Lin Nianhe was still at the brigade headquarters discussing pig issues with Li Dahe when the phone rang again.
Li Dahe didn't even bother to reach for it, but nudged his mouth toward Lin Nianhe, signaling her to answer.
Lin Nianhe picked up the phone and obediently said, "Hello, may I ask who you're looking for?" Then she heard Aunt Lin's suppressed sob.
Lin Nianhe was startled and blurted out, "What's wrong, Mom? Did Dad die?"
Aunt Lin: "..."
Mr. Lin: "..."
Li Dahe: "..."
It took a while before Mr. Lin exclaimed, "My daughter teaches every day and still worries about my safety; what a filial child..."
Hearing Comrade Old Lin's voice, Lin Nianhe breathed a sigh of relief and grew curious, "Mom, why are you crying? My brother..."
"Your brother isn't dead either!" Aunt Lin hurriedly interrupted her.
"Oh." Lin Nianhe's heart settled completely, "So, what's actually the matter?"
Aunt Lin was taken aback by the question.
Right, what was she crying about?
