Shanghai.
After a long flight of several hours, Lian Lao and Su Sangeng arrived at Shanghai Airport.
"Mr. Lian, let me arrange your accommodation for tonight."
Su Sangeng carried his luggage, wanting to settle Elder Lian down first.
Having finally received news of his wife and children, even an old man wouldn't want to waste time on such trivial matters.
"Take me to see the person first."
Su San took another deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Okay."
Old Lian had always lived in Beijing, and he never imagined that his wife and children would be in Shanghai.
Too.
When we parted that year, war was raging.
He charged desperately through a hail of bullets, while she could only struggle to survive in the chaos of war.
He was just very sad.
Sadly, so many years have passed, and he has been searching ever since, but without finding a trace.
It's like a drop of water merging into the vast ocean, never to be found again.
Su Sangeng hailed a taxi and took Lian Lao to search for him.
As Mr. Lian looked at the scenery of Shanghai passing by outside the car window, a wave of self-reproach and guilt washed over him.
He had come to Shanghai for work, but he never imagined that his wife and children were in Shanghai.
"How much longer?"
Since getting into the taxi, Mr. Lian had asked the time several times.
Su San smiled even more broadly and said, "It'll be soon."
Old Lian reached out and gently stroked his face.
His face was covered with wrinkles.
He was no longer the youthful man he was when they parted. Would his wife still recognize him?
What about his children?
Will she blame him for never being by her and her child's side all these years?
"Su Sangeng, do I look so old now?"
"You're not old at all." Su San flattered Elder Lian, speaking calmly and casually, "Elder Lian, you're still in your prime."
Even with his eyes full of bitterness, where is the youthful vigor he once possessed?
Even though he was already halfway to the grave, the reason he hadn't given up on himself and gone to meet the King of Hell was simply because he was unwilling to accept it.
How could he possibly accept that?
He must live one more day, and then another day.
He hoped that God would give him a glimmer of hope, considering all the years he had spent protecting his country.
May he be able to reunite with his wife and children while he is still alive.
As soon as the taxi came to a stop, Lian Lao and Su Sangeng couldn't wait to get out.
"Are we going inwards?" Old Lian asked.
Su San nodded slightly.
"yes."
Even though he needed a cane to support himself in Beijing, Mr. Lian was carrying his luggage and walking briskly, because he didn't want his loved one to see him become disabled.
When Mr. Lian arrived at the alley where the address was located, he stopped in his tracks.
He didn't know how to take the first step forward.
Even though hope was right in front of him, Lian Lao felt apprehensive about returning home.
"Old Lian," Su San called out, "I'll go knock on the door."
Lian Lao looked at Su Sangeng, who was even more impatient than himself, and shook his head.
"No need, I can do it myself!"
Old Lian, carrying his luggage, arrived at the entrance of the alley. With a feeling of unease, he gently knocked on the tightly closed wooden door.
Who is it?
A man's voice rang out from the alleyway.
Even the old man's heart tightened instantly.
How could it be a man's voice?
Just as Old Lian was getting annoyed by the sound, the alleyway door opened.
As soon as the white-haired Yin Zhongzheng opened the door, he saw Elder Lian standing outside, dressed in a worn-out military uniform.
He does not welcome outsiders knocking on his door.
He possesses superb medical skills, but for certain reasons, he is no longer willing to treat strangers.
"Excuse me..." Old Lian asked hoarsely, "Does Xu Banxia live here?"
When the old man uttered the name Xu Banxia, Yin Zhongzheng froze on the spot.
He guessed Elder Lian's identity almost immediately.
He must be the man my senior sister mentioned in her letter.
"Not here."
Upon hearing Yin Zhongzheng's words, even the old man's face turned deathly pale.
His lips trembled as he looked at Yin Zhongzheng, and, unwilling to give up, asked again, "Then may I ask if you know Xu Banxia?"
Yin Zhongzheng's gaze fell on Elder Lian's thin face.
In his heart, he harbored resentment towards Lian Lao.
He thought that if Lian Lao and his senior sister hadn't had that past, she wouldn't be missing and her fate unknown now.
"know."
The two characters of Yin Zhongzheng's name conveyed a great deal of resentment.
Old Lian asked in a trembling voice, "May I ask, in what year was the last time you heard news of Banxia?"
"Come in and speak."
With his senior sister missing, Yin Zhongzheng harbored resentment and hatred.
But when he heard Elder Lian ask this question, he stepped aside and invited Elder Lian into the courtyard.
Some medicinal herbs were drying in the yard.
A bougainvillea plant grows in the corner of the wall.
The small purple flowers of the bougainvillea swayed gently in the breeze, as if welcoming Elder Lian's arrival.
"sit."
Yin Zhongzheng asked Elder Lian to sit at the stone table in the courtyard.
He turned and went into the house, and after a long while, he came out carrying a beautifully crafted wooden box.
Old Man Lian's gaze fell on the wooden box, and when he saw the familiar patterns on it, tears instantly welled up in his eyes.
Yin Zhongzheng, as if he hadn't seen it, took an envelope out of the wooden box.
"This is the last letter I will receive."
Old Lian took the worn envelope, nervously opened it, pulled out the letter, and began to read it eagerly.
In her letter, Senior Sister Xu Banxia said that she had heard that her husband had died on the battlefield and that she had to go find him.
"After that letter, I never heard from my senior sister again."
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