After a moment of silence, Han Feng said, "By the way, Chief, my parents have arrived in Kyoto and are staying at Villa No. 3, where Wanwan used to stay."
A glint flashed in Lin Zhengguo's eyes: "Oh, really? Then I'll have to pay you a visit when I have time."
At this moment, Han Feng said mysteriously, "Okay, my dad has already told me."
Lin Zhengguo was taken aback, then suddenly understood, and laughed and scolded, "You little brat, you know everything?"
Han Feng grinned and nodded. Through Lin Zhengguo's reaction, he confirmed one thing: although members of Longyuan must keep their identities absolutely secret when they are out in the open, even if they have retired, it doesn't matter much if someone like Han Feng takes over his father's business.
"So the commander already knew about my dad before, why didn't he tell me?" Han Feng asked with a smile.
Lin Zhengguo laughed and scolded, "What can I do if I tell you? It's just that when your father was serving in Longyuan, I was already about to be transferred."
"Aren't you colleagues too?" Han Feng asked, somewhat puzzled.
“That’s true. Although I’m your father’s direct superior, we have a very good relationship.” Lin Zhengguo’s thoughts seemed to drift back to those days.
"Huh? You're my dad's boss?" Han Feng asked incredulously.
"What? Doesn't look like it?" Lin Zhengguo said with a hint of smugness.
"No, it's just that I find it a bit unbelievable."
"Anyway, it's still early today. Are there any outsiders at your house?" Lin Zhengguo suddenly said.
"No, what's wrong?" Han Feng was a little confused.
Lin Zhengguo stood up and smiled at Han Feng, "Let's go, take me to see your dad. It's been a long time since I've seen my old comrade-in-arms, and I've been missing him a bit."
As they spoke, the two had already arrived at Han Feng's car. Lin Zhengguo gestured for Han Feng to drive: "Your dad is a master of disguise and infiltration. He once disguised himself as a restaurant waiter and installed a listening device at a target's birthday party. No one noticed for three whole months."
Han Feng took the keys, his fingers trembling slightly. These stories didn't match the always-smiling father he remembered at all. The man who would fumble and panic when Han Feng scraped his knee was actually a master of disguise?
The car drove out of Xishan Villa and merged into the evening traffic of Kyoto. Han Feng checked the vehicles behind him through the rearview mirror and dialed his father's number.
"Hello, son?" Han's father's voice sounded tired. "Just got home. I was out shopping all day with your mother and the two girls, I'm exhausted..."
"Dad, I brought someone to see you." Han Feng glanced at Lin Zhengguo in the passenger seat. "They'll be there in about twenty minutes."
"Who is this mysterious person?" Han's father's tone was noticeably more energetic.
Han Feng saw Lin Zhengguo shake his head slightly, and a mischievous smile appeared on his lips: "You'll know when the person arrives." He then hung up the phone.
"You little rascal," Lin Zhengguo chuckled, "you've learned to keep people in suspense now."
Han Feng turned the steering wheel and onto the auxiliary road: "Sir, why did my father retire back then?"
The atmosphere inside the car suddenly fell silent. Lin Zhengguo looked out the window at the rushing street scene: "There was an accident during a mission. Your dad was shot in the knee while protecting his teammates." He paused, "He could have recovered and returned to the team, but your mom had just become pregnant with you..."
Han Feng tightened his grip on the steering wheel. He suddenly remembered the hideous scar on his father's right knee when he was a child, which his father always said he fell while climbing a mountain whenever he asked.
"Turn right at the next intersection," Lin Zhengguo suddenly instructed. "Take the road through the old town to avoid the evening rush hour."
Han Feng raised an eyebrow. This shortcut was unknown even to many long-time residents of Kyoto, and it wasn't even on navigation apps. It seemed Lin Zhengguo's familiarity with the city was no less than that of any local.
The car drove through several narrow alleys and finally stopped on the outskirts of a villa area. Han Feng took out his counter-surveillance equipment and scanned the car around the perimeter to confirm it was safe before driving into the villa area.
"The security work is good." Lin Zhengguo nodded in satisfaction. "Better than your dad's; that guy always complained about the complicated procedures back then."
Han Feng drove Lin Zhengguo to Villa No. 3, his heart pounding involuntarily. He imagined his father's expression when he saw his old superior and couldn't help but take out his phone to send a message: "Dad, we're at the door. Get the surprise ready."
The door was ajar. Han Feng pushed it open and entered. He saw his father sitting on the sofa with his back to the door, watching TV. Liu Mengran and Su Wanwan were in the kitchen helping his mother cook. Han Feng looked at the slightly overweight figure; he didn't look like a former top agent at all.
"Dad," Han Feng called softly, "the person has been brought."
Han's father put down the scissors and turned around, his gaze passing over his son's shoulder and landing on Lin Zhengguo. Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
"Big...Big Brother?" Han's father's voice suddenly choked up, and the remote control in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".
Lin Zhengguo stood there, his shoulders trembling almost imperceptibly: "Old Han, you've gotten fat."
Han's father rushed forward, taking three steps at a time, but stopped just before embracing him. He reflexively straightened his back and gave a standard military salute: "Han Tao, formerly of the Logistics Brigade of the Kyoto Military Region, reporting for duty!" In Han's father's time, all retired members of Longyuan referred to themselves as members of the Logistics Brigade of the Kyoto Military Region.
Lin Zhengguo's return gesture was equally meticulous, but the moment he finished, he grabbed Han's father and hugged him tightly: "You brat, it's been twenty years!"
Han Feng took two steps back, watching the two men, both over fifty, playfully pat each other's backs like children, and a strange feeling welled up in his eyes. The setting sun cast long shadows of them, overlapping as if they had returned to the days when they fought side by side.
"Don't just stand there, come inside and talk!" Han's father wiped his eyes and suddenly shouted into the house, "Wife! Come out quickly! See who's here!"
Han's mother ran out wearing an apron, followed by Liu Mengran and Su Wanwan. Upon seeing who it was, they covered their mouths in surprise: "Is this the number one leader?" Han's mother had never expected that her husband's leader was actually the current number one leader. Han's father had never told her this before, which showed how well Longyuan had kept it a secret.
"Don't be so polite. Old Han used to always praise your cooking, and I've always remembered it." Lin Zhengguo chuckled and pointed towards the kitchen. "Do you have braised pork today?"
"Yes! Plenty!" Mother Han's eyes reddened, and she turned and ran towards the kitchen. "I'll add two more dishes!"
At this moment, Su Wanwan stepped forward and said, "Oh, Old Man Lin, what brings you here?"
Lin Zhengguo looked at Su Wanwan with some doting affection: "You're here too, girl?" He then gave Han Feng a meaningful look.
"Tch, if you can come, why can't I?"
Han Feng stood on the porch, watching his father busily making tea, and couldn't help but smile.
"What are you standing there for?" Han's father beckoned to his son, "Come here and listen to your old man's heroic deeds from back in the day!"
Lin Zhengguo, already comfortably nestled on the sofa, took a sip of his tea: "Where to begin? How about starting with that kid disguising himself as a dancer to sneak into the nightclub?"
"Eldest son!" Han's father's face turned red. "Can't you at least leave some dignity for the child?!"
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