"Mom, when will we go home?"

On Yarpe Road, in front of a wall with various announcements and posters.

A little boy whispered to his mother.

He didn't understand why his mother's hair was suddenly wrapped in a headscarf, nor did he understand why his mother suddenly rushed into the house and pulled him away.

This is a well-behaved child.

Mom told him to shut up and not ask questions, and he shut up obediently.

Just as he had been away from home for a long time, Feng Xiaoke was a little anxious. He agreed to play with the second fat man next door in the afternoon.

"You are so good, mom will take you to find your father." Miao Pu touched his son's head and whispered.

"Really?" Feng Xiaoke was very happy and asked immediately.

It's been a long time since he saw his father. Every time he asked his mother, he said that his father had gone to work far away...

Moreover, every time he asked his mother, her mother didn't seem to be in a good mood.

Gradually, although Feng Xiaoke still misses his father, well-behaved and sensible children rarely ask their mothers questions about their fathers.

Unexpectedly, my mother took the initiative to tell him to find my father today. This made Feng Xiaoke very excited and eagerly hoped that he missed his father so much.

...

"Of course it's true, but Xiaoke must be good and don't bother her mother." Miao Pu looked at his son with care, squeezed out a smile and said.

Her husband Feng Jiazhang was killed by the Japanese invaders in the Northeast and died heroically. It has been nearly two years since then, and this is the eternal pain in her heart.

Now, in order to temporarily comfort her son, she could only poke her own scars and deceived her son and said she would take him to find her father.

"Xiaoke shut up." Feng Xiaoke covered his mouth and said quickly.

Nursery huddled in front of the poster wall, crowded in a crowd watching various announcements and advertisements.

She was looking for the notice message she wanted to see.

Before leaving Shanghai, my father-in-law Peng and Ou had a serious organizational conversation with her, explaining that if she was in a very dangerous situation and needed to evacuate closely, she came here to look for comrades ‘Snails’.

Finally, the nursery saw the information he wanted to see in a notice recruiting female workers who could use sewing machines in a garment shop.

There is nothing special about the information itself.

Importantly, two numerical codes appear in the recruitment advertisements in succession. These two numerical codes are connected to each other, which is the numerical code of the identity certificate.

The nursery confirmed the advertisement and then saw the address and contact name.

Meng Fanhua, a name that sounds beautiful.

...

Half an hour later, a rickshaw parked on the road opposite the door of a ready-to-wear garment shop.

Miao Pu took his son Feng Xiaoke out of the car.

She paid the car fee and did not take her son to the garment shop directly.

Instead, I took my son to a wonton stall not far away and ordered two bowls of wontons.

While eating wontons, I pretended to ask the stall owner about the craftsmanship of the garment store across the street and how is the business?

The stall owner is a middle-aged couple. The woman has dark skin and can see cracks that are so cold that they are cracked on her hands.

She seemed to like children very much and was very talkative. She answered enthusiastically about nursery questions, although some of them were just car repetitions.

Miao Pu felt a little relieved. Through her invisible questions, she could confirm four points:

The garment shop has been open for several years, not a new one recently.

The owner of the garment shop has always been a woman, and there is no suspicion of changing the owner.

The woman didn't know the name of the owner of the garment shop, but she knew that her surname was Meng, and everyone called the wife of the boss named Meng, Aunt Hua, which was very close to Meng Fanhua's name.

Fourthly, this garment shop has good skills and good business.

In this way, the nursery was relieved.

She had just escaped from the enemy's capture and was now like a frightened bird, with extra caution.

She glanced at her son. Feng Xiaoke was eating wonton in big mouthfuls, and he seemed to be hungry.

She is not afraid of being arrested and sacrificed, she is worried about her son.

Her husband Feng Jiazhang was sacrificed. Feng Jiazhang was Peng and Ou's only son. The Feng family has been single for generations. She couldn't bear to be killed by her son with her.

"Are you full?" Miao Pu smiled, subconsciously taking out a handkerchief from his body to wipe the corner of his son's mouth. He put his hands into his pocket, changed his mind decisively and wiped the corner of his son's mouth with his cuffs.

