"Okay, then I'll go first."
"be safe."
...
At this moment, neither of them thought much about the scar.
But on the other hand, some people have a deep memory of the scar!
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"Sir, the young master has sent an urgent telegram."
In the South China Sea office, the elderly man, who had only ever appeared on television news, showed an unusually friendly expression after hearing his assistant's words.
"Xiaoyu?"
The assistant was well aware of his superior's family situation, and also knew that this old man had sacrificed far too much for the country and the people... to the point that even as the only surviving grandson, the old man, as the grandfather, could not be with his grandson at all times.
For so many years, the grandfather and grandson have lived their own lives, and the opportunities for them to cross paths throughout the year can be counted on one hand.
Normally, they would only make a phone call occasionally when they had free time, so that the grandfather and grandson could communicate and chat about recent events.
Although we make more phone calls than we meet in person, it's still far too few compared to the average person.
So many years have passed, and the young master is no longer the little boy who cried for his grandfather when he was only two or three years old.
Due to various factors, the precocious young master understood the weight of his responsibilities early on. After becoming sensible in elementary school, he gradually stopped clinging to his superiors... to the point that now, the young master rarely calls his grandfather unless there is something important to discuss.
The leader was really excited by the sudden phone call today!
"Why did that child think of calling me? Quick, answer the phone."
The assistant laughed:
"Sir, the call has been connected."
Who dares to stop the young president from calling you?
Without needing to ask any further questions, the secretariat outside simply transferred me in.
The old man was so excited that he put down the fountain pen he had been using for many years, then adjusted his glasses before waving to his assistant.
The assistant, quick to react, slipped out as fast as he could, and quietly closed the door behind him.
Inside, the old man picked up the phone, took a deep breath, and spoke in a calm voice:
"Xiaoyu?"
"Grandpa, it's me."
"Um, is there something you need?"
"Yes, Grandpa, do you still remember the fire eight years ago?"
How could we forget a fire eight years ago so easily?
That fire destroyed far more than just a few things!
Several lives lost!
If it weren't for that fire, how could my grandson have carried such a heavy burden on his shoulders at such a young age?
The fire that year, to be precise, destroyed most of the Xi family's home!
Xiao Yu's maternal grandparents tragically died in that fire, which led to the plane crash that killed Xi Siyu's biological parents, who were on a mission abroad, on their way back to China.
Of the seven team members on the mission, plus the pilot, a total of eight people, none survived!
You know, they are the leader's only son and daughter-in-law!
Eight years!
Eight years have passed. Although this incident happened a long time ago and many people may not remember it, for Xi Siyu and the leader, it is as clear as if it happened yesterday!
"I remember, what's wrong?" The old man's voice trembled slightly and sounded weary, making one feel sorry for him.
On the other end of the phone, Xi Siyu sensed something was wrong: "Grandpa?"
"Grandpa is alright, go ahead and tell me."
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