Reborn as an 80s-aged woman, her unfilial son begs for forgiveness on his knees.

Zhang Wenying stared at the old man in front of her, whose beard and hair were trembling. Her mind went blank, and she froze on the spot.

For so many years, she and her brother had been hoping to find their biological father. It turned out that this person had been right in front of them all along.

She opened her mouth, but her throat tightened, and she couldn't utter a single word; instead, tears streamed down her face.

All the hardships and suffering she had endured over the years suddenly surged up, making her chest ache.

Seeing her tears, the old general felt a pang of sorrow in his heart. His hand trembled as he reached out and gently patted the back of her hand: "Children, you've suffered so much. I'm so sorry for you, so sorry for your mother..."

Zhang Wenying wept uncontrollably.

"My brother went to look for you back then..."

He saw the photo of you being awarded the Order of the Patriotic War in the newspaper and said that it was our father.

He's been there.

The country awarded you a medal and also allocated you a house.

Following his memory, the older brother went to the old house in the west of the city.

Ke Gangwei said that the building is where military leaders live, and you can't enter without an appointment.

He waited at the door all day, from morning till night, before being persuaded to leave by the guard.

He went there a few more times, each time bringing the photo he had cut out of the newspaper. However, he was stopped at the door by a woman who said he was a fraud and trying to climb the social ladder.

On one occasion, the woman even kicked him out, had him beaten up, and warned him that if he dared to come again, she would send him to jail.

From then on, my brother never mentioned looking for our father again.

He locked the newspaper clipping in a tin box and buried it, along with all our memories, in the corner of the old house.

He said, "Dad is a hero, a meritorious official of the country. We can't let him down, we can't make things difficult for him."

Upon hearing this, the old general felt as if his spine had been removed, and his body swayed violently.

If Shen Mingyuan hadn't caught him quickly, he would have almost fallen to the ground. He gripped Zhang Wenying's hand tightly, tears streaming down his face, his lips trembling as he couldn't speak.

lesbian?

Who else but Zhang Yurou could come and go from his house?

Why did she do that?

Doesn't she know how much pain she feels, having searched so diligently for her lost children every year without any results?

Why did she stop him? Why did she hit him? Why did she want his child to think that their father didn't want them anymore?

The old general's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and his chest heaved violently.

"Children... I'm sorry... It's Dad... It's me who's sorry to you all."

He whirled around to face Shen Mingyuan, his voice hoarse and almost inaudible: "Mingyuan, investigate! Find out exactly who blocked the door back then, who hit the person! Don't let a single one get away with it!"

Shen Mingyuan's expression was solemn, and he nodded solemnly: "General, rest assured, I will definitely get to the bottom of this."

The old general turned back, his hands trembling as he reached out to touch Zhang Wenying's face, but stopped in mid-air, as if afraid of startling something.

He choked up and said, "Child, give me a few more days."

"After I've found out everything, I...I'll come back to find you..."

Li Xiaojuan watched the car drive away, feeling a mix of emotions.

The reason why my father dared to beat the three of them in those years was because my mother had no family to support her and no one to protect her.

But now, she suddenly understood that her mother did not lack a family, but rather that the family that should have protected her had its door blocked by someone else.

"Mom... are you alright?" Li Xiaojuan asked softly, her voice filled with an unprecedented tenderness.

Zhang Wenying did not answer, but just stared in the direction where the car disappeared, tears silently streaming down her face.

She wiped her eyes and suddenly smiled.

"Daughter, Mom is fine."

Mom just...suddenly felt that her life had been worthwhile.

In her past life, she didn't know that the old general was her father. She only knew that when he passed away, the country held a grand memorial service for him, with tens of thousands of people seeing him off and the national flag flying at half-mast.

Unexpectedly, he turned out to be his father.

The person she thought had long since faded into obscurity by the passage of time had actually lived on in this world, and had become someone she could never reach.

Next year will be the day the old general passes away.

"next year·······"

Zhang Wenying murmured the two words repeatedly, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

If he really was her father, then no matter what, she would find a way to keep him alive...

The neighbors around looked at Zhang Wenying with awe as the military vehicle drove away.

Wow, people who come and go in military vehicles are no ordinary people.

Zhang Wenying is extraordinary!

"Dad, I've come to see you."

This is coffee I bought from the Friendship Store, please try it.

The old general went straight back to his old house and saw the attentive Zhang Yurou, feeling a mix of emotions.

He considered Zhang Yurou as his own daughter, and if she really did those things, then he had raised an ungrateful wretch for the rest of his life.

But out of politeness, he only picked it up, took a sip, and then put it down.

He doesn't like drinking this stuff; it's bitter, like drinking Chinese medicine.

Even during his years studying abroad, he couldn't get used to this foreign stuff.

"Dad, is it good?"

If you like it, I'll buy it again next time I go to the Friendship Store.

Zhang Yurou smiled solicitously, but there was a hint of probing in her eyes.

"No need, you can keep it for yourself. I'm used to drinking tea."

The old general replied casually, his gaze falling on the old locust tree outside the window, as if searching for something through its branches and leaves.

Zhang Yurou's smile froze on her face, but she quickly put on an even more ingratiating smile: "Dad, how can tea compare to coffee? This coffee is imported; I specially asked someone to bring it back for me."

"Is that so?" The old general finally turned his head, his gaze calmly falling on her face.

"In countries around the world, our tea is much more expensive than coffee."

The things passed down from our ancestors cannot be compared to any foreign gadgets.

Our tea culture is more sophisticated than coffee.

The old man was practically saying "worshiping foreign things and fawning on foreigners" outright.

Zhang Yurou's smile vanished completely. She lowered her head awkwardly, twisting the hem of her clothes with her fingers.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Yurou looked at Shen Mingyuan again and said softly, "Brother Mingyuan, Sister Can has already divorced that person. You... could you take some time to go see her?"

She's feeling very down right now, and that's when she needs comforting most.

Shen Mingyuan paused slightly in his teacup, his gaze darkening, but he did not immediately respond.

After a long pause, he said calmly, "Why would I see her?"

"Mingyuan, Sister Can has always had feelings for you, don't you know that?"

Zhang Yurou's voice carried a hint of urgency.