"I'm full." Feng Xiaoke said happily. In fact, he was only half full, but he couldn't wait to think that his mother wanted to take him to find his father.

...

Miao Pu held his son Feng Xiaoke's hand and entered the door of the garment shop.

The young man Yang Xin had a tape ruler hanging around his neck and was cleaning the counter with a feather duster. When he heard the movement behind him, he turned around and saw the mother and son.

The little boy is about six or seven years old and is wearing a blue-gray cotton jacket. He has runny nose because of the cold weather and his nose is red because of blowing his nose.

My mother was under thirty, wearing a blue floral cotton jacket and a headscarf with her hair, as if she was from the countryside and in the city, with a hint of timidity on her face.

"Two, do you want to make clothes?" Yang Xin raised his nostrils slightly, as if he looked down on the mother and son, and did not think they had money to make clothes. However, he did not drive out the people and asked formulaicly.

As he said that, he pointed to the rows of clothes hanging on the wall, especially to the relatively cheap place, "Look at the style, which one do you like?"

...

"I'm not here to buy clothes." Miao Pu said in a Su Bei accent, "I'm here to find Boss Meng Fanhua."

When Yang Xin heard that he was not making clothes, but coming to find the boss, he was a little surprised, "What are you doing with our boss?"

"I saw the advertisement that the shop wanted a sewing female worker." said Miao Pu.

Yang Xin yawned, "It's full, you're late."

"I just saw someone recruiting someone to make a notice." Miao Pu looked down at his son and said in a low voice.

"It's so unfortunate. It was originally recruiting people. Now, the relatives of the boss's countryside are coming to Shanghai, so they can just take over." Yang Xin said with a smile without much sincerity on his face.

"I'm different." said Miao Pu.

"Where is different?" Yang Xin asked casually, but his eyes looked outside the store with vigilance.

"I know how to read," said Miao Pu.

"What's the point of literacy? What we want is a sewing female worker. Can you still step on the sewing machine to show off your words on your clothes?" Yang Xin said with a smile, with a very serious expression on his face.

"I can read books by reading literacy. I read books for repairing sewing machines and taught myself how to repair sewing machines." said Miao Pu.

"What book is so powerful that you can learn it by reading it?" Yang Xin was excited and asked immediately.

"I don't remember the title of the book, I only remember it was a book written by a man named Fang."

"You really know how to fix sewing machines, don't lie to me." Yang Xin asked.

"Yes! If you don't believe me, try it."

"A sewing machine happened to break down. I'll ask the boss, you go and try it." Yang Xin nodded.

He walked out of the counter, lifted the curtain, and shouted at the inner room, "Boss, this woman said she could repair the sewing machine."

...

Xiong Jiashang was embroidering a cheongsam and looked up at Yang Xin.

Yang Xin nodded.

Xiong Jiashang immediately understood, and a look of joy appeared on his face.

"This is a coincidence, let her come in."

"You go in." Yang Xin said, looking at the little boy beside Miaopu, he was a little hesitant, but he quickly looked stern, "Children cannot enter, they are covered in fabric, don't break it."

"I won't touch you randomly." Feng Xiaoke didn't want to separate from his mother and said quickly.

But Miao Pu understood what the other party meant. She bent down and helped her son stretch her cotton jacket, saying, "Good Xiao Ke, wait here, don't run around, mom is inside."

Yang Xin showed a reluctant expression, took out a piece of fruit candy from his body, and handed it over, "Go, sit there and eat candy."

Feng Xiaoke looked at his mother.

Seeing the nursery nodded, he took the fruit candy and said thank you. He sat on the small stool in the corner without removing the candy paper and eating it, just in a daze.

...

Xiong Jiashang closed the door.

"The author's name is Fang, the book you read about is the book that repairs the sewing machine?" Xiong Jiashang looked at the woman in front of him.

She heard the sound of talking outside just now, and she was surprised. Unexpectedly, the lesbian actually brought the child to the joints.

Although organizational discipline is not explicitly prohibited, this is a situation that should be avoided as much as possible. Children who are young and do not know how to keep confidential are prone to leaking some seemingly insignificant but may be fatal details in just a few words.
To be continued...