Yu Mancang took the old black and white photo, and he couldn't tell what mood he was, and he didn't think it was a big deal, but his hands were more honest than his mouth, and he kept shaking, shaking until his soaked fingers were white and white.

"Old Yu ......" Lu Zhilan held his hand, tears rolling in her eyes.

Her palms are also cold, not much better than him.

The two warmed each other with a meager body temperature.

…… He's going to see what his dad looks like.

Yu Mancang thought.

There are old photos of my mother at home.

Daddy's no.

Pity this man who has remained in a foreign land forever.

This son of his, never dreamed of his own father.

Because this son never knew what his father looked like.

Yu Mancang rubbed the black and white photo.

This black-and-white photo made people deliberately fold up, and his mother's side was on top of it, grinding a little white.

It's certainly not the old one.

Yu Mancang could imagine that his father folded up the photo, and then carefully cared for his mother's side.

Maybe his dad will regret it.

Because in the photo, his mother's appearance is also blurred, and it is worn out so that it is not like words, and his mother's whole face is white, and it can be seen that his father often caresses his mother's face in the photo.

"Hoo ......"

Yu Mancang exhaled and nervously opened the photo.

Immediately after, he was stunned.

Frozen there, motionless.

"Old Yu?" When Lu Zhilan saw it, she was worried and sad.

She looked down and was stunned.

It turned out that in the black-and-white photos, the part about Mancang's father was all stained red with blood......

No, after many years, it has long been no longer red, it has all turned black.

Obviously, the part of his mother is just white, but this half of his father is completely unsightly.

Vaguely, Yu Mancang recognized from the blurred outline, his father was laughing.

That mouth was grinning to the back of the ear.

"Heh," Yu Mancang smiled suddenly, "Aren't you going to get married, see how happy you are." ”

After speaking, Yu Mancang raised his hand to cover his face.

Lu Zhilan shed tears, "Old Yu, if you want to cry, you can cry, let's not hold on...... Yes? ”

Yu Mancang shook his head, "I didn't cry, I just was worried." ”

Lu Zhilan burst into tears, "What are you worried about?" ”

Yu Mancang took his hand, pointed to the black and white photos, and said with a smile: "The photos are like this, how can I see what my father looks like, it's too tricky." ”

When Lu Zhilan saw him laughing, she cried even more sadly.

Actually, it's nothing.

He didn't know what his father looked like, though.

But you can imagine it.

His father looked the same as the thousands of martyrs.

They all have the same name.

It's called a hero.

When he saw the disabled old man selling popsicles at the passenger station, Yu Mancang knew that his father looked like this.

……

Many people present cried.

At this time, who would dare to laugh at Yu Mancang for setting up a stall?

Seeing this scene, Fan hurriedly took today's gift money and wrapped a big red envelope of 200 yuan.

With the relationship between Yu Mancang and Yu Lao, the big red envelope of 200 yuan is worth it!

……

Yu Lao cried for a while, and then gradually eased up.

took Yu Mancang's hand and said: "I am your father's comrade-in-arms, I am my own brother, I am equivalent to your father, you can come to me if you have anything, I can't help you, and I also fight this old bone to beg someone to help you!" ”

When Yu Lao said this, the big guys praised Yu Lao for his righteousness.

Fan Tong looked at the big red envelope of 200 yuan in his hand, then gritted his teeth and asked his daughter-in-law to take out 100 yuan from the gift money.

His daughter-in-law was completely unhappy, and muttered in a low voice: "Is it Uncle Lu's son-in-law's birthday or my father's birthday today, why did you give him 300 yuan, thinking that you were panicking because of your money?" ”