"Children! You shouldn't have come here. Go back home quickly. It's not appropriate for us to meet now." He couldn't let the children get involved.
Not to mention his granddaughter's family, even if she didn't have one, he couldn't harm the child.
"You are my grandpa, right?" Feng Jiaojiao was sure that the other person was her grandpa.
"Don't worry, I just want to make sure I won't do anything too obvious and put myself in danger."
The old man glanced outside and saw no one, "Come in."
The two men followed the old man into the house.
"This is some food and daily necessities for you. Don't worry, the team leader here is my uncle. I will ask him to take care of you." An Jianjun put the things he brought on the table.
They brought some fine grains, some daily necessities, and a thermos for the old man. An Jianjun took a quick look when he came in the afternoon, and he had a rough idea of what was missing.
"No need, I have everything I need, you can take it back." The old man felt guilty, the child had grown up without him giving him anything, but now he wanted the child to rely on him.
"Grandpa, if my mom were alive, she would definitely do the same. Actually, she... has always missed you guys very much."
The old man took out a worn handkerchief from his inner pocket with trembling hands. The handkerchief carefully wrapped a photo.
It was a beautiful woman holding a cute little girl who looked only five or six years old.
Yes, this is Feng Jiaojiao and her mother Song Min.
The two took the photo and looked at it, and it was indeed true, without a doubt.
The three words "Feng Jiaojiao" were written on the back of the photo.
"I'm sorry to your mother. I...I shouldn't have said those harsh words, which made her afraid to go home for so many years." The old man regretted it very much.
Both father and daughter have stubborn tempers, neither of them is willing to bow their heads first, and both are proud people.
It turns out that the Harbin Textile Factory was originally a private enterprise owned by Mr. Song, and was donated to the country after the founding of the People's Republic of China.
Song Renhua and his wife were on a business trip here with their daughter Song Min at the time, in charge of some affairs of the textile factory. After all, they were familiar with the business.
Song Min met Feng Daquan at the textile factory and they secretly started dating.
By the time Song Renhua discovered it, the two were already inseparable.
He tried to break up the couple, but failed to separate them. He lost a daughter, and Song Renhua was so angry that he returned to Shanghai and never came back.
"Child, you...why are you here? That brat Feng Daquan..." Grandpa Song was puzzled.
Feng Jiaojiao glanced at An Jianjun with some displeasure.
An Jianjun was also speechless in the face of Grandpa Song's questioning gaze.
"Grandpa, it's like this..."
Feng Jiaojiao briefly explained the situation at home and how she had been schemed against by her stepmother.
As for myself and An Jianjun... let's skip it.
"Don't let me see this heartless bastard!" Grandpa Song was very angry.
"Grandpa, don't be angry. If I hadn't gone to the countryside, I wouldn't have seen you. This may be the fate between us, grandparents and grandchildren." Feng Jiaojiao just wanted to comfort her grandpa.
Hearing this, the old man felt a little uncomfortable.
Then, he thought of something and felt guilty, "My child, if I had seen you earlier, grandpa would have nothing to give you now."
The old man now has nothing in his hands.
"Grandpa, being able to see you is the greatest gift I have ever received. Now, go to bed early. I will come to see you next time." Feng Jiaojiao looked at the time. It was almost eleven o'clock.
"Wait a minute!" The old man took out a piece of paper and a pen and wrote down an address.
The queen whispered to them, "If you two have the chance, come to this place and do as I say. The things inside will be considered as my dowry for my granddaughter."
"This!" The two were shocked. They didn't expect there would be such a surprise.