My Beloved Super Fierce Wife
Chapter 643, got a big son?

Chapter 643: 643, got a big son?

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At the end of December, there were still about twenty days until the New Year.

Winter had already set in.

After several snowfalls, the temperature had plummeted, and the icy winds cut to the bone.

The weather was very cold; people’s breath formed white mists, and the roads were covered with snow, with few human figures in sight.

An army green figure appeared at the entrance of a dilapidated village.

Lin Weiguo had finally found the place following his comrade’s address.

It was snowing heavily, the accumulation on the road made it particularly difficult to walk.

It was fortunate that his physical condition was robust.

After entering the village, Lin Weiguo went straight to the Captain.

After explaining his purpose, he noticed that the old man and several others had slightly stiff expressions.

Yu Gen’s comrade was looking for Kuwa, stirring unease among the villagers...

Lin Weiguo’s eyelids twitched, "Is there a problem?"

The problem was indeed a big one.

...It couldn’t be explained in just a sentence or two.

At the end of the village lay a rundown thatched cottage.

The roof and windows had been repaired, but the cold wind still managed to seep in.

The light inside the house was weak, with a sense of dead silence.

A small figure hid in a corner, its body trembling violently.

The child was tiny and emaciated, and his occasional glimpses of large, scared eyes were startling.

The child had layered everything he could find in the house on the ground, but it still couldn’t keep out the creeping chill.

He felt dizzy and extremely uncomfortable all over.

"Dad, Mom doesn’t want me anymore; can you come get me... I don’t eat much, just a corn bread a day is good enough, and I can do chores. I can collect firewood, dig wild vegetables, catch fish... I can do everything, please come back and see me..."

The child shivered in the cold while his broken, childish voice filled the cottage.

Lin Weiguo was brought over by the Captain and upon pushing open the door, saw the child curled up in the corner.

Glancing around, he saw the house had pitifully few belongings, not even comparing to an abandoned temple.

The boy in the corner had curled himself into a ball, shaking. Hearing the door open, he blankly lifted his head.

Seeing the thin child, Lin Weiguo thought of his fallen comrade, and his heart was torn with pain.

He quickly took off his military overcoat, stepping forward to wrap the little one in it.

The child was wearing a tattered jacket that was damp and stiff, not at all insulating.

He had piled things like dry grass and rags on himself in an attempt to keep warm.

Lin Weiguo cleared the messy heap off the child and wrapped him in the coat.

"...I’m sorry, I came too late," he said heavily.

The room had not a trace of warmth.

By the child’s side lay a chipped bowl containing half a black corn bread.

The sight made Lin Weiguo’s face turn particularly grim.

Yu Gen’s son, a hero’s offspring, was living like this?!

Kuwa felt warmth returning to his body, and as his numb mind gradually regained clarity, his eyes lit up upon seeing the man in the green military uniform.

"Dad..." he grasped Lin Weiguo’s sleeve, his little voice breaking with emotion, "Dad, have you come to get me?"

He had a photograph of his father wearing this uniform.

His father must have heard his voice, right?

Lin Weiguo’s face stiffened.

...Had he just gained a big son?

"I’m not your dad, I’m your dad’s comrade. You can call me Uncle Lin."

Upon hearing this, the child’s face dimmed, and his hand, which had been holding Lin Weiguo’s sleeve, fell in disappointment.

His hand fell away, and then, with a look of hope, he said, "Then where is my dad? Have you seen him? Can you let him come get me?"

"I don’t eat much; a black corn bread every two days is good enough. I can work too. I’m not very strong yet, but once I grow a bit more, I’ll be stronger and can do even more work..."

"I’m obedient, I can wash clothes, and I know how to dig and cook wild vegetables... Can you take me to see my dad, even if, even if it’s just for a little while?"

He counted on his fingers the things he could do.

The child gazed at Lin Weiguo with eyes full of longing, and his eyes grew warm.

The Captain knew that Yu Gen had perished, and here was Kuwa making things difficult, swallowing the sorrow, he said, "Kuwa, don’t make it hard for others; your dad is gone, this man is your dad’s comrade..."

Kuwa? Lin Weiguo tasted bitterness at hearing this name.

Yu Gen had thought of several names for the child, Anan, Dafu, Zhuangzhuang... anything but Kuwa.

If his comrade knew his cherished son was called this, his heart would be incomprehensibly heavy.

When Kuwa heard the Captain’s words, his eyes immediately darkened.

"...I’m sorry," he said, his voice tinged with a sadness that was heart-wrenching, "They told me dad had been martyred, I know martyred means turned into a little mound of earth..."

As he spoke, the child silently wept, causing onlookers’ noses to tingle with emotion.

Lin Weiguo ruffled Kuwa’s dry and brittle hair, saying firmly, "Your dad is a hero."

Kuwa wiped his tears and asked with a suppressed sob in his voice, "Was my dad tall, strong, and impressive?"

"Tall, yes, tall and strong, and very impressive."

Yu Gen wasn’t the tallest, nor was he the most outstanding among them, but he possessed the courage and perseverance of a soldier.

Kuwa bowed his head, fingers pinching the corner of his clothes, hesitating before he said tentatively, "...then, did my dad... like me?"

He had grown so much yet had never seen his father.

Lin Weiguo, a man as tough as steel, felt his eyes grow warm several times because of the little one before him.

Barely six years old, yet so understanding.

"He liked you. When your dad was still here, he often spoke of you. He had chosen several names for you, Anan, hoping you’d live a safe and peaceful life, Dafu, wishing you’d be well-fed and fortunate, Zhuangzhuang, wishing you’d grow up strong..."

Lin Weiguo was a man of few words, but facing such an endearing child, he couldn’t help but say quite a bit.

Thoughts of what the Captain had mentioned about Kuwa’s birth mother crossed his mind, his eyes flashing with a chilly light.

She had taken Yu Gen’s compensation money, remarried, and that could have been forgiven, but abandoning her child, she was simply unworthy of being a mother.

Kuwa, after hearing Lin Weiguo’s words, felt very satisfied and happy.

...His dad liked him.

They talked for a while, and with an empty stomach aching, Kuwa instinctively pressed on his belly.

Forget about it, if you don’t think about it, you won’t feel hungry.

As he self-soothed with this thought, his body’s natural reaction was very real.

Kuwa’s stomach made several rumbling sounds.

"...My stomach is making noises," he said shyly.

He cautiously reached for the black corn bread in the broken bowl beside him, swallowed and handed it to Lin Weiguo.

"Uncle, this is all I have, you have it."

Though no one had taught him, he knew that when guests came to the house, they should be offered hospitality.

So even though he was hungry, he had to endure it, as he was used to doing so.

Lin Weiguo accepted the bread, harder than a rock, with a pained expression and closed his eyes briefly.

Holding back the stinging feeling in his eyes, he smiled and said, "Thank you, Kuwa."

Then, he took out a white steamed bun from the bundle he brought with him.

"This is for you, eat it quickly."

He placed it in the child’s hands.