Yan Hongyi looked at Song Yi, suppressed his annoyance, and said patiently:

"It's okay. You're still young. Let's not talk about that for now... Since you don't want to go to the provincial capital with me, I won't force you. But in order to ensure your living, I will send you ten yuan every month."

Yan Hongyi had a gentle expression and a sincere attitude, and he put Song Yi's feelings first in everything he did. Song Yi began to doubt his own judgment in a trance. Did he wrongly accuse Yan Hongyi? Is he really a loving elder and a person with a conscience?

However, no matter whether Yan Hongyi was a good person or a bad person, Song Yi was not around. In any case, he could not regard Yan Hongyi as a close elder, let alone trust him.

"Uncle Yan, you don't have to send me money. I don't need it."

Yan Hongyi thought Song Yidao's attitude had softened, and smiled kindly, "Don't you know whether you need me or not? Don't be mean, I am your father's best friend, I treat you as my own son."

Song Yi still shook his head.

Yan Hongyi finally sighed helplessly: "You are such a stubborn kid... I guess, but if you have any difficulties, please write to me."

Song Yi nodded, but didn't take it seriously.

"Then I'll go to the provincial capital first. Before I leave, I want to take a walk in Yun County. After all, I haven't been here for many years. Song Yi, will you accompany your uncle for a walk?"

Song Yi paused and agreed.

Yan Hongyi was also from Yun County, but he left home to make a living when he was young. After liberation, he only came back once a year at most. Later, when something happened to the Song family, he never came again.

No matter where he went, Yan Hongyi would always sigh.

"That state-owned restaurant over there was the largest restaurant in our area before liberation. Your family had shares in it. Later, when the public and private sectors were merged, your father took the initiative to donate his shares to the government."

"This street used to be a place that sold funeral supplies. My family lived here. My father lost all his family fortune when he was young, leaving only a coffin shop. I had no choice but to run this business. Unfortunately, he died early, and my parents cried until they went blind. I still don't know how to run a business...

My uncle Song, your grandfather, couldn't bear to see us go hungry, so he hired someone to help us manage the shop. My parents and I were only in charge of collecting the debts. Although the money was not much, it was enough for us to live on.

Later, I went out to make a living, leaving my mother alone at home. When she was sick, it was your father who helped her find a doctor. Even her funeral was done by your father..."

As Yan Hongyi spoke, his eyes turned red, as if he was filled with infinite emotion.

"Song Yi, my Yan family and the Song family are old friends, and the Song family is also a great benefactor of my Yan family. I have always remembered that your father actually came to me a few years ago and hoped that I would take you to the provincial capital, but the situation at that time was too chaotic. I was in that position, with countless eyes watching me. The slightest movement could cause my whole family to fall into eternal damnation. I..."

Yan Hongyi choked up again.

"I admit that I had selfish motives at the time. I was afraid of bringing trouble to my wife and children... The person I feel most sorry for in my life is your father. I often dream about him, and he accuses me of being ungrateful. My heart is tormented. So even though society is still in chaos now, I will still adopt you."

These words directly analyzed his inner cowardice and expressed his guilt, which were really sincere and heartfelt.

After Yan Hongyi finished speaking, he looked at Song Yi.

Song Yi asked calmly, "What's wrong?"

Yan Hongyi:?

Why is there no reaction at all!

No matter it was positive or negative, after he said so much, Song Yi should at least give some feedback, right?

Otherwise, how would he know what Song Yi was thinking? How to guide Song Yi's thoughts?

Song Yi really didn't have any ideas. Listening to Yan Hongyi's words, he felt like he was listening to the story of an irrelevant person.

In fact, it is not only the same towards Yan Hongyi, but also towards everyone except Aunt An's family and Aunt Hong. Song Yi's heart is like a desert where no grass can grow. He cannot feel any emotion and no matter how others ridicule and laugh at him, they still approach him.

"It's okay, Uncle Yan just wants to say that you can blame me, but don't refuse my help."

Song Yi lowered his eyes to hide his impatience.

So annoying.

If he didn't want to know what Yan Hongyi's other purpose was, he wouldn't have played along with him.

The two walked aimlessly. Yan Hongyi suddenly pointed ahead and said, "That park is the former back garden of your Song family. When I was a child, your father and I played hide-and-seek in the rockery there. The Taihu stones used to build the rockery were all brought from the south. It cost a huge amount of money in that era."

Yan Hongyi's tone was full of emotion, as if he was reminiscing about the former wealth of the Song family.

Song Yi's ears moved and he finally perked up.

"When I was born, the garden had become People's Park and no longer belonged to my family."

Yan Hongyi sighed: "Yeah, what a pity..."

"There's nothing to regret. The wealth was accumulated through exploitation. In the end, it was taken from the people and returned to the people."

"It's rare that you can say such profound words at such a young age," Yan Hongyi praised.

Song Yi curled his lips.

Yan Hongyi asked: "When your father was alive, he must have told you a lot about your family's past, right?"

Song Yi replied: "Father remembered it when he was young."

Yan Hongyi said anxiously: "He didn't say anything..."

"What to say?" Song Yi looked at Yan Hongyi. His eyes were clear and transparent, without any scheming like a child.

Yes, he was still a child!

However, there is no reason for Song Yi not to know. He is the only child of the Song family. If Old Song did not tell the secret to his son before he died, then what would be the point of leaving those treasures behind?

Yan Hongyi looked at Song Yi with his sharp eyes.

"Uncle Yan, what's wrong with me?" Song Yi asked nervously.

Yan Hongyi came back to his senses, regained his amiable expression, and said with a laugh, "Nothing, I was lost in thought as I recalled some past events with your father."

"Oh." Song Yi's eyelashes drooped and his hands clenched into fists.

He thought he knew why Yan Hongyi came.