Upon hearing this, Qin Tian turned around and looked at Hong Weizhe, the commander of Shenyong Seven Company, whose eyes were full of exhaustion and desolation.
Seeing Qin Tian look over, Hong Weizhe sighed and advised, "Old Squad Leader, it's not wrong to live a simple life, but what you're doing can no longer be described as simple."
"If a person lives a lifetime and doesn't care about anything, what's the point of living?"
Seeing Qin Tian's indifferent expression, Hong Weizhe helplessly pointed to the camp's duty phone location: "Old Squad Leader, there's a call to the camp, specifically asking for you."
"It sounds like a woman, but it also seems like she doesn't know you."
Hearing Hong Weizhe's words, Qin Tian's eyes showed a hint of doubt, and he nodded, quickly walking towards the duty phone.
A moment later.
Qin Tian picked up the phone on the table, put it to his ear, and asked, "Hello, this is Qin Tian, who is this?"
"Qin Tian, I'm your sister."
As soon as the words fell, the voice and long-lost words from the other end of the phone made Qin Tian lose himself for a moment.
In the first few years after joining the army, Qin Tian would still occasionally receive calls from his adoptive mother, adoptive father, and nominal sister.
As time went on, the calls gradually decreased until they completely stopped.
"Little brother, are you listening?"
Just then, the woman's inquiry came from the phone, her voice full of nervousness and apprehension.
Hearing the woman's words, Qin Tian regained his composure and asked calmly, "I'm listening, is there something you need me for?"
As soon as Qin Tian finished speaking, the other end of the phone fell into a long silence.
Just as Qin Tian was about to hang up, the woman's trembling voice sounded: "Little brother, did you know that Mom passed away three years ago?"
Hearing the woman's words, Qin Tian's pupils constricted, and his heart trembled.
Although he was tired of the outside world and hid in the army, he gradually stopped contacting the outside world.
Of course, the kindness of raising him could not go unrewarded. Every month, Qin Tian would transfer all his salary, except for a hundred for emergencies, to that bank card to compensate her for sixteen years of nurturing.
Before Qin Tian could recover, the woman's voice continued: "The reason I'm telling you now is because Mom specifically instructed me on her deathbed not to disturb you."
"She knew you liked to be alone since you were little and didn't like to be disturbed."
"But how could you be so heartless? For sixteen whole years, you never came back to see her? Mom was still talking about you on her deathbed, wanting to know if you were doing well in the army..."
Listening to the woman's narration, Qin Tian couldn't help but fall into memories, his mind in a trance, two memories intertwined in his mind.
In his previous life, Qin Tian's mother died young.
His father was busy with his career and never cared about him.
When Qin Tian grew up and struggled alone in society, covered in scars, his father's factory faced financial difficulties.
For this, he contacted him, first showing some concern, and then stating his purpose.
He asked him to help him apply for a 500,000 loan to keep his factory afloat.
However, even with the loan Qin Tian obtained, it was still useless.
Since then, Qin Tian had been burdened with high debts, spending every day either working or on his way to work.
And his father, on the other hand, drank every day and did nothing. Besides working, Qin Tian also had to take care of him.
On Qin Tian's thirty-fifth birthday, due to overwork, he died at his workplace.
Strangely, his soul broke free from his body and could see and hear his surroundings.
His father, after grieving for a few days, immediately smiled happily upon receiving the company's compensation, hastily handled his funeral, and then took the compensation to enjoy himself.
He, the son who had never felt paternal love, seemed to have become a joke; family affection was not as real as money.
Having already struggled in society and personally witnessed this scene, Qin Tian completely became indifferent to, and even disgusted by, so-called emotions.
In this life, from childhood, Qin Tian spoke very few times.
However, his adoptive mother, Zhang Wanrong, tirelessly tried to make him happy every day, but it was all in vain.
At that time, Qin Tian's heart was already dead.
After a long while, Qin Tian's eyes were filled with shame, and his eyes were red as he said, "I'm sorry!"
Hearing Qin Tian's words, the woman on the other end of the phone quieted down.
After a long silence, the woman's voice choked, and she asked, "Little brother, Mom and I never blamed you. We both know you've always had that personality since you were little."
"Little brother, are you still coming back? If you have time, can you come back and see? Your sister misses you."
"Since Mom passed away, my daughter and I have been dependent on each other, and now my daughter has joined the army, leaving just me..."
"Huh?"
Hearing the woman's words, Qin Tian's heart trembled, and his expression changed: "What did you say? You have a daughter, and she joined the army? What's your daughter's name?"
Listening to Qin Tian's series of questions, the woman's voice was full of confusion: "Little brother, what's wrong? My daughter's name is Ye Cunxin."
Upon hearing this, Qin Tian's guilt grew stronger: "Zhang Haiyan! Ye Cunxin! I didn't expect that I was adopted by Zhang Haiyan's mother. I thought it was just a coincidence of names at first. I should have realized it earlier, I should have woken up sooner."
Thinking of this, Qin Tian looked at the appointment letter in his hand, his eyes full of self-mockery.
The harm brought by his previous life led to his indifference to emotions in this life.
In the end, he found that he still couldn't let go of what was in his heart, leaving behind one regret after another.
It was only then that he realized that family affection cannot be measured by money.
It's just that when there are many people, there are always some who abandon family affection for money.
And he unfortunately became one of those abandoned pawns, exchanged for money.
Just as Qin Tian was lost in thought, Zhang Haiyan's anxious voice continued to come from the phone: "Little brother, with the money you send back every month, I opened a company, and our family now lives in a large villa."
"Also, according to the news I got from my former comrades, my daughter participated in a training camp and is also in the Southeast Military Region, just like you."
"The higher-ups are also going to arrange a Deputy Instructor to go and guide them. That person's name is Qin Tian, little brother, is that you?"
Hearing Zhang Haiyan's question, Qin Tian nodded: "Yes, it's me."
As soon as the words fell, Zhang Haiyan's voice, full of surprise, came from the phone: "Little brother, if you go as the Deputy Instructor, can you help your sister take care of Cunxin?"
"Cunxin has been spoiled by me since she was little, and her temper is very stubborn. I'm afraid she'll be bullied in the army."
Hearing Zhang Haiyan's instructions, Qin Tian took a deep breath and replied, "Okay!"
For the next ten minutes.
Zhang Haiyan was mostly chatting, reminiscing about past events. Qin Tian listened quietly, occasionally agreeing.
After hanging up the phone, Qin Tian looked at the phone in his hand, his eyes slowly changing from bewildered to determined, and he reached out to dial.
This call caused a huge change in Qin Tian's mindset.
It was only then that he truly integrated into this world.
