Black Lotus is reborn. Hush! Just lie down and be quiet.

"You still know how to flirt? I warn you, you are not allowed to have a relationship during school hours!" Xia Qingqing warned.

"Who wants to talk? I'm fine being alone!"

Xiao Yingyue went to the kitchen grumblingly. She didn't want to fall in love with a man. She couldn't bear to share the delicious food with a man.

"The college entrance examination is coming soon, you should read more books."

Xia Qingqing said loudly that the college entrance examination would be held on July 7th, 8th or 9th in July. Although the academic score of the Film Academy was not high, Xiao Yingyue's constitution was too bad and she was worried that she would fail.

"I'll watch it after dinner."

Xiao Yingyue's answer was a bit perfunctory. She thought that she would take the college entrance examination anyway, and even if she studied hard, she would not be able to learn much. She might as well have fun. At least she would be in a good mood.

Song Chunlan finished cooking the last dish, and Xiaoyu came back. The little guy was very happy to see Xia Qingqing, but he didn't rush over to her like he did when he was little. He had grown taller now, and he could no longer hug his sister and act like a child.

"Sister, when did you come back?"

"Sister, I miss you so much!"

"Sister, did you miss me?"

Xiaoyu had endless questions to ask, and his eyes were always fixed on Xia Qingqing, he could never get enough of looking at her.

Xia Qingqing pointed at his head and smiled, "You've grown taller again. I miss you every day, Xiaoyu. I bought you a gift and paint, but the paint is still on the way and will take a few days to arrive."

"Thank you, sister. I also have a gift for you."

Xiaoyu ran upstairs excitedly, brought down a framed painting, and held it up to her with both hands.

Xia Qingqing took it. It was her portrait. Her portrait was surrounded by colorful flowers. Although colorful, it looked very harmonious and not messy. Instead, she was made more beautiful by the flowers.

"Did Xiaoyu draw this?"

Xia Qingqing asked softly.

Xiaoyu nodded with an expectant look in her eyes, wondering whether her sister liked it or not.

"Thank you, Xiaoyu. I like it very much."

Xia Qingqing hugged the little guy and couldn't help but kiss him on the forehead. Xiaoyu blushed, but his mouth was grinning, and he was smiling very happily.

She took out the gifts she bought from her bag. Song Chunlan and Zhuang Hongye both got gold heart-shaped necklaces, and Xiaoyu got a toy. The little guy liked it very much and took it out to play with the other kids in the alley.

The next morning, Xia Qingqing was woken up by a phone call. It was Chen's father who called.

"Qingqing, did I disturb your sleep?"

Father Chen sounded embarrassed. He arrived in Shanghai at midnight last night and waited all the way. He couldn't wait any longer this morning, so he called.

"No, I'm already up. Uncle Chen, where are you now?"

Xia Qingqing swallowed her yawn and acted very energetic to avoid the old man blaming himself.

"I'm at the military district guesthouse. Can I pick you up at 8 o'clock?"

Father Chen asked gently.

"Now you can."

Xia Qingqing understood Chen's father's feelings. Ding Yi's parents were not just ordinary comrades-in-arms to him. The old man must have arrived last night and hadn't slept the whole night.

After hanging up the phone, she quickly washed up and went out, had breakfast at the entrance of the alley, and waited for the military vehicle.

She had just finished breakfast when the car arrived. It was the soldier who brought her back last night and took her to the military guesthouse.

Shen Junrong was also there; he came with us.

There was also an unfamiliar old man. Although he was not young, he was still tall, elegant and handsome. I wonder how handsome he must have been when he was young.

"Qingqing, this is Uncle Yun. He also knows Mr. and Mrs. Ding Bingwen."

Father Chen introduced the elegant old man.

"Hello, Uncle Yun."

Xia Qingqing greeted him. It was obvious that this old man Yun was not an ordinary person. He also knew Ding Yi's parents. His rank was not lower than her father-in-law and Uncle Chen, and might even be higher.

Later she found out that Mr. Yun was the direct superior of Ding Bingwen and Chen's father, and was also the general leader in charge of intelligence work at the time. He held an extremely important and extraordinary position in the organization.

"Xiao Xia, you said you have the ID of Mr. and Mrs. Ding Bingwen, can I see it?"

Mr. Yun’s voice is also very nice, and he has a distinct Jiangsu and Zhejiang accent.

"The original is in Ding Yi's hands. Ding Yi is Ding Bingwen's son. I took a photo of it."

Xia Qingqing took out the film. Fearing that the picture might not be clear, she used up the entire roll of film so that there would always be one clear picture.

Old Master Yun asked someone to develop the photos. While waiting, he asked a lot of questions about Ding Yi, and Xia Qingqing answered them truthfully.

"What's wrong with him? How's his health?"

Old Master Yun cares a lot about Ding Yi, and his eyes show the pity that an elder has for a younger generation.

"I am now recovering from insomnia caused by my inner demons. Uncle Yun, how are Ding Yi's brothers and sisters now? Ding Yi really wants to find them. His father asked him to do so."

Xia Qingqing felt that Mr. Yun might know more.

Mr. Yun sighed and said regretfully, "Comrade Ding Bingwen and I are from the same hometown. His father died of illness before liberation, and his mother died in 55. Ding Bingwen's daughter was suppressed a few years ago. She couldn't bear it and hanged herself. She also wrote me a letter, asking me to find her little brother, Yiming, but I didn't receive the letter until several years later."

Old Man Yun looked sad. He had been blaming himself for not being able to take good care of his friend's child over the years.

But during those years, his communication and movements were restricted, and he was unable to take care of the two children. After receiving the letter, he sent people to investigate and learned about the unfortunate experience of Yi Hui and her brother. By then, Yi Hui had been dead for several years.

Fortunately, Yi Miao was fine. After he greeted him, Yi Miao's situation improved a lot. But Yi Ming was still not found. He thought that the child was probably in danger, but he didn't expect that he went to Gangcheng and had a different fate.

Xia Qingqing didn't expect this result. If Ding Yi knew that his beloved sister was dead, he would probably feel very sad, right?

Fortunately, his brother is still alive and there is a relative who can comfort him.

The photo was developed, and it was an enlarged version. After taking a look at it, Mr. Yun was sure: "It's them. I wrote the words on Ding Bingwen's ID and stamped it. It's him."

He said to Xia Qingqing, "Xiao Xia, when you get to Hong Kong, please give Ding a letter."

Xia Qingqing naturally had no problem with it and agreed readily.

The rest had nothing to do with her, so she drove back by herself.

The next day, Shen Qiubai came back. After being identified by experts, the drawings were indeed the latest weapons developed by the United States, and the drawings were very complete. Unfortunately, domestic equipment could not process some high-precision parts, and they could only be polished manually, which was too inefficient.

“Is it produced by machines abroad?”

Xia Qingqing didn't understand mechanics, so she asked.

"Foreign machine tools can process it. Another mission for our trip to Hong Kong is to buy a few high-precision machine tools."

Shen Qiubai's expression was very solemn. This task was much more difficult than protecting Liang Yiran. The international regulations were so strict that foreign businessmen were afraid of retaliation and did not dare to sell to the mainland.