Seeing such a situation, Ye Qian nodded slightly. However, he was also well aware that although this matter would not be exposed by the media, it did not mean that the captain would not tell those investigators from the National Security Bureau. However, Ye Qian wasn't too worried about this. After all, the cameras on the plane had long been destroyed by four bandits and didn't capture his appearance at all. Just based on the captain and the passengers' accounts, it surely wouldn't be an easy thing to find him.
As soon as I stepped out of the airport, I saw an ambulance and a police car parked outside. I saw an elderly man being moved from the ground to a stretcher by several nurses and put into the car. The old man let out a series of painful moans from his mouth, clearly having suffered a serious injury. Looking at the old man's figure, Ye Qian was slightly stunned for a moment, feeling a sense of deja vu. A police officer beside was asking a fat man in a suit, "Isn't that the so-called successful person I just saw on the plane?" He was seen speaking something to the police with an air of arrogance, and then was led into the car by the police.
Soon, the voices of people's chatter could be heard in my ears.
Alas, that old man is really unlucky. He kindly picked up the fat man's wallet and wanted to return it to him, but in the end, he was suspected of having stolen it and was given a severe beating. These days, it's hard to be a good person.
Sure enough, these days the least valuable thing is life. That old man was just a junk collector. I guess even if he was beaten to death, no one would seek justice for him. Seeing that the fat man's clothes were all designer brands, he must be a rich man. How could a junk collector beat him? This beating would only be in vain.
Ye Qian frowned slightly, staring at the fat man as he got into the police car. Only then did he reach out and hail a taxi, driving home. If it weren't for the police, Ye Qian would surely have gone over and given the fat man a good scolding. But now that the police have stepped in, regardless of whether the fat man has been convicted or not, it's not convenient for him to come forward either. Not to mention, Ye Qian was also eager to go home. After all, it's been eight years since I last went back. I wonder if there have been any changes at home and if my father still lives there.
All along the way, Ye Qian's mood was unstable, just like a child who had made a mistake. He wanted to go home but was also afraid to do so.
The car finally came to a stop. Ye Qian glanced out of the car window. For eight years, it seems that there has been no change here. It is still a dilapidated shantytown. On both sides of the broken roads stand tall paulownia trees. Occasionally, a few chirps of birds can be heard. In this place with few traffic, it appears particularly bright.
Ye Qian was making great efforts to search for the house in his memory. The already dilapidated little house was now even more dilapidated, as if it was in danger of collapsing at any moment. The door was half open, and the couplets on it had already turned slightly pale. The handwriting on them was clearly not professional; it was delicate and tender, as if it were written by a girl.
Taking a deep breath, Ye Qian finally gathered his courage and walked towards the dilapidated hut. He knocked on the door, but no one responded. Ye Qian then went in. The furnishings remain the same as they were eight years ago, with no changes. In the living room, there is only a simple round table and a few benches. On the counter, there is a group photo. An old man in tattered clothes is gathered in the middle by a group of teenagers, with a kind and amiable smile on his face. Ye Qian's tears couldn't help streaming down his face. Who says a man doesn't shed tears easily? It's just that he hasn't reached the point of heartbreak.
The sound of cooking could be heard from the kitchen. Ye Qian wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and walked in. He saw a girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old busy in the kitchen. Ye Qian was stunned for a moment and then knocked on the door.
The girl excitedly turned her head, but what she saw was a strange face. She couldn't help but be slightly stunned for a moment, and swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth forcefully. He glanced at Ye Qian and asked, "What's up?"
Ye Qian glanced at the girl. She was dressed in a pure and innocent girl's outfit. Although her dress was very simple, it still couldn't hide her beauty. "Is Dad at home?" Ye Qian asked gently.
"Brother Er Er" The girl was stunned for a while. Finally, she remembered that she had seen the person in front of her in the photo left by her father. Although that childishness had faded away and was replaced by a mature and resolute look, the girl still had a very deep impression of him because he was someone her father often mentioned.
Ye Qian clearly didn't expect the girl in front of him to recognize him. He couldn't help but be slightly stunned for a moment. But on second thought, perhaps it was because her father had mentioned her in front of her and there was a photo of her at home that the girl got to know her. A wave of emotions welled up in her heart, and she almost couldn't hold back her tears. He knew that his father must have been thinking of him and worrying about him all these eight years.
But after all, he was the captain of the Wolf-tooth mercenaries. Ye Qian finally suppressed the emotion in his heart and gave the girl a slight smile, saying, "You know me, hehe. What's your name?"
"Han Xue," the girl sized up the person her father often mentioned in front of her and replied crisply. The person in front of me had a refined and elegant expression. If it weren't for that scar on his face, he would be a refined intellectual in every way. He was quite different from the mischievous and mischievous Ye Qian that my father often mentioned.
"Hasn't Dad come back yet?" Ye Qian asked.
"You should be back soon, Second brother. Sit down and have a rest first." Han Xue poured a cup of tea for Ye Qian as she spoke. Ye Qian said "Thank you" and naturally took it over. Although he hadn't been back for eight years, this place was still his home after all, so Ye Qian wasn't so awkward and polite.
Seeing that his father still hadn't come back, Ye Qian started chatting with Han Xue about daily life and asked, "How have you been all these years, Dad?"
Han Xue nodded and replied, "He's quite strong, but after all, Dad is getting on in years. He can't stand running out regardless of the weather."
"Those brats didn't come back to visit Dad," Ye Qian's brows slightly furrowed, and a trace of anger appeared on his face. Although none of them were the father's biological children, they were all raised by him. The father was their second parent. As the saying goes, a drop of water's favor should be repaid with a spring of water. Those people of Ye Qian's age must have all started working, but they still left their father here alone. They really have no conscience at all.
"No, big Brother and Third Brother have all come back and wanted to bring Dad over to live with them, but Dad just wouldn't agree, saying that no matter how good it is, it's not as good as his own doghouse." " Han Xue said hurriedly.
Ye Qian nodded silently. He knew Han Xue's words were true. He was very clear about his father's temper. He was so stubborn that once he made up his mind about something, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get it back. Moreover, he didn't quite believe that those boys were ungrateful people either