Feng Wuhen had been an easy child to raise since he was little. He rarely cried or fussed; when thirsty or hungry, he would merely whimper, and when he had soiled himself, he would cry out a couple of times. Once he was cleaned up, he stopped crying at once.
As he grew older, he became even more obedient and sensible. He had found himself work early on, better than many other children.
Back then, she had thought, How could such a wonderful child not be mine?
Auntie Zhang was inwardly lamenting this when, in a daze, she heard Feng Wuhen calling her. She figured she must have missed him too much and heard wrong.
She shook her head and began talking with Auntie Cao about her daughter-in-law, who was about to give birth. From afar, Feng Wuhen saw the two women chatting beneath the tree and called out, but neither of them paid him any mind.
Carrying his things, he ran all the way over. When he reached them, he called again, "Auntie Zhang, Auntie Cao, I'm back!"
Auntie Zhang heard Feng Wuhen's voice again. "Sister Cao, I think I heard Little Feng's voice. Did you hear it too?"
Auntie Cao nodded. "I heard it too. Since we both heard it, it can't be an illusion.
"I heard it just now as well. I thought I was hallucinating because I missed that boy too much!"
After saying that, the two women looked up together. They did not recognize him at first glance; at the second, they did not dare believe it; by the third, Feng Wuhen was already smiling and greeting them.
When Auntie Zhang saw that he had returned, she leaped up in delight. Looking at Feng Wuhen, who was now a little taller than she was, she