Ming Mei looked at the old man's eyes and said, "Don't be too sad, after all...it's been so many years. You've been so good to me. If my father knew, he would definitely be happy."
Scratching her head, Ming Mei added, "Actually, I am quite unfilial. I never saw him when I was young, and hardly anyone mentioned him. I don't have any memory of him... to me... he's really a stranger. When I talk about him, I feel more confused than sad."
The old man patted Ming Mei's hand, "Don't say that, he loved you very much...very much..."
Ming Mei's words about her father seemed to stir up the old man's memories. After dinner, he returned to his room.
The old man's silhouette seemed more hunched than last night, and he trembled slightly as he walked.
Ming Mei felt some regret, she shouldn't have probed the old man like this. He spent half his life in the military, witnessed so much blood and gore, he's a hero, at least...in the eyes of many, he's a great hero.
