At this moment, the cell phone on the ground rang. It was his father calling from Naypyidaw.
"Dad——" He quickly pressed the answer button.
"Ajie," Wu Meng's voice was filled with deep fatigue. No need to guess, everyone knew how exhausted and sleepless his father had been these past few days.
"I'm here, Dad, please." The unruly eldest son was rarely so obedient.
"Ah Jie, take good care of Ah Chuang these few days. Don't let anyone get close to him. Be careful too. Remember, if there's any noise coming from Dad, don't worry about me. Take your Mom and Ah Chuang to your uncle's group building. Your uncle's people there will safely send you to China. Your godfather and Uncle Zhou will then arrange for you to apply for political asylum.
Son, if your Uncle Long can come back, you must listen to him and grow up well. If it is confirmed that he was killed, you must treat Ah Chuang like your own brother and protect him until he grows up. You don't have to come to me and your Uncle Long to collect his body. We are Burmese soldiers. No matter where we die, we will be with our motherland..."
"Dad, why are you suddenly saying this? Did something happen? Just wait, I will bring the soldiers to rescue you now." Wu Jie stood up suddenly, his mind was blank, and he was about to rush out.
"Ah Jie, don't come over here. Be obedient and remember what Dad said. Save your strength for the future. Protect Mom and your brothers. My good son, Dad has never told you that I have high hopes for you. In the future, you will definitely be stronger than Dad..."
The call was disconnected at this point.
“Dad…Dad…”
In the top attic, the heart-wrenching cry of a young man was heard.
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