Zhizhi was sullen but felt that what his grandfather said was very right.
He squatted down to pull weeds at the side, although there actually weren't any weeds, it was just that he couldn't bear to part, hence his gloominess.
Grandpa Bo, the chief, stroked his head and smiled, "Zhizhi, when your dad was little, Grandpa also didn't have time to be with him, and Grandpa feels very sorry."
Zhizhi was surprised, "Why? Because Grandpa had to protect our country."
Grandpa Bo was very remorseful, "The number of times Grandpa held your dad can be counted on one hand, not because Grandpa didn't love your dad, but because Grandpa had no choice;
By the time Grandpa had time, your dad had already grown into a little man and didn't need Grandpa's hugs anymore."
Grandpa Bo thought back to when Bo Yan was little, just like Zhizhi, every time he left home, he would ask the same question, "Dad, when will you come back?"
