Grandma took care of the family by herself, and before her father became an adult, he became ill from overwork and died of illness.

So Zhang Yuanqing has no uncles or aunts.

There were a few brothers and sisters in my grandfather's generation, but they either married far away and cut off contact with each other, or they went abroad due to the turmoil in the past, and they basically stopped contacting each other.

The closest bloodline that Zhang Yuanqing could find was his father's uncle Zhang Zizhen's, that is, his great-grandfather's younger brother.

He parked the car on the side of the road, followed his childhood memories, and returned to the "village" where he lived. He caught a gray-haired, leisurely aunt on the bustling roadside, and asked in Songfu dialect:

"Where does Zhang Guojun live now?"

Aunt "Zhang Guojun" was stunned for several seconds, unable to react for a while, "I don't know him."

"You are from Ji'an Village, how can you not know him, Zhang Guojun, you are from your father's generation." After all, the age is too long, Zhang Yuanqing reminded.

Only then did the aunt realize that there used to be such an elder in the village who looked at the young man in front of him in surprise:

"You looking for him? He has been dead for many years."

"I am his relative, and he is my father's uncle." Zhang Yuanqing explained.

It turned out that it was my own aunt who felt kindly, pointed behind her, and said:

"His son lives in Building 18, No. 207, No. 208, and No. 209 are also their home, but the No. 207, No. 208, and No. 209 are rented out. Alas, his son also died of cancer a few years ago. You have to find his grandson."

After finishing speaking, the aunt tentatively asked, "Who is your father?"

"My father Zhang Zizhen."

The aunt gave an "oh" forcefully, and said in a tone of gnashing her teeth:

"You are Zhang Zizhen's son. Let me think about it. Come to think of it, didn't your mother take you to remarry?"

"I didn't remarry, my mother took me back to my mother's house." Zhang Yuanqing said that although I don't remember, my aunt was in the same village as me back then, so I happened to ask about my father, so she said:

"Do you remember my dad?"

"Who doesn't remember that little liar, he said that he is the reincarnation of Emperor Ziwei, and the fortune tellers in the village are cheating money." The aunt's tone began to gnash her teeth again:

"Back then, they lied to me that my family's geomantic omen was not good and there were evil spirits, that's why my wife's toes hurt. It was because a ghost hugged his feet, and he needed to use his boy's urine for seven to forty-nine days, twice a day. Penny.

"Later, the pain was unbearable. I went to the hospital and found out it was gout. Little Chi, my wife smelled like urine every day. Everyone in the village was cheated by him."

Some people are dead, but they still live in the hearts of others, and every time they think about it, they jump their feet angrily.

It's all in the past, let the past go with the wind. Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly said:

"Auntie, please be busy and don't bother me."

Run away in a hurry.

Returning to the car, he took out the gifts he had collected, and went to the street to buy a bag of fruit and two cigarettes. Zhang Yuanqing found room 207 in Building 18 along the direction pointed by his aunt.

"Ding dong!"

He rings the doorbell.

Suddenly, the anti-theft door opened. Behind the door was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a slightly fat figure and puffy eyes. He looked at the stranger at the door and asked: JrNovels.com