Pajia received a telegram from his hometown in Qamdo. His father passed away. He held the telegram in his hand and looked solemn. Xiao Puci urged from the side: "Uncle, let's go back to Qamdo. If we leave now, we can still make it in time to offer Panax notoginseng to my grandpa..."
Pajia's tears were streaming down his face, and he waved his hand at Little Puci.
"Should we leave? If you don't go back, who will do something for grandpa to pass away?"
Pajia just shed tears and said nothing.
"Uncle, you are good at talking."
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