Ling Yue, living in the interstellar era, was caught in an explosion caused by a neighboring scientific madman and was transported to the Blue Star in the 1960s, a time of devastation, internal str...
After he came back, his children didn't recognize him and his wife blamed him, but he had no choice.
After a lot of effort, the child finally recognized him and his wife was relieved. He went back to the battlefield and was gone for several years. Only when things settled down did he have time to take the child back. However, before they had lived in peace for two years, the child also went to the battlefield.
His wife blamed and resented him but she never thought of leaving him with the children. If she really wanted to leave, with the university education she received in Country D, she would be able to make a living anywhere and might even be able to do better.
Unfortunately, because of him, both mother and son were harmed.
It's not that he doesn't want to go back, it's that he is too embarrassed to go back.
Seeing this, Qian Zilin didn't say much and was thinking about how to get the money back.
Don't be fooled by Zhang Nan's words, I'm afraid he had emptied his family's wealth. Putting aside the fact that in that era, how much could someone who moved their family property away leave behind?
Zhang Nan said, "Alright, don't even think about sending the money back. As I said before, it's for the people who built the ship. You can't make decisions for them. I have my own salary, so I'm not going to starve to death."
Qian Zilin was silent for a moment. He knew that he couldn't convince Zhang Nan here, so he decided to go back and talk to Ling Yue. Even if he wanted to accept the donation, he couldn't accept it in such an unclear way.
"Okay, then Brother Zhang, I'll go back first."
Zhang Nan sent Qian Zilin out and then turned back.
Qian Zilin didn't bother Ling Yue right away. After all, he just knew that Ling Yue was sleeping. No matter how urgent the matter was, it wouldn't take long.
After I got home, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. I got up, put a cold towel on my face, then sat at the table and wrote a letter.