Xiao Feng, who was standing by, was somewhat surprised to hear that Xiao Yifei was now Old Hua's honorary grandson, but he didn't show it; he just watched everyone with a smile.

Being looked at like this by Old Deng, Xiao Yifei felt a little embarrassed, as if he had done something guilty.

"Let's eat, let's eat! Old Deng, stop staring." With that, Old Hua was the first to sit down. Seeing this, the others followed him and took their seats.

At the dining table, everyone was talking and laughing. The meal was very enjoyable for Xiao Yifei as well. After the meal, Xiao Yifei suddenly inquired about Old Hua's son's story, to which Old Hua narrated everything in detail, leaving Xiao Yifei feeling very sympathetic.

It turned out that Old Hua's eldest son was a soldier when he was young. A few years ago, a neighboring country harassed our border, so naturally, Old Hua's son took on the mission of defending the country. However, he never returned from this mission.

Thus, a despondent Old Hua became immersed in alcohol, living a highly irregular life, which ultimately led to a body full of ailments.

As Old Hua finished saying this, he suddenly turned his gaze towards a photograph on the wall, and his face turned somber. At this point, Xiao Yifei also noticed the photo on the wall, and what he saw came as a startling surprise.

In the photo, a young man was smiling foolishly at the camera, and this man shocked Xiao Yifei because he looked exactly like Hua's father, although younger, upon closer inspection.

At this moment, Xiao Yifei couldn't help but associate the two's surnames—both named Hua—could it be possible? Thinking of this, Xiao Yifei suddenly remembered that Hua's father once mentioned he got his leg injured on the battlefield, which matches Old Hua's son's situation precisely.

Thinking this, Xiao Yifei had an answer in his mind, although he couldn't confirm it yet. Maybe Hua's father was indeed Old Hua's long-lost son?

So Xiao Yifei decided to verify, and asked, "Old man, do you remember what your son's name was?" Hearing this, Old Hua sighed and faintly uttered two words: Hua Wu.

Hua Wu? Hearing these two words, a scene suddenly flashed in Xiao Yifei's mind. He once glimpsed the name on Hua's father's medical insurance account, and it was the same two words spoken by Old Hua: Hua Wu. So Hua's father was indeed Old Hua's son.

Knowing the truth, Xiao Yifei couldn't help but smile, amused at how fate plays tricks and at the wondrous destiny that was at work. One wonders how Old Hua would feel knowing that his long-lost son lived not far from him.

Honestly, if Hua's father could return to Old Hua, it would immensely improve their lives. So, after much consideration, Xiao Yifei decided to reunite Old Hua with Hua's father.

Having made up his mind, Xiao Yifei took his leave and told Old Hua that he would bring someone to see him the next day. After agreeing, Xiao Yifei returned to Hua's father's house. "Xiao Yifei, what happened? Why are you so happy?" Hua Xiangrong was puzzled by the unexpectedly cheerful Xiao Yifei, as he never behaved like this usually.

Hearing this, Xiao Yifei burst out laughing, "Oh, nothing, I'm just happy!" Saying this, Xiao Yifei went to Hua's father's room, who was flipping through old books. When he saw Xiao Yifei entering, he closed the book and asked what was up.

"Uncle, I'm taking you to meet someone tomorrow, what do you think?" As he spoke, Xiao Yifei chuckled. Seeing Xiao Yifei's expression, Hua's father almost wanted to ask if Xiao Yifei was setting him up on a blind date, to which he would have refused.

"Don't worry, Uncle, it's not a blind date." As if reading Hua's father's mind, Xiao Yifei said directly. Hearing this, Hua's father felt relieved and nodded.

Seeing him nod, Xiao Yifei felt half the task was done, just waiting for the two to meet the next day. "Strange, why is he so happy today?" Looking at Xiao Yifei leaving, Hua's father commented in confusion.

The next day, without the slightest hesitation, Xiao Yifei took Hua's father straight to Old Hua's house. Arriving there, Hua's father seemed a bit off, but Xiao Yifei, eager for their meeting, didn't notice his odd behavior.

"Xiao Yifei, maybe we should go back," Hua's father awkwardly asked Xiao Yifei. Hearing this, Xiao Yifei thought Hua's father was uncomfortable with the luxurious mansion and smiled, "No worries, follow me." With that, he led Hua's father inside without waiting for his reaction.

At that moment, Old Hua was quietly sitting in the living room, waiting patiently for Xiao Yifei as he had mentioned bringing someone. Suddenly, through the window, Old Hua caught sight of Xiao Yifei, followed by a figure that seemed unsteady, walking with a limp.

Gradually, Xiao Yifei and the figure neared, and the face of the figure became clearer. Seeing the familiar face, the cup in Old Hua's hand suddenly fell to the ground, and with the sound of it shattering, his body started trembling.

On the way there, Hua's father kept persuading Xiao Yifei to go back, seemingly unwilling to stay there long. Xiao Yifei, faced with his pleas, was left with no choice and said, "Hua's father, since we're already here, let's meet the person and then leave."

Hearing this, knowing that Xiao Yifei had already put it out there, Hua's father reluctantly nodded after much thought. As they reached the door, Xiao Yifei was about to knock when it suddenly opened from inside. There stood Old Hua, tears streaming down his face, looking at Xiao Yifei, or rather, looking at the person behind him—Hua's father.

Seeing Old Hua like this, Xiao Yifei realized that he probably saw Hua's father, so he stepped aside, leaving the two of them alone.

Originally bewildered, Hua's father froze in place upon seeing the tear-filled old man before him. Looking at the familiar face of the old man, instead of being excited, he felt a sense of guilt.

He remembered the last night he saw his father before going to war, when his father told him many things. He knew that his father was once a marshal, so as a soldier, he too had to uphold the spirit of a soldier. When others were in trouble, he must step up.

With this belief, young Hua's father resolutely entered the chaotic battlefield. However, it was this war that separated the once harmonious father and son for over a decade. Now meeting again, both heads had turned white.

"My son!" Old Hua excitedly grasped Hua's father's hand, his entire body uncontrollably trembling. At this moment, all of Old Hua's years of regret and sorrow turned into tears, flowing freely.

And Hua's father, how could he not feel the same? What was once a perfect life was ruined by that battle, leaving him disabled, struggling to get by on a meager income, and even burdening his daughter.

All these years of depression were as painful as Old Hua's regret, but he had no face to meet his father again! Seeing Old Hua's tears, Hua's father didn't know what to do.

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