My Junior Took Me Home for the Holiday, but the Person Who Opened the Door Was My Dad

When I was six, my father died saving someone. My grandmother was in poor health, and debt collectors were always coming to our door. But no matter how poor we were, my mother never remarried. She always said that my father was a hero and that I should be like him and do good deeds. In my senior year of college, a junior I had helped invited me to her house for New Year's Day. "Dear Dad, open the door quickly, I've brought a friend home!" She called out affectionately. But when the door opened, I discovered that the junior's father had a face exactly like my father's. "You must be Zhi Xu?" Chen Yuling's father greeted me warmly and politely.