Profligate rich second-generation heir Li Qingming transmigrated.
He became a vegetative patient. His family used half a bag of cornmeal to get him a wife, ostensibly for "good luck."...
The two chatted for more than half an hour.
Gongsun Huai felt extremely relieved and went downstairs with a smile on his face.
He was so busy being happy that he accidentally bumped into someone. He stopped and said, "Sorry."
"It's okay," said the person who was hit.
He raised his head and saw Gongsun Huai was a little dazed, then said happily:
"Young man, you look familiar. Excuse me, is your last name Gongsun?"
Gongsun Huai looked at him, not recognizing him. "Who are you?"
"My last name is Liang Shuo."
"Liang Shuo? The old man did mention this name," Gongsun Huai recalled.
"Your father's name is Gongsun Yang, right? Your father and I are good brothers. Is he okay?" Liang Shuo asked excitedly.
"My dad? He just passed away not long ago."
Liang Shuo said in disbelief: "Dead? Where do you live? I've been asking about your father for years, but I haven't found him."
"It's in a village thirty kilometers outside the city."
"A village next to the capital?!"
"Yes, if my father doesn't leave the village, I can't leave the village either," Gongsun Huai said, "My father is finally free."
Liang Shuo sighed and asked, "Where do you work?"
"I just arrived in the capital and don't have a job yet."
"I know your father's abilities. You must have learned a lot from him, right? You can come work at the museum."
Gongsun Huai shook his head and said, "My father didn't teach me anything. He didn't let me learn those things."
"Ah, he was the most talented back then, but unfortunately..."
Liang Shuo felt deeply regretful when recalling the past.
He then asked, "Why did you come to the hospital? Are you feeling unwell?"
"I'm here to see Dean Li for some medicine."
"Isn't this a coincidence? I know Dean Li," Liang Shuo said with a smile.
Li Mingqing stood at the stairs, watching the two chatting animatedly, and jokingly asked, "So you get along so well? Did you know each other before?"
"We just met," Gongsun Huai said truthfully.
Liang Shuo smiled and said, "Dean Li, he is the son of my old friend."
"Old friend?"
"Yes, I've been looking for Brother Gongsun for several years, and I didn't expect to run into his son in the hospital. I just thought he looked familiar, so I asked casually, but I didn't expect it to be true."
Li Mingqing pointed at Gongsun Huai and said, "Director Liang, are you sure?"
"I'm absolutely sure, the names match, Gongsun Yang. Father and son look exactly alike," Liang Shuo said with regret, "What a pity, we didn't get to see each other one last time."
"Uncle Liang, my dad can't move his legs. If he could, he would definitely come to talk to you."
Hearing this, Liang Shuo asked anxiously: "How did your father hurt his leg? Although he is older than me, he is in very good health."
Gongsun Huai didn't know whether he should say it or not.
From the conversation just now, he knew that the elder in front of him was the director of the museum.
As for his father, alas, things have changed.