"Jian Xiuqi, this is my own feeling. It's not your turn to make the decision!" Old Master Jian glared at Jian Xiuqi angrily.
"Dad, you have dedicated your entire life to the organization. Can you leave these remaining pieces to us, your children?" Jian Xiuqi asked with a hint of pleading in his voice.
Mr. Jian was about to say something, but Jian Xiuqi spoke again.
"As far as I can remember, I've rarely seen you at home. Mom always said you were busy with work. But when I was little, everyone said I was a wild child without a father. Even I myself felt that I had no father and that my mom had deliberately lied to me."
"Later, I learned about your profession and your identity, and I began to respect and support you. Over the years, we have never interfered with any of your choices."
"But now, your health has reached this point, are you still unwilling to come to us?" Jian Xiuqi spoke these words slowly, and every word struck Grandpa Jian's heart.
His lips trembled slightly, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. He stared at Jian Xiuqi for a long time before he slowly spoke.
"Whether as a husband or a father, I have failed in my duties, but Xiuqi, do you know what kind of era I lived in when I was a child?"
"At that time, the war was raging, and the village I lived in was destroyed by the enemy's raid. I was able to escape the disaster because your grandparents hid me in the cellar."
"I was still young at that time and didn't even have the strength to open the cellar. I hid in that dark cellar for a whole day..."
"I didn't dare to shout for fear of attracting the enemy, so I just curled up in the corner. I thought I was going to die alone in the cellar, but later, the cellar door was opened and a pair of broad and powerful hands picked me up."
"I was raised by the organization and trained by them. I know I have let you down, but Xiuqi, the fact that you can live in such a prosperous world today is paid for by the blood of many ancestors."
"I don't want to see that kind of scene again. I don't want to see you and my descendants go through that kind of time again."
"I want us to stand up and make our country strong, so strong that no one dares to bully us anymore."
"You are also members of the country. What I do is also another form of companionship."
Jian Xiuqi's pupils were slightly startled by what Mr. Jian said. From his impression, his father had always been a man of few words.
The reason he was able to return home was because his body could no longer hold on, and the organization wanted him to spend his last time with his family.
What he said now was even equivalent to the amount of conversation they had had throughout the entire day.
So...his father didn't abandon them either?
He dedicated his entire life to the organization, hoping that they could live a better life?
"I have lived to this century. There is actually not much meaning in living another sixty years. It is better for an old man like me to burn the last bit of candlelight to light a way forward for you young people." Mr. Jian's voice choked with sobs.
Jian Xiuqi felt his eyes were sore, but he didn't want to cry in front of his father. He clenched his hands at his sides again and again, and finally he gritted his teeth and looked at Su Miaomiao.
"Comrade Su...just do as my father says..." Jian Xiuqi rarely called Master Jian "Dad".
"Dad" doesn't sound much more intimate than just "Dad" alone, and Mr. Jian's eyes became redder.
"Okay, I will do my best to help you go further." Su Miaomiao's heart was also moved. There are so many selfless contributors in this era. They don't even have a name, but they have dedicated their lives to their beliefs.
Perhaps it was because they had witnessed the most tragic times in this country and witnessed the people around them leaving one after another.
After deciding on the treatment plan, Su Miaomiao did not waste any more time and gave Mr. Jian an injection that evening.
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