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Luo Meiyun rushed into the ward, not having time to comfort the tearful Zhou Wenhui, and whispered in Zhou's ear, "Old Zhou, Qiaoqiao is pregnant, you're going to be a grandfather."

With just that one sentence, Zhou Zhonghai moved his hand; his greatest desire was to have a grandson (or granddaughter).

"Dad moved! He moved his hand!" Zhou Wenhui exclaimed in surprise.

Luo Meiyun nodded with tears in her eyes: "Old Zhou, when we get home we'll see our grandchildren. Hang in there."

Zhou Wenhui wiped away his tears: "Mom, you mean Qiaoqiao is pregnant?"

"Yes, silly boy, it's been over three months, haven't you noticed anything at all?"

"Dad, you're going to be a grandpa, and I'm going to be a dad."

Overwhelmed by grief and immense joy, they had little time to process their emotions before Zhou Zhonghai was sent to the Soviet Union for treatment.

In the hospital office, Luo Meiyun held Zhou Wenhui and Qiaoqiao's hands and said, "You've seen your father and fulfilled your filial duty. Whether he comes back or not, don't worry. Wenhui, you're a man. Qiaoqiao is pregnant, so don't dwell on your grief. Cheer up and take good care of her."

"Yes, I will, Mom. Please take care of yourself."

Luo Meiyun held her two children's hands tightly: "Mom is fine. Mom is a soldier, I won't be defeated. Wenhui, Qiaoqiao is pregnant, don't let her overwork herself, let Yu Fu take care of you."

The later the pregnancy progresses, the more dangerous it becomes. Let Qiaoqiao's mother take care of her. The union will send Mom and Dad's salaries to our home; don't skimp on money, make sure they eat well.

"Okay." "Mom..." Qiaoqiao was about to cry again.

"Don't cry, Daddy doesn't like us to cry, he likes us to be happy."

"Mom, will you be accompanying Dad to the Soviet Union alone?"

"It's already a great help that I can go. The country went to so much trouble to save Dad, we can't ask for anything more. Mom can manage, I'm just worried about you."

"Mom, don't worry about us. I'm healthy. Pregnancy isn't a big deal. Wenhui and I will wait for you to come back." Qiaoqiao's eyes were swollen from crying.

"Okay, Mom will definitely take Dad home. You can stay in Beijing for one night, and the military will arrange a plane to take you back tomorrow. Dad and I are going to the airport now."

"Mom, we'll take you and Dad to the airport."

"Don't go. Qiaoqiao isn't feeling well, and going back and forth will only make things worse. You should go to the guesthouse to rest."

"Mom, then, Wenhui, go ahead. Let Wenhui see you off. I'll go back to the guesthouse."

Qiaoqiao said that if Wenhui didn't go to deliver it, what if her father... he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.

"Okay, then Wenhui will take her, and Qiaoqiao can go and rest." Luo Meiyun nodded.

Zhou Zhonghai, along with various instruments, doctors, and nurses, boarded the ambulance and then the plane. After that, there were no more nurses or doctors; Luo Meiyun was in charge of the entire process.

Inside the ambulance, Zhou Wenhui sat on a small stool, holding Zhou Zhonghai's hand tightly.

These large hands have served the nation.

These big hands sheltered the family from the wind and rain.

These large hands helped Zhou Wenhui stand up step by step.

These big hands of his are old and weak; it's time for his son to take over and shield you from the wind and rain.

Dad, come back! Your grandson is waiting for you.

Dad, come back! Your son can't support a family.

Dad, Dad... my beloved Dad, you will wake up.

The plane took off and soared into the sky. Zhou Wenhui saluted the plane and said, "Dad, your son is waiting for you to come home."

Luo Meiyun looked out the window at her son, who was getting smaller and smaller. She waved her hand and said, "Go back, son. Don't worry, Mom is here."

A mother's strength is boundless; on one side is her disabled son who cannot take care of himself, and on the other is her lover whose life hangs in the balance.

Luo Meiyun wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, revealing the resolute gaze of a soldier; she absolutely could not fall.

Qiaoqiao was so exhausted from vomiting that she lay in the guesthouse, drifting off to sleep.

Someone brought Zhou Wenhui back, along with a toilet. After everything was arranged, the person in charge said, "Please rest for a bit, and we'll bring your food over shortly."

"Okay, thank you."

The person in charge left, and Zhou Wenhui just sat there, quietly watching Qiaoqiao's sallow face.

In her sleep, Qiaoqiao was being jostled along a rugged path. She felt terrible; she was terribly carsick.

A moment later, the plane took off, and a buzzing sound filled her ears. Her head throbbed with pain, and she felt nauseous...

Qiaoqiao unconsciously got out of bed and ran to the toilet to vomit violently.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Wenhui, who was immersed in grief, quickly asked, "Qiaoqiao, are you feeling unwell?"

He pushed his wheelchair with both hands, wanting to go to the toilet, but the door was too small for him to fit through.

Moving to the desk in the guest room, Zhou Wenhui wanted to pour Qiaoqiao a glass of water.

The thermos was placed at the very back of the desk, out of reach. Zhou Wenhui gripped the desk with one hand and reached for the thermos with the other, but he almost missed it.

No matter how hard I try, I'm still just a little short.

I can't even pour a glass of water, how can I take care of Qiaoqiao, how can I take care of the child?

Zhou Wenhui was extremely frustrated; he was determined to get the thermos...

Qiaoqiao had vomited up all her jaundice and walked out of the toilet weakly. She saw Zhou Wenhui struggling to get the kettle and hurriedly asked, "Wenhui, do you want some water? I'll get it, I'll get it."

Zhou Wenhui was deflated and said dejectedly, "I'm sorry, Qiaoqiao, I just wanted to get you a glass of water. I'm so useless."

"Wenhui, it's okay, I can fall down by myself. Has Dad left?"

Qiaoqiao poured two cups of hot water, one for each of them. After taking a sip, they felt much better.

"Yes, I watched him and his mother board the plane. As a son, I can't take care of my parents, my wife, or my children. Qiaoqiao, what's the point of my life?"

Overwhelmed with self-reproach, Zhou Wenhui's eyes reddened.

"Taking care is not just about physical care. With you here, Mom can accompany Dad to get better with peace of mind. With you here, I can have a safe pregnancy and give birth with peace of mind. With you here, Mom and Dad have a son, and the child has a father. Wenhui, you are our pillar of strength."

"I'm also very sad that Dad is injured. We should cheer up and support our family. When Mom and Dad come back, our home will be there, and we will be there. How happy they will be." Qiaoqiao gently advised.

"Qiaoqiao, I'm so scared, so scared that Daddy will never come back. I'm afraid I'll never have a daddy again."

Zhou Wenhui buried his head in Qiaoqiao's lap and sobbed softly.

"I'm scared too. My father is the person I respect the most. As long as he's alive, even if he's bedridden and can't take care of himself, I'm willing to take care of him for the rest of my life."

Those were such familiar words. That year, facing his crippled leg, he tried to commit suicide time and time again. His father said, "Wenhui, as long as you live, Dad will take care of you for the rest of your life."

This is the bond between family members. As long as you live, Dad, as long as you live, your son can accept anything.

"Wenhui, we will stop crying. We will face the difficulties together. If Dad could get through it, so can we."

The snow in Beijing is so heavy, covering all the pain, as white as if it were an ornament.

That night, the two young people encouraged and comforted each other, as they were about to walk hand in hand through the cold winter.

The vast universe will not stop because of your pain or joy; it will continue its hurried march forward.