A young boy from the 1970s, separated from his family, fled famine and led his younger brother into

special plane!

Everyone present knew perfectly well what those two words meant in the 1970s!

That represents absolute power!

It represents the clouds, a height that ordinary people can never reach in their entire lives!

The color drained from Zhou Yayun's face instantly.

She instinctively shielded the small stone tightly behind her back, like a hen sensing impending danger.

For the first time, a serious expression appeared on Lu Xingzhou's perpetually icy face.

He turned around abruptly, rushed to the window in three quick steps, and looked up at the sky.

Only Lu Nianci.

She remained standing still.

But her little hands, hidden in her sleeves, clenched tightly without her noticing.

She knew that what was bound to happen would eventually happen.

The moment of parting that had haunted her with countless nightmares finally arrived.

"Order! Control tower! Clear all airspace!"

"Guard Company! Immediately! Seal off the airport! Level One Alert!"

"All ground personnel, stand by! No one is permitted to approach within 100 meters of the runway without my order!"

After a brief moment of shock, Lu Zhenguo quickly regained the composure and decisiveness expected of a senior general.

He calmly and swiftly issued a series of instructions over the phone.

Then, he hung up the phone, turned around, and looked at the three "children" in the living room with different expressions.

His gaze lingered on Lu Xingzhou's solemn face for a moment, then swept over Lu Nianci's overly calm little face, and finally landed on Lu Xiaoshi, who was hiding behind his mother with a blank expression, unaware of what had happened.

His eyes were filled with complex emotions.

There was reluctance, there was worry, but more than anything, there was a sense of relief and relief.

"Xingzhou," he said in a deep voice, "come with me."

"Nianci, you and your mother take Little Stone and wait at home."

"Remember, from this moment on, do not let anyone leave this house, not even for a moment!"

After saying that, he strode towards the door and left.

Lu Xingzhou took a deep look at Lu Nianci, who remained unusually calm throughout, and then followed his father without saying a word.

"Boom!"

A tremendous roar of a turbine engine rolled in from the horizon, growing louder as it approached!

That sound was more shocking and more oppressive than any fighter jet in the military region!

The entire military compound seemed to tremble slightly under the enormous roar!

Everyone ran out of the house at the same time.

They looked up, their eyes filled with shock and awe, at the enormous thing slowly descending from the sky.

It was a large, silver-white passenger plane with a bright five-star red flag printed on its fuselage.

Its smooth and elegant body lines shimmered with a dazzling metallic luster in the morning sunlight.

It descended upon this mortal land like a deity from beyond the heavens, exuding unquestionable majesty.

……

In the Lu family's living room.

The atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Zhou Yayun hugged Lu Xiaoshi tightly, her body trembling slightly.

She didn't know whether she was scared or excited.

She both hoped that the child was truly a member of the Gu family and could be recognized by their ancestors, and selfishly hoped that it was all just a misunderstanding.

She couldn't bear to part with it.

She really couldn't bear to part with this child she had come to regard as her own son.

Lu Nianci sat quietly on the small stool.

She was holding a thick Xinhua Dictionary in her hands.

She kept her head down, turning the pages one by one, as if the earth-shattering roar outside had nothing to do with her.

But if someone could see her knuckles, which were slightly white from exerting too much force, they would know that her inner world was far from as calm as it appeared on the surface.

She is afraid.

A fear even more profound than facing a human trafficker's knife.

She was afraid she would lose her only family member in the world.

She was afraid that she would become that lonely person again.

Time passed by, second by second.

Every second felt like an eternity.

Finally, the sound of a car engine came from outside the yard.

A black Hongqi sedan with a special license plate and a military jeep that Lu Zhenguo usually rode in came to a steady stop in front of the Lu family's house.

Zhou Yayun's heart jumped into her throat!

She suddenly stood up, clutching the small stone!

Lu Nianci also snapped the dictionary shut.

She raised her head, her large, clear eyes fixed on the wooden door that was about to be pushed open.

The door opened.

Lu Zhenguo and Lu Xingzhou were the first to enter.

The faces of both father and son wore an unprecedented solemnity and...respect.

They turned to the side, like two most loyal door gods guarding the entrance.

Immediately afterwards, a tall and imposing figure appeared at the doorway.

He was an elderly man who looked to be nearly seventy years old.

He was wearing a Zhongshan suit without any military rank insignia.

But his upright, pine-like figure and his eyes, though covered in wrinkles, still sharp as a hawk's, silently proclaimed his extraordinary status.

His hair was completely white, but it was combed meticulously.

His face is etched with the lines of time, each one seemingly telling a magnificent legend.

He simply stood there quietly, exuding an aura of profound and majestic grandeur.

The atmosphere in the room instantly froze.

He is a living legend.

The pillar of the Gu family.

Gu Wanjun.

Behind him followed an elderly woman who was also nearly seventy years old.

She wore an elegant cheongsam with a fine cashmere shawl draped over it.

Her hair had turned gray.

Although wrinkles have appeared on her face, one can still see the stunning beauty she possessed in her youth.

She exudes a dignified and elegant air, a quality cultivated by her scholarly family background.

She is Lin Huilan, Gu Wanjun's wife.

The two elderly people entered the house.

Their gazes, like two highly accurate radars, instantly locked onto the little boy who was being tightly protected in Zhou Ya Yun's arms!

When they saw the child's face, which was almost identical to their son Gu Changkong's, time seemed to stand still.

Gu Wanjun's tall and straight figure swayed suddenly!

His eyes, which had never wavered even after countless baptisms of blood and fire, instantly turned red!

Lin Huilan was struck dumb!

She pointed tremblingly at the child.

Her lips trembled, but she couldn't utter a single word.

Two streams of hot, clear tears gushed from the corners of her wrinkled eyes!

"Looking...looking north..."

She called out softly in a dreamlike voice, filled with endless sorrow and ecstasy.

That's the name she called out countless times in her dreams.

When Lu Xiaoshi, who was being held in her arms, heard this unfamiliar name, his usually blank and empty eyes suddenly flickered!

He looked up at the unfamiliar old woman in front of him, her face streaked with tears.

His little mouth opened slightly.

His large, dark eyes, like black grapes, were filled with confusion and a kind of intimacy that even he himself didn't recognize.