"You are Yang Xuehua's parents?" Xia Xiao looked at Mr. and Mrs. Yang and didn't quite know what to say for a moment. So many years had passed since they returned to find their daughter; their hearts must have been yearning for her. But had they ever thought about what Yang Xuehua's life would be like in the storm they left behind?
But if they hadn't left, they would have surely faced disaster.
"Yes," Mr. and Mrs. Yang said excitedly.
"Do you know that she doesn't live here anymore, and that she married and had children a long time ago?"
As soon as Xia Xiao finished speaking, Mr. and Mrs. Yang were startled. They were both in their sixties, and their daughter was over forty, certainly married with children by now.
"Comrade Xia, where does Xuehua live?" Mr. and Mrs. Yang had inquired about Yang Xuehua and knew she lived at this address, but the rest was still unclear to them.
"Please come in and sit down first," Xia Xiao welcomed them inside.
