After standing on the balcony for a while, wiped the hair dry a little, Ye Jian returned to the room and blew the hair dry. In less than two minutes, he fell asleep in the bed.

These days, Beijing has been full of sunshine. Yesterday, Fu's father specially put the brand new quilt in the sun, and the quilt cover was washed and dried. Now he was lying in the bed and blowing the air conditioner, Ye Jian felt comfortable and her hair was lazily and she was unfilthy. She would go to bed after a while.

When Fu returned to the room, he didn't feel much sleepy. He opened the drawer on the side of the desk and took out a yellowed photo from a diary. This was... the only photo he and his wife were still planning to stick it to the marriage certificate.

In the photo, the wife's face is still the same, her bright eyes are as if she is sniffing autumn water, and her look is full of beauty, which is extremely charming.

Dad Fu looked at his wife in the photo and looked at her deeply. Even if she had seen it thousands of times, she would never get tired of it. She would only look at the lovesickness once and once.

I don’t know how long I watched it, but Dad Fu closed his eyes lightly, with a deep sadness on his face.

When I opened it again, I put the photo back and put it back in the drawer together with the diary.

My daughter did not mention too many things about herself, nor did she mention too many things about her wife. At night... he should ask carefully before he could finish it.

No matter what the result is, he has to ask.

My father said that he was too persistent and it was not a good thing.

Then for more than twenty years, his obsession with his wife became a habit. He would only ask about his wife's whereabouts for a moment, and even ran out to find his wife's former comrades.

Unfortunately, the comrades in the army where his wife was in the army at that time actually used pseudonyms, which is what they call "codename". Later, he thought that "Hongmei" was probably also the codename of his wife, and he had never known her real name until now.

It is hard to find even the real name in the vast crowd, let alone the fake name... Fortunately, everything has its own fixed number, and my nephew Jinnian met Jian'er, which led to today's reunion.

His father's reminder forced him to face a more cruel reality than the other, one was... Hongmei remarried, and the other was... Hongmei had passed away.

The latter is so cruel that he dares to think about the former, not the latter.

However, the more I don’t think about it, the more I think about it.

Especially when his daughter avoided talking to his wife, he felt even more uneasy.

Some things were not something he didn't expect, but he subconsciously refused to think about.

"Hongmei, you have to be good enough to be good enough to be good enough. I have treated you two mother and daughter badly for more than 20 years. You can also scold me and beat me. Just like before, you will kick me if you are so angry... I'm waiting for you to settle the score."

Dad Fu looked at the diary in the open drawer and murmured gently before slowly closing the drawer.

Outside, Mr. Fu was chatting with two old men of the Qin family and Ye Jianchu, whom Ye Jianchu came to Danguidan last time. Mr. Tang and Professor Su saw in the car chatting.

Although the old man has no children and will be with him, his life is still very fulfilling on weekdays. People often come to the Aerospace Academy, and sometimes people come to the Research Center. Occasionally, he also needs to attend several important meetings. If he meets at home one day, he will have an appointment with a few friends and play chess. He is always an experienced senior, and he is not alone when he gets together for a while.

Although I am not alone, I have no children and my descendants are still colder by my side.
Chapter completed!