Early the next morning, a middle-aged man wearing a long trench coat came to Meiyuan, claiming to be the president of Qihua Detective Agency.
Aunt Zhuang led the person in, ignoring Zhong Dashan's eyes that looked from time to time in the distance, and led the person directly into the hall, and locked the door to prevent some villains from eavesdropping.
"Mr. Xia, you may not remember me, but I will never forget your kindness to me." The man said sincerely, bowing deeply to Mr. Xia who was sitting on the sofa.
The old man carefully looked at the man in front of him. He was about forty years old, with a short head, an obvious scar on his face, and very strong facial features. Together with the scar, he gave people a feeling of calmness and self-power.
The old man thought for a while and suddenly said: "Are you the child who was seriously injured and abandoned in Fangshan Park?"
The man looked excited: "Exactly, I am the child who was dying back then and came back to life in your hands. I will never forget that you didn't leave my side for three days and three nights in order to heal my injury. I Although I am not very conscious, I know that you are always by my side, trying your best to save a child of unknown origin."
Seeing that he had grown so big and his body looked very healthy, the old man couldn't help but smile and said: "The kid back then has finally grown up, great! It means that my efforts back then were not in vain, and you don't deserve your life." Absolutely."
The man shook his head: "I don't believe in fate. If you hadn't helped me back then, how would I be where I am today?" After struggling in society over the years, he understood even more how much Mr. Xia had saved his life back then. He is so precious, not to mention someone picked up by the roadside. Even if someone takes him to the hospital, it is absolutely impossible for him to get that kind of effort from the doctors who are promising to save lives and heal the wounded all day long without receiving corresponding rewards. of treatment.
"Okay, there's no need to talk about the past. It's all over. I just did what I should do. You don't have to take it too seriously. What's your name?" the old man asked.
The man hurriedly handed over his business card: "My name is Qihua. I opened the Qihua Detective Agency on Haobei Street. I received your call yesterday. I immediately checked your information and found that you are the benefactor I have been looking for for many years. , I was so happy that I stayed up all night and came to see you early in the morning!"
Xia Yuanqiu answered: "So, you have no news about Grandpa Deng?"
The man said hurriedly: "No, no, no, I already have news about Mr. Deng." He took out a briefcase from his handbag and handed it to Mr. Xia.
Mr. Xia pointed to the single sofa opposite him and said, "Sit down and talk! Zhuang Ju, serve tea to the guests."
Aunt Zhuang left in response, and Mr. Xia handed the briefcase to Xia Yuanqiu's hand: "Take a look!"
Xia Yuanqiu opened the briefcase. Inside was a thick stack of information and several five-inch photos.
There was only one page in the information that stated his address, and the rest was information about his condition. The photo captured was of him sitting blankly in front of a dilapidated house.
Xia Yuanqiu handed the photo to his grandfather: "Grandpa Deng looks much older."
Mr. Xia sighed, took the photo handed over by Yuan Qiu, put on the reading glasses hanging on his chest, looked at it carefully, and sighed: "He is five years younger than me, but now he looks like Ninety-year-old bad old man."