Chapter 442 (1/2)

Entering, Tang Qingfeng raised his hand and waved to a 40-50-year-old man sitting in the middle of the second row.

The man was forty or fifty years old, but his hair was already a little gray. Fu Zhiran saw it and was stunned. When he turned to look at them, he showed his face. Fu Zhiran laughed happily, ”Uncle Fang.”

The man listened to Fu Zhiran calling him, frowned, reached out and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, looked at her carefully, recognized it, and stood up excitedly, ”Xiao ran.”

Fu Zhiran quickly steps up and says, ”just now I was surprised to hear that you were a professor here.”

Father had many comrades in arms and friends in his life, but the only one he praised in front of her was Uncle Fang.

Later, they were all transferred out of the army. They didn't see each other often, and even had little contact with each other. However, every time they met, they would get drunk and have a long talk.

There's no restraint at all.

”I haven't seen you for years. You are still like a child.” Fang Jiaming reached out and touched Fu Zhiran's head with a smile.

A look of love.

”Uncle Fang hasn't changed much either.” Fu Zhiran said and looked at Fang Jiaming's hair, frowned painfully, ”but why is uncle Fang's hair suddenly white so much?”

She only met him one year before his father left. At that time, he had black hair and could not even see a piece of white silk. If he had not experienced anything in recent years, how could his hair be so white.

Fang Jiaming said with a smile: ”it's normal to be old and white.”

Then he looked at Fu Zhiran and sighed, ”Hey, these years, it's not easy for you. I've heard all about it. I haven't been able to come back to see you and your mother.”

Fu Zhiran pursed her lips, pursed a touch of bitterness at the corners of her mouth, and her eyes were moist.