He made his choice: "Then tell me, big brother is right, we can't let the old man have any regrets."
The First Production Brigade of Dashan Village, Anyang County
It is still time to go to work, and every household is working in the fields. After hanging up the phone, team leader Fu Wei Bo has been pacing anxiously in the office. Although his father has been in good health in the past two years, he is old after all, and he doesn't know if he can withstand such a big blow.
He knew that the old man had always been thinking about his uncle in Shanghai, but it was unrealistic to hide it. Sooner or later, everyone would know. If he didn't let the old man know about such a big thing at the first time, he was really afraid that his father would disown his son afterwards.
Fu Wei Bo hesitated all the way back to his doorstep, thinking that his father must be smoking in the yard. He looked at the door of his house but did not dare to push it open. He paced back and forth anxiously at the doorstep.
He didn't notice the door was open, and his six-year-old son looked at him curiously, "Dad, what are you doing?"
"Fu Kai, you little brat, why do you care about me?" Fu Wei Bo stood up and carried his little son into the house. Seeing his father squinting on the recliner, he said, "Son, go and play."
After driving away the naughty son, he walked up to the old man and called softly, "Dad, are you asleep?"
I waved my hand in front of my father, but there was no response. I breathed a sigh of relief and just as I turned around, I heard my father's voice.
"What are you doing hanging around outside? Why did Lao San call you?"
Fu Wei Bo turned around and looked at the old man who opened his eyes on the recliner.
"Dad, how did you know I was at the door?"
Old Master Fu looked at his silly son and said speechlessly: "If I couldn't hear your footsteps, I would have been dead in the war in the early years."
Pointing to his ear, he said, "I was a meritorious scout back then. I saved a whole team of people with this ear."
"Thinking back then..."
Seeing his father was about to start talking again, Fu Weibo squatted down and took his father's hand, "Dad, Xiao Sanzi just called me and told me something."
Looking at his eldest son's serious face, Mr. Fu sat up straight and asked, "Did something happen to the third son?"
"It's not the third son, it's the...uncle"
Seeing that his eldest son was hesitant and couldn't speak clearly, Mr. Fu slapped him on the head:
"Tell me, what happened to your uncle?"
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