"Uncle is confused..."

It was his cowardice and fear, so he heard An Zhanyu's words and asked him to take the 9-year-old boy away at Mo Yunan's funeral. He watched how he trained thousands of times over the years, how he learned to be strong alone, how he was displaced and willing to do so. [First release]

When Chen Zhiyuan saw him walking out of An Zhanyu's ward with a straight and willing expression, he broke his heart into Zhada.

At the entrance of the hospital late at night, the emergency room coming and going was less than fifty meters away from them. The lights were still bright, the sound of cars, and sparse crowds were walking around with nurses. When I got here, I saw an old soldier wrapped in a military coat bent over and cried bitterly. In front of him, the tall man seemed to have been standing withered for decades. The wind blew, and snowflakes were hanging down from the treetops and sprinkled on him. He was stiff all over and couldn't even move his lips.

In Chen Zhiyuan's understanding, he thought that An Zhanyu would not be able to hide these things after discovering their relationship, and he must have said it a long time ago. He could not help it in front of Mo Huaiyuan for a few seconds, and cried out with guilt that had been suppressed in his heart for decades.

He didn't know that it was the first time in decades that Mo Huaiyuan had heard of such a thing.

Not from An Zhanyu's mouth, but from someone else's mouth.

But he still didn't understand what happened to his biological father Mo Yunan?

Back then, he said that he and his mother were martyrs and even the funeral was held so grandly, but Chen Zhiyuan said that he was killed by them?

Who are the "they"?

But no matter who there is, it actually contains an An Zhanyu? Is it the An Zhanyu who has raised him for so many years?

"I have never heard of such a thing..." After a while, Mo Huaiyuan spoke in a hoarse voice. The cold winter night was so cold that he could not feel it at all. "No one told me... I have never asked anyone except him..."

In those years, Chen Zhiyuan was still a neighbor with the An family in the military compound. Even though he knew that he and An Zhanyu were both comrades-in-arms with his father, he didn't even ask Chen Zhiyuan.

He knew the meaning of "martyr" and his natural sense of trust in soldiers was taught by his parents' open manners since childhood.

But it turns out...is...is it?

Mo Huaiyuan's entire life is almost completely overturned like this.

The hand was hung in the air on the winter night in the north for a few minutes, and the cold air had already entered the bones. It creaked terriblely when it was clenched. Mo Huaiyuan didn't believe it at first, but when he looked at the military medal in Chen Zhiyuan's hand with scarlet eyes, he suddenly had a tide-like memory slashing into his mind like thunder.

It wasn't that he didn't remember that when he first entered An's house at the age of 9, he had not yet come back from the great grief of his parents' death, and saw Xiao Anran clapping and applauding and laughing to welcome his father, who was wearing the military medal of the Great Red Flower, back home. As soon as An Zhanyu entered the house, his face changed drastically. He picked the red flowers and put them on the table, picked up Xiao Anran and told her not to talk casually, which would make her brother Huaiyuan not feel good.

What did he think at that time?

Does he know what he is doing? If what Chen Zhiyuan said is true?

"Is that true?" Mo Huaiyuan turned around, his lips pale and bloodless, his whole body was dazed, and his cold and solemn appearance made people frightened. He asked slowly in a hoarse voice, "Is there... such a thing? He has been doing this to me for so many years, including not wanting me to be with Ranran now... it's all because of this?"

Chen Zhiyuan had already reacted at this moment, crying so hard that tears stopped all over his face. He looked at Mo Huaiyuan in front of him, and finally realized what he had said. It turned out that An Zhanyu still didn't have the courage to tell him.

But what's the difference? Even if he doesn't say it now, he can't hide it in the future. Chen Zhiyuan doesn't regret it, and only regrets the cruel truth.

"Huaiyuan..." Chen Zhiyuan held his knees and cried until his hair was dissipated. He looked old and said with a hoarse voice, "Uncle flew from Maicheng to Kyoto in the middle of the night. It's not about seeing anyone, uncle just wanted to see you... see what you have become now... Henan Nan will not let us go. We have to wear this seal that makes us unable to raise our heads and bury it in the coffin..."

So, he went to the study to collect this military medal and came to Kyoto with a dying heart.

But he was only concerned about guilt, but ignored it. Now that his parents have passed away for more than 20 years, Mo Huaiyuan, who has almost become an adult and started a career, should react after knowing these things.

Sneered, the smile on Mo Huaiyuan's pale mouth was cold and he clenched his fists and felt dizzy.
Chapter completed!