Cheng Haoyu and Zheng Xinyi were chatting with great interest when their reminiscence was suddenly interrupted by an old man passing by the intersection, who was leaning on a cane and whose face was blue from the cold.
"Uncle Zhao?" Cheng Haoyu recognized him immediately. He and Zheng Xinyi exchanged glances and quickly approached him. "Uncle Zhao, it's New Year's Day, why are you out here alone in the cold?"
"Yes! Look, your face has turned blue from the cold." Zheng Xinyi responded with her neck shrunk.
Cheng Haoyu took off his coat and put it on Uncle Zhao.
"Who are you?" Uncle Zhao looked at Cheng Haoyu with tears in his eyes and asked in a trembling voice.
Cheng Haoyu smiled slightly: "Uncle Zhao, I am the eldest son of the old Cheng family, Cheng Haoyu! When I was a child, I often went to your house to play with your son. Don't you remember me?"
Uncle Zhao thought for a moment, then the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his cold hand shook his arm excitedly: "You are Cheng Haoyu! Aren't you a soldier in the army? Isn't the army fighting a war right now? Why are you back?"
"Uncle Zhao, our Communist Party won a great victory, so the army leaders asked me to bring my wife home for the New Year." Cheng Haoyu put his arms on Xinyi's shoulders, pushed her forward, and introduced her to Uncle Zhao.
Uncle Zhao pointed at Zheng Xinyi with a trembling hand and asked with a frown, "Is this your wife?"
Xinyi smiled and said, "Hello, Uncle Zhao."
Uncle Zhao looked her up and down and nodded slightly, "Young man, you are so lucky! This girl is quite good."
"Uncle Zhao, what are you doing here alone in such a cold weather?" Zheng Xinyi asked.
Uncle Zhao frowned slightly, his gaze looking off into the distance. "I'm waiting for my son! This road is the only way home. He went to join the army to fight some time ago, and there's been no news since. It's already New Year's Eve, why hasn't my son come back yet?"
Cheng Haoyu and Zheng Xinyi glanced at each other and lowered their heads slightly. Seeing the old man's expectant eyes, Cheng Haoyu felt a pang of pain in his heart: "Uncle, please don't wait any longer. Let me take you home! It's really too cold today. You'll catch a cold soon."
Uncle Zhao shook his head stubbornly: "I'm fine, I'm going to wait for my son here. My intuition tells me that my son will definitely come back today."
"Uncle Zhao, what's your son's name?" Zheng Xinyi asked.
"Xinyi, Uncle Zhao's son is called Zhao Xishun." Cheng Haoyu responded with a smile.
"What?" Zheng Xinyi was stunned for a moment. She felt unwell and her body was unstable. She took two steps back.
Cheng Haoyu realized something was wrong and quickly reached out to support Zheng Xinyi: "Xinyi, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Zheng Xinyi frowned slightly and cast a somewhat sad look at Cheng Haoyu. She glanced at Uncle Zhao, who was staring at the road ahead, and pulled Cheng Haoyu aside. In a voice only the two of them could hear, she whispered, "Haoyu, do you remember some time ago when I told you that I was depressed because I was powerless after seeing the two injured people who were killed in the explosion?"
Cheng Haoyu stared at her with eyes wide open, swallowing in disbelief: "Could it be that one of them is it?"
Zheng Xinyi nodded slightly and said, "Yes, one of them is called Zhao Xishun."
Cheng Haoyu closed his eyes helplessly, and his gaze towards Uncle Zhao was covered with a veil.
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