they had planned.

The dark shadow behind him sensed something was wrong and shouted towards the village, and soon every household turned on their lights.

Zhang Xiuhua ran along the path, which was surrounded by cornfields and covered by objects. The people coming out of the village couldn't see them at all. When they saw people on the main road, they chased after them directly along the road.

Seeing that these people did not follow, Zhang Xiuhua continued to run with Jidong, but there was one thing she did not expect. During the day, she remembered the path very well, but at night, it was pitch black and she missed the turn. Fortunately, Jidong had been to pig grass before and knew the way.

After getting rid of them, Zhang Xiuhua was finally able to speak, "How unlucky I am. I was discovered so quickly."

Jidong lowered his voice and explained, "The autumn harvest is coming soon, and the village has arranged people to patrol to prevent anyone from stealing corn."

Zhang Xiuhua slapped her forehead, wondering how could she have forgotten about this.

The two cooperated with each other and finally turned onto the main road. This place was a little shorter than what she had previously booked, but it didn't matter because the people behind her didn't follow.

When they reached the train station, Zhang Xiuhua collapsed from exhaustion. She hadn't walked such a long distance in a long, long time. She couldn't even compare to Jidong.

Zheng Ping saw the two of them coming back and subconsciously looked behind him, "Where's Li Jianguo? Why didn't he come?"

"He helped us lead the villagers away." Zhang Xiuhua was also a little worried, afraid that the villagers would find out that Jidong was missing and would not let Li Jianguo go. Then she would be harming them.

When Zheng Ping heard Li Jianguo's plan, he looked at Zhang Xiuhua in surprise for several times, stammered and wanted to say something, but finally kept silent and turned to look at Jidong.

To be honest, after not seeing him for a few years, Zheng Ping no longer remembers what Jidong looks like.

But when he suddenly saw him, Zheng Ping realized that the child really looked like Zhang Shengli. He sighed, "You must be filial to your aunt in the future. She took a great risk to find you."

Before Jidong could express his loyalty, Zhang Xiuhua interrupted him with a laugh, "Why are you saying these things? Jidong is my nephew, and I am his aunt. It is my duty to treat him well."

The child had been abused by his adoptive parents for several years, and his mind was at a sensitive stage. If he was asked to repay her kindness at this time, it would only make him feel stressed and even doubt her motives for saving him. Zhang Xiuhua didn't want her child to be in a sensitive period all the time.

Jidong reached out and held Zhang Xiuhua's hand, then leaned towards her.

However, Zhang Xiuhua pushed him away, squatted down and asked him if he was hungry.

Jidong was stunned for a moment and nodded. He was hungry every day.

Zhang Xiuhua immediately looked at Zheng Ping, who immediately took out the steamed buns from his bag. I bought these in the afternoon, and it has been several hours, so it is no longer hot. But it is summer now, and eating cold steamed buns will not cause diarrhea.

So the aunt and nephew each took two buns and squatted at the entrance of the train station to eat them with gusto, drinking a sip of boiled water from time to time, and then looked up in the direction they came from.

"Why hasn't anyone arrived yet?" Zhang Xiuhua began to worry about Li Jianguo.

Zheng Ping was also a little anxious, pacing back and forth. The train was leaving in half an hour.

"How about I go back and take a look?" Zhang Xiuhua was a little anxious, but Jidong grabbed her clothes, meaning that if she went, he would go too.

Zheng Ping was worried when he saw the two of them, one big and one small. But if he went to look for them alone, what would he do if something happened to them?

Just when he was sweating profusely, Zhang Xiuhua's eyes suddenly lit up and she pointed at the dark shadow in the distance, "Is that him?"

At this time, there were no street lights in many places. Only a 200-watt incandescent lamp was lit at the entrance of the train station.

Zheng Ping took a few steps forward anxiously and found that the other person was riding a bicycle. He was delighted and waved at him.

When the other party came closer, he breathed a sigh of relief, "You are finally back."

Zhang Xiuhua came forward holding Jidong's hand, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. They didn't catch up with me." Li Jianguo told them not to worry. Most of the villagers chased him on foot, and only two rode bicycles. In the first half an hour, he left all the villagers who ran fast behind. In another half an hour, he left one of the villagers on a bicycle behind. Just now, he almost left the last person behind.

Because he was afraid that they would find out that his destination was the train station, he took a detour.

"Let's go!" Li Jianguo looked at his watch. There were still ten minutes left and tickets had to be checked. Don't be late.