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August 1996, 8, New York, USA.

"Godfather!"

Seven-year-old Nick Lockett, wearing a white T-shirt and black slacks, excitedly rushed towards the entrance of the VIP passageway. Huo Qiyu dragged the box with one hand and hugged Huo Lin in the other. The younger son said, "Don't make trouble."

Nick reluctantly loosened the corner of his godfather's clothes, George took the box, and leaned over to look at Huo Lin in Huo Qiyu's arms.Immediately, the two-year-old child fell asleep as early as on the plane, and did not forget to hold on to his father's collar tightly.

"It doesn't look like you," said George, with a tone of regret.

"He looks like my mother, look how good-looking he is." Huo Qiyu smiled nonchalantly, "It's not good to be like me."

George had long been used to his tone of voice, and he greeted Nick to come over, and the four of them left the airport together.

No matter how long a true friend has not been in touch, the faint estrangement when they meet again can disappear in an instant. By the car window, Nick grabs the hand of his godfather and introduces him to the changes in New York after he left. George in the passenger seat He has taken over the responsibility of holding the child, and looks back at his best friend and youngest son from time to time, his perennially cold face seems to soften a lot.

Huo Qiyu lived in George Locket's house after he met him, and Locket's house still has his room until now.It was George's birthday in two days and there were already some party decorations in the courtyard.

"Master Sidney!"

The maid is holding a roll of ribbon and screaming at the little boy running around in the garden ahead.Sidney Lockett was about to toss the bushes next to the swing with the scissors he had just snatched, but he caught a glimpse of a figure behind him out of the corner of his eye.He hurriedly stood up and called out, "Father."

He raised his head with some difficulty to observe his father's expression, but saw that he was holding a black-haired child he didn't know, and he didn't pay attention to him for the first time.In the same line of sight as him, his twin brother was holding his father's backpack and making a face at him.

The maid caught up and held out her hand to Sidney: "Master Sidney, the scissors are dangerous, please return them to me."

Only then did George and Huo Qiyu notice the movement here, and George only thought that Sidney was playing a prank again, so he said casually, "Do as Mary says, Sidney."

His attention was entirely on the child in his arms.Sidney returned the scissors resentfully, and made a face at Nick unwillingly.Nick snorted and tugged at the corner of his father's clothes: "Dad, I want to hug Charlie too."

"Then you have to be careful." George smiled, and sat on the swing over Sidney. Whether it was out of genuine love or out of spite for Sidney, Nick showed that he really liked this beautiful brother very much. .Leaving Sidney alone seemed like an outsider.

There was slight resentment in Sidney's eyes, and the slight love he had for the child disappeared.He turned his head away, pretending not to see the scene, and quietly went back to the room by himself.

"Charlie is asleep?"

"Just woke up once, so keep your voice down."

In the room, Huo Qiyu leaned against the head of the bed, staring at his son's sleeping face. It was three o'clock in the morning Beijing time. It was fine for him to stay up all year round, but the child couldn't bear it.

Standing by the side, George restrained his breathing a lot. After a long time, Huo Qiyu got up and sat on the sofa by the window: "Is there anything you want to ask?"

"I've heard some things about Beijing."

"Even you know." Huo Qiyu looked out the window, "Then tell me, what should I do?"

"You can come to New York," George said. "You don't have to stay with me, but as long as you are in New York, you and your wife and children will be safe."

"Come to the United States, what does New York think of me, what does the federal government think of me?" Huo Qiyu sneered, "I might as well die."

George Lockett said nothing.

They met in a black market hospital 11 years ago, and supported each other to build their own foundation and family during the most chaotic and disorderly time in New York. He thought they were really close relatives, until that year when he went to Hong Kong to deliver arms, but turned the ship to Hong Kong the mainland.

Those munitions were active-duty equipment sent to the Afghan battlefield, representing the world's top defense technology. This is no longer a mess that can be caused by a family fight in New York.He pointed a gun at him in the study and asked him why he betrayed him. There was no fear on his face: "Beacuse I am Bolshevik (1)! I am Chinese!"

He is a Bolshevik, he is a Chinese, he will not stay in New York forever, and he and his Lockett family will never be the most important thing in his heart.All of this, after he learned of his relationship with the supreme leader, convinced him even more.

But in recent years, the struggle in Beijing has become more and more intense, and it has become a point that the federal government pays more attention to and even wants to take advantage of.He has contacts in the political circles, and he often pays attention to the movements in Beijing, so he is naturally more clear.

He asked a few words during the phone call, and Huo Qiyu on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, then suddenly said that it was his birthday this year, and he would bring his son with him.

Even though they have known each other for many years, he is sure that Huo Qiyu sincerely regards him as a friend, but under the current situation, he finds that he can't intervene at all.He seemed to know his background, his past, the reasons why he came to New York and why he left New York, but he didn't really understand it completely.

And even if there is only a slight information gap, the deviation in cognition will be very different.

The two sat by the window and didn't speak for a long time. It was not until the golden sunset faintly appeared in the sky that Huo Qiyu said, "Go to dinner, and don't call me later." His tone was slightly relaxed, and it seemed to be a little bit teasing, "Your birthday At the meeting, I dare not yawn."

(1) means Bolshevik, namely GCDY