Reborn in the 80s: The Smart Wife with a Secret Space Chapter 296: What Identity Should We Use

After Han Jingchen confird that Yu Xinyan was indeed his daughter, he could hardly wait any longer: "Jingsong, go book the tickets, the earliest train possible."

Su Jingsong dared not delay and imdiately turned to leave.

The therapist who had co along advised him to watch his emotions, as getting overly excited was not conducive to his recovery.

But Han Jingchen ignored him, staring at the photo - sotis smiling, sotis worried, sotis sighing. He imagined all kinds of scenarios of eting his daughter, fearing that she would reject him, or resent him, and he couldn’t calm down for a long ti.

In the end, the therapist directly lit so calming incense for him, and after much persuasion, he agreed to at least complete today’s therapy session first.

By the ti Su Jingsong returned, Han Jingchen had already fallen asleep.

However, with his mind preoccupied with things, just as Su Jingsong was about to leave the room, he heard the person on the bed, who seed to be asleep, speak up: "When is the ticket for?"

Su Jingsong quickly stepped forward: "Mr. Han, the ticket is for this afternoon."

Han Jingchen sat up imdiately: "Before we leave, let’s make a trip to the Zhang Family. Regardless, I must visit in person."

Su Jingsong frowned slightly: "Mr. Han, in what capacity are we going?"

Han Jingchen had already thought it through: "Didn’t we check before, the elder’s two sons were martyrs, so we’ll go as his sons’ comrade-in-arms."

His daughter hadn’t acknowledged him yet, so it wasn’t appropriate to disclose his identity. Still, having co this far, he couldn’t not pay a visit.

Su Jingsong went to arrange for a car and quickly bought so rice, flour, grain, oil, and at before heading together to the Zhang Family.

When they arrived, Granny Zhang was tidying up the house, thinking that Xinyan might co back in the next few days, and she was quite in a good mood.

Just as she was busy, she heard soone outside shout: "Aunt Zhang, soone is looking for you."

Granny Zhang put down her work and went out of the courtyard, seeing the neighbor bringing in visitors: "Who are you?"

Su Jingsong stepped forward: "Good day, Elderly madam."

He pointed to Han Jingchen behind him: "This is our superior, a comrade of your son. Passing by here, he specially ca to visit you."

Upon hearing that they were her son’s comrades, and seeing their military pants, Granny Zhang’s eyes couldn’t help but redden.

Han Jingchen stepped forward: "Greetings, kind lady."

Seeing Han Jingchen reminded Granny Zhang of her son. If they were still alive, they’d be about this person’s age: "Good, good, please co inside and sit."

Seeing the moisture in the elderly lady’s eyes, Han Jingchen felt a bit guilty. Coming so abruptly in the na of her son’s comrade might remind her of her son and recall sad mories; it was indeed sowhat reckless of him.

Granny Zhang invited them into the house and started chatting casually.

Speaking of which, Han Jingchen did indeed have so connections with Granny Zhang’s oldest son. Although they weren’t in the sa unit, they had worked on tasks together.

Granny Zhang, seeing Han Jingchen, seed to see her own son and insisted they stay for a al. Understanding her sentints, Han Jingchen didn’t refuse.

And so, they enjoyed Granny Zhang’s specialty homade pulled noodles, not dumped into a pot all at once like factory-made noodles, but pulled out one by one, very chewy.

After the al, Su Jingsong said: "Elderly madam, we should be going; we still need to catch the afternoon train."

Granny Zhang seed a bit reluctant, but knew she couldn’t keep them any longer: "Alright then, take your ti on the road. If you ever pass by again, I’ll make you noodles again."

Han Jingchen glanced at Su Jingsong, saw him nod, and then stood up, giving Granny Zhang a solemn military salute: "Kind lady, we’ll be off now. Take care, and if I have the chance, I’ll co visit you again."

Granny Zhang held back for a long ti but still ended up with reddened eyes: "Ah, yes, alright."

After sending them off, Granny Zhang returned to her room, looking at the only photo left by her eldest son: "Shanzi, your comrades ca to visit ho, and brought lots of food and drink for . Seeing them felt like seeing you brothers, I miss you all."

Once she cald down, intending to put the photo back, she noticed the other side of the pillow felt different than usual. Moving the pillow, she discovered twenty yuan and a few ration tickets underneath.

She couldn’t help but murmur to her son’s photo again.