Chapter 296 In What Capacity Shall We Go?

After Han Jingchen confirmed that Yu Xinyan was his daughter, he really didn't want to wait any longer: "Jinsong, go book a ticket for the fastest train."

Su Jinsong didn't dare to delay, turned around and walked out.

The physical therapist who came with him told him to pay attention to his emotions and not to be too excited, which would be detrimental to his physical recovery.

Han Jingchen didn't care about what he said. He looked at the photo and smiled, felt sad, and sighed. He thought about various scenes of meeting his daughter. He was afraid that his daughter would reject him or blame him, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

In the end, the physical therapist ordered him some calming incense directly. After persuading him for a long time, he agreed to cooperate and finish today's physical therapy.

When Su Jinsong came back, Han Jingchen was already asleep.

But there was something else on his mind. Just as Su Jinsong was about to leave the room, he heard the sleeping person on the bed say, "When are the tickets due?"

Su Jinsong quickly stepped forward: "Comrade Han, the tickets are for this afternoon."

Han Jingchen sat up directly: "Before we leave, let's go to Zhang's house. No matter what, I want to visit in person."

Su Jinsong frowned slightly: "Comrade Han, in what capacity should we go?"

Han Jingchen had already thought about it: "Have I not checked before that the old man's two sons are both martyrs, so let's go as his sons' comrades."

My daughter hasn't recognized her yet, so it's hard to reveal her identity now, but when I get here, I can't help but visit.

Su Jinsong went to arrange a car, bought some rice, flour, grain, oil and meat as quickly as possible, and arrived at Zhang's house together.

When they arrived, Grandma Zhang was cleaning up her house, thinking that Xinyan might come back in the next few days, and she was in a very good mood.

While she was busy, she heard someone outside shouting: "Aunt Zhang, someone is looking for her."

Grandma Zhang put down her work and walked out of the yard. She saw the people brought in by her neighbors: "Who are you?"

Su Jinsong took a step forward: "Hello, old man."

Pointing to Han Jingchen behind him: "This is our leader. He is a comrade with your son. He passed by here and came to visit you."

Grandma Zhang couldn't help but blush when she heard that they were her son's comrades in arms and saw that they were all wearing military trousers.

Han Jingchen stepped forward: "Hello, aunt."

When Grandma Zhang saw Han Jingchen, she thought of her sons. If they were still alive, they would be the age of the man in front of her: "Okay, okay, come in and sit in the house."

Seeing the moisture in the old man's eyes, Han Jingchen felt a little ashamed. He came to the door as a comrade of the old man's son so rashly, which might make the old man think of his son and sad things again. He was indeed a little reckless.

Grandma Zhang let people into the house and started chatting about home affairs.

Speaking of which, Han Jingchen and Grandma Zhang's eldest son really have some connections. Although they are not in the same army, they have done missions together.

Grandma Zhang saw Han Jingchen as if she were her own son, and insisted on keeping them at home for dinner. Han Jingchen knew what the old man was thinking, so he did not refuse.

In this way, they had a meal of Grandma Zhang's specialty ramen noodles. It was not like a big pot of ramen noodles, but was pulled out one by one. It was very strong.

After eating, Su Jinsong said, "Old man, it's time for us to leave. We still have to catch the afternoon train."

Grandma Zhang was a little reluctant to leave, but she also knew that she couldn't keep anyone around anymore: "Okay, you guys should go slower on the road. When you pass by next time, I'll make some noodles for you."

Han Jingchen glanced at Su Jinsong and saw him nodding, then stood up and solemnly saluted Grandma Zhang: "Auntie, we are leaving first. Please take care. I will come back to see you when I have a chance."

Grandma Zhang endured it for a long time, but her eyes were still red: "Oh, oh, okay."

After seeing them off, Grandma Zhang returned to the house and said to the only photo left by her eldest son: "Shanzi, your comrades have come to the house and brought a lot of food and drink to my mother. Looking at them, my mother followed Seeing you as brothers, I miss you."

When I calmed down and was about to put the photo back, I saw that the other side of the pillow was a little different from usual. I took the pillow away and discovered that there were twenty yuan and a few food stamps underneath.

I couldn't help but talk about my son's photo again.