Then—
"Hasn't Xiao Wen sent any telegrams or letters?"
Mentioning this topic made Yi Chichi worried too, "No, not yet."
In early October, she could still comfort herself thinking that Wen Shi might be busy, possibly out at sea training or on a mission, and would reply once he saw her letters, or at least send a telegram when he returned.
Yet now it's the end of November, nearly December, and still no word from him.
Considering the naval battle in January 1984, worry started to gnaw at her.
"Grandpa, I'm a bit worried."
"Worried about what?"
Yi Chichi didn't dare to speak too candidly, besides, it wouldn't help. In their current situation, knowing wouldn't bring any benefit other than added anxiety.
So, she chose a more indirect approach.
"Grandpa, what's your impression of the people down south?"
"Which south?"
Several pairs of eyes looked at her inquiringly.
