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Sun Sihao is quick-witted and good at business, while Qian Shikun is aware of his shortcomings.
Qian Shikun smiled and said, "I'm not good at business, so I'll just contract a hill nearby, raise pigs, and sell them to you."
"Haha, that would be great!" He Tiantian smiled, hoping that day would come soon.
At noon, they talked for a long time, looking forward to the future.
I didn't say goodbye and leave until after 3 p.m.
He Tiantian was even more confident in her business; everything was ready except for the final push!
That evening, He Tiantian brought up Qian Shikun and Sun Sihao at home, and even showed her father-in-law photos of the two men.
Huo Zhekun was taken aback when he saw the photo and asked, "Tell me, what are the names of these two people?"
“This slightly chubby uncle is Qian Shikun; the thinner one is Sun Sihao,” He Tiantian replied. “Dad, did you know them before?”
Huo Zhekun shook his head and said, "I don't know the thin one, but I know this fat one, Qian Shikun. Three days ago, we received a letter from Hong Kong. It was a letter looking for relatives, but it was a private letter, not an official one."
"Huh?" He Tiantian was surprised. "I heard Uncle Qian say before that his family was in the opium business and was a criminal organization before liberation. So after liberation, they were immediately crushed and many people fled everywhere. He was not very old at the time and had many wives and concubines, but they all disappeared later."
"The person who wrote the letter was named Qian Zhigao, his father was Qian Shikun, his mother was Liao Furong, and his grandfather was Qian Wantong. Their old house before liberation was in Qianjia Lane," Huo Zhekun said. "If you have time, you can inquire about it privately and see if it's true."
This was sent by Huo Yingjun through special channels.
Huo Yingjun wasn't comfortable leaving the search to others, so he directly asked his second uncle for help.
“Okay, the day after tomorrow is the weekend, I’ll ask when I’m free,” He Tiantian said, knowing the pain of not being able to reunite with family.
Since Qian Shikun has relatives, she was happy to help.
Huo Yingjie took He Tiantian to Qianjia Lane. Since it was evening, Qian Shikun was at home, sorting vegetables he had bought from the countryside. He removed some withered leaves, tied them into small bundles, each bundle weighing about a pound, for five cents. Actually, he only bought them for two cents a pound. After removing the yellow leaves, he could earn two cents a pound. Selling a hundred pounds a day would bring in two or three yuan, enough for him to eat and drink.
"Tian Tian, Ying Jie, what brings you here?" Qian Shikun opened the door and was delighted to see two younger people.
Although Qian Shikun's home was simple, it was relatively clean, which proved that Qian Shikun was a shrewd and calculating person.
He Tiantian and Huo Yingjie placed the snacks and jujubes they had brought on the table and replied with a smile, "Uncle Qian, I came to inquire about something. I'll just ask directly: do you know Liao Furong?"
"Liao Furong?" Qian Shikun was taken aback. "Furong, I know her. She was my first wife! But I was a bastard back then, favoring my concubine over my wife, and I didn't care about her at all. Later, I lost track of her."
When he said this, Qian Shikun felt a little guilty. He didn't tell the truth because he didn't want to implicate his wife, and he didn't tell anyone.
He Tiantian and Huo Yingjie exchanged a glance, realizing that Qian Shikun had lied later.
“Uncle Qian, to tell you the truth, my father-in-law sent me to inquire. He said he received a letter from higher authorities seeking relatives. The letter was written by a man named Qian Zhigao, whose father is Qian Shikun and mother is Liao Furong. You have already served time in prison to atone for your past mistakes, and no one will bring them up again to torment you,” He Tiantian said, hoping that Qian Shikun would tell the truth so that she could complete her mission.
"Sweetie, is what you're saying true?" Qian Shikun looked at He Tiantian hopefully. He was a scoundrel when he was young, but now that he's old, he wants a home and family.
“It’s true,” He Tiantian said. “The letter came from Hong Kong.”
Upon hearing this, Qian Shikun's body trembled, and he said with a bitter smile, "Sigh, back then, Furong advised me to leave, but I didn't believe her. I just gave her some money and let her go. But at that time, she was alone and hadn't had any children!"
“Not giving birth doesn’t mean you’re not pregnant!” He Tiantian said. “This man named Qian Zhigao said he’s looking for his father, Qian Shikun, who shares your surname. Whether he’s your son or not, we might be able to confirm once you get in touch and meet.”
"Oh, oh!" Qian Shikun was a little excited, even more excited. If it was true, he had a son, and as for his wife, he didn't expect his wife to wait for him.
After all, I was such a jerk when I was young!
"Uncle Qian, this is Qian Zhigao's letter. Take a look. If you can, you should write a reply," He Tiantian suggested, guessing that the matter was probably quite serious.
Qian Shikun took it with trembling hands. The handwriting was beautiful, and tears immediately streamed down his face.
“This is Furong’s handwriting,” Qian Shikun said. Although he was a scoundrel when he was young, he had a couple of years of affection with Liao Furong and knew her handwriting.
Qian Shikun wrote the letter while shedding tears.
Originally, there were thousands of words, but in the end, there was only a simple piece of paper.
"Is there any token or something?" He Tiantian asked, trying to get it right the first time.
Qian Shikun wiped away his tears. Even if he was criticized and denounced again, he would still acknowledge his son and wife.
Anyway, at his age, if he can't reunite with his family, what's the point of living like this?
I didn't know before, so I could comfort myself and amuse myself.
Now that I know, I'll do anything to reunite with my family.
"Sweetie, wait a moment," Qian Shikun said, turning around and going inside. He pulled out a square wooden box from the corner of the wall, which contained many old items that Qian Shikun had secretly hidden away before.
Qian Shikun examined it carefully and found a silver hairpin at the bottom, decorated with a hibiscus flower pattern made of high-quality jade.
Because it hadn't been used for a long time, some black oxide had formed on it.
Qian Shikun carefully put away the box, then gently wiped it clean. It took a while for the hairpin to reveal its original appearance, exquisite and beautiful.
“This is Furong’s hairpin. When she sees it, she’ll know it’s me,” Qian Shikun said, his tone filled with excitement, hope, and guilt.
"Okay, I'll take it. I'll let you know as soon as I hear anything." He Tiantian took it. Her family kept old things, not to mention things from someone like Qian Shikun who used to have a large and wealthy family.
"I'm counting on you," Qian Shikun said.
"Uncle Qian, perhaps your family will be reunited soon. During this time, you must take good care of yourself," He Tiantian reminded him, lest Qian Shikun be distracted and something unexpected happen.
"I'll be careful." Qian Shikun nodded repeatedly. "By the way, I have some photos. Do you want one?"
He Tiantian's eyes lit up, and she nodded, saying, "That would be perfect!"
Qian Shikun took out the photos, picked out the one that looked the most energetic, and handed it to He Tiantian.
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