When he escaped back from Huaihai, there was a fellow villager with him, and he helped the man all the way back to Nantong.
In that man's eyes, Li Sanjiang was his lifesaver. While he was still alive, he often came to visit Li Sanjiang; later, after he passed away, his son followed his instructions and would bring something over every year.
Only, starting two years ago, his son's health went downhill, he could hardly leave the house, so he could only ask his grandson to make the trip once a year to deliver a small gift.
After arriving in Rugao, Tan Wenbin bought some gifts and went with Li Sanjiang to the family's home.
A simple self-built house, the family's circumstances were quite ordinary. The grandson was at home; he was the one who had phoned Aunt Zhang's snack shop to notify Li Sanjiang.
"Grandpa Li."
"How's your dad now?"
"The doctor said, it's these few days. My dad wants to go at home, so he asked to be discharged."
"Ai."
Li Sanjiang went into the inner room.
