Today, Huaxia was a powerful country in the world, standing proudly among many powerful countries. Lu Fei's movie had too many metaphors from myths and legends. There was no corresponding figure in foreign history.
"Dong, dong, dong —"
A call came from the phone. The number displayed on the green phone icon was very special. At first glance, it did not look like a number at all, but it could be reached. Such a special number did exist in mobile phones, but there were definitely no more than 100 people in Huaxia who could use such a number. These numbers were only available to very special people, and Yang Mi's father was one of those special people.
"Hmm?" In a particularly mysterious place in Shanghai, in an antique room, an old man furrowed his brows in confusion.
If 20 people knew Old Shen's number, then this person's private number was known by at most five people in the world.
He was a little surprised. However, he quickly figured it out and seemed to have guessed something.
The old man was about 70 years old, but his face was ruddy and his face was extremely peaceful. However, there was an inviolable majesty.
He sat on an old-fashioned wooden chair with a sandalwood desk in front of him. The style was simple, but the carving was exquisite. There were basic documents on the desk, most of which were in kraft paper letter bags. In addition, there were also brushes, Hong Kong dollars, inkstones, and ink.
His phone was very similar to an old version of the Nokia 2000, but if you really thought it was a Nokia, you would be wrong. This phone was a special custom-made smartphone. There were also knockoffs on Taobao, but the price was 400,000 yuan. Please note that they were knockoffs and not the real thing.
"Hello, Dad."
The old man took the phone, and a familiar voice came from the other side.
"Hmm. How have you been recently? "
"If you have time, come home and take a look."
The old man said with some sadness, "I didn't think about what happened back then. After so many years, have you cooled down?"
Yang Mi held the phone, and her father's words echoed in her ears. His voice seemed to be even older than it was three years ago, but at the same time, it was also countless times softer.
In Yang Mi's memory, she had never seen her father smile since she was young. He always had a calm face, dealt with a myriad of affairs every day, acted swiftly and decisively, and kept his word. In all these years, she had never seen her father speak like he did today. His calm words were even mixed with some excitement and reminiscence.
Yang Mi cried.
She didn't know why, but she suddenly felt that she was so stupid.
Everything her father did was for her own good. If she hadn't been so impulsive back then, if she had communicated with her father properly, he would have understood her, right?
But at that time, Yang Mi had never thought about this. She felt like a canary in a cage, with her hands and feet bound. She hated this feeling. Perhaps it was because she was young and rebellious. She didn't know that if it wasn't for her father's secret help, would she be able to walk so smoothly?
Did she really think that those directors in the entertainment industry were all little sheep? Beautiful girls with temperament were never rare items in our country. Did she really think that she was something? For a beautiful girl without any background, from the director to the producer, most of them were wolves, tigers, and leopards.
Tears slid down the girl's delicate face, along her sharp chin, and dripped onto her chest. Lu Fei squeezed her hand. He knew that Yang Mi had been very regretful all these years, but due to various reasons, she had never had the courage to go home or even contact her family.
"Child, don't cry. Dad doesn't blame you. What happened back then was all my fault. If I had supported you, things wouldn't have gotten to this point. If you have time, remember to come home and visit. Your mother misses you very much. "
They were both high-ranking figures, but Old Yang was definitely several streets ahead of Old Shen. After all, there were only a few people who could stand at the top of the pyramid. Many people knew that Yang Mi had a deep background, but as for how deep it was, probably not many people knew.
For someone of his age, there was nothing that could move his heart. Perhaps only his precious daughter could do that.
"Yes, yes. Dad, when I'm done with my work, I'll definitely go back to see you and mom. Don't worry. You're old, so you have to take care of your health. "
"Okay." Old Yang nodded and said. At that moment, there was a knock on his door.
Old Yang glanced at the time. He still had an important meeting to attend that night, so he said with a smile, "Train well in the army, but also pay attention to rest. Don't try to be brave. I have something to deal with here, so I'll talk to you later. "
"Yes, yes. You too."
Before he finished speaking, the phone was suddenly disconnected.
Yang Mi was already crying with the phone in her hand. She suddenly hugged Lu Fei. Her tears were like a kite with a broken string. Soon, she cried on Lu Fei's shoulder.
Lu Fei didn't say anything. He just hugged her shoulders tightly.
He knew that at certain times, silence was better than words. Silence was golden. Love was like this. When she wanted to cry, it was enough if you could give her an explanation and a shoulder to lean on.
"Lu Fei, give me the phone. I want to call my dad too," Huang Zitao said.
Lu Fei handed him the phone and didn't say anything.
Huang Zitao had never liked to meddle in other people's business. Moreover, this was someone else's family. Even if he wanted to interfere, the girl would definitely ignore him. Therefore, Huang Zitao decisively chose to ignore her. Yang Mi was crying for her, and Huang Zitao was happy for him. It was fine if they ignored each other.
"Yes, who are you?"
"Who do you think I am?"
"You can't even recognize your son's voice!"
"Hahahaha, aiya aiya, it's you! How's it going in the army? "
"Oh, you're bragging, right?!"
"If you don't believe me, you can ask the instructor!"
Huang Zitao said with a smile. Then, he handed the phone to Yang Yuan beside him.
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