Early the next morning, a middle-aged man in changfengyi came to Meiyuan, claiming to be the president of Qihua detective agency.

Aunt Zhuang leads the people in. Ignoring Zhong Dashan's gaze from time to time in the distance, she leads them directly into the hall and locks the door to prevent some villains from eavesdropping.

"Master Xia, you may not remember me, but I will never forget your kindness to me." The man bowed deeply to the summer old man sitting on the sofa and said sincerely.

The old man carefully looked at the man in front of him. He was in his early 40s. He had an obvious scar on his face. His facial features were very strong. With the scar, he felt like he was not angry.

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 was the child who was dying in your hands and came back to life. I will never forget you. In order to cure my injury, I haven't left my side for three days and three nights. Although I'm not very conscious, I know you are always by my side and try my best to cure a child with unknown origin."

The old man saw that he had grown so big and looked very healthy. He couldn't help laughing and said, "the child has finally grown up, OK! My efforts in those years were not in vain, and your life should not be lost. "

The man shook his head: "I don't believe in fate. If you hadn't helped me then, how could I be today?" After years of struggling in the society, he knew more about how precious Xia's life-saving kindness was. Not to mention the people who picked him up by the roadside. Even if someone sent him to the hospital, those doctors who threatened to save the life and heal the wounded all day long would never get the full treatment without getting the corresponding reward.

"Well, there's no need to talk about the past. It's all in the past. I just did what I should do, and you don't have to pay too much attention to it. What's your name?" Asked the old man.

The man quickly handed his business card: "my name is Qihua. I opened a Qihua detective agency in Haobei street. I received your call yesterday. I immediately checked your information and found that you are my benefactor for many years. I stayed up all night and came to see you early this morning!"

Xia Yuanqiu then said, "so you haven't heard from grandfather Deng yet?"

The man said, "no, I've got the news from Mr. Deng." He took out a briefcase from his handbag and handed it to Mr. Xia.

Xia Laozi pointed to the single sofa opposite him and said, "sit down and talk! Zhuang Ju, tea for the guests. "

Aunt Zhuang answered and left. Xia handed the briefcase to Xia Yuanqiu: "have a look!"

Xia Yuanqiu opened the briefcase, which contained a thick stack of information and several five inch photos.

Only one page of the information indicates his address, and the rest is information about his illness. The photo shows him sitting in front of a dilapidated house.

Xia Yuanqiu handed the photo to his grandfather: "grandfather Deng looks a lot older."

Mr. Xia sighed, took the photo from Yuanqiu, put on his presbyopia glasses, looked at it carefully, and sighed: "he is five years younger than me, but now he looks like a bad old man of ninety."

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