Chapter 290 This face reminded her of someone
Since Gu Qingye had been asked to receive it, he would naturally not keep it secret from him.
Zhou Tianqi recounted the national treasure's miraculous journey home. Even though this was the fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth time he had recounted this story, he was still filled with emotion.
Amazing coincidences, precise vision, decisive action and deep patriotism are all indispensable.
There is no one like him before, and perhaps there will be no one like him in the future. It can be called a legend.
Gu Qingye looked calm, but his heart had already flown to the other side of the ocean.
After Lu Youyou left, he thought about her almost all the time, and the longing deep in his bones erupted like a tsunami at this moment.
Did she encounter any difficulties abroad? Was she afraid of such a big thing? Was she unsafe?
Even though every link from beginning to end was full of coincidence, Gu Qingye knew that Lu Youyou's actions must have a deeper meaning.
He felt anxious when he thought about how she had to worry so much while she was alone outside.
But no matter how much she missed him, time and distance were there, and she could only hear the voice she longed for through the distorted electric current.
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Lu Youyou also received the same copy of Masses Daily shortly afterwards. It was specially sent from China by the embassy. Although there was no way to commend it in a big way, it was good to keep a front-page headline as a commemoration.
Song Yunqing was much more excited than her and took a close-up photo facing the newspaper. According to her, this was the first time in her life that she participated in a large project worth hundreds of millions of dollars, and she had to record it.
Summer vacation soon arrived, and Song Yunqing was eager to bring Lu Youyou back home as a visitor. She waited patiently until she finished her last exam before taking her to San Francisco.
"My grandpa likes quietness. After my grandma passed away, he lived alone in the old house. But don't get me wrong, my grandpa is not an antique. In some aspects, he is more fashionable than me!"
Song Yunqing has endless things to say about the old man. When she was a child, her parents were busy expanding their business empire, and she almost grew up with her grandfather.
Just like that, before arriving at the Song family, Lu Youyou already had an image of someone who was both old-fashioned and trendy in her mind. When she actually met Mr. Song, she felt less strange.
The Song family's old house has a very obvious Chinese style. An old man in a long gown stands at the door with an elegant and kind smile on his face.
"Nannan is back, this must be classmate Lu, welcome to visit us!"
"Hello, Grandpa Song!" Lu Youyou greeted politely.
As soon as Song Huanian saw Lu Youyou, he knew that she was a very good girl.
Have a clear look and act appropriately.
It is rare that at such a young age he is not pleased by material things and does not change his character even after suddenly acquiring wealth.
"Grandpa, my friend is pretty good, right?" Song Yunqing knew at a glance that the old man liked Lu Youyou very much, and felt quite proud of it.
Song Huanian touched his granddaughter's head, smiled and made a gesture of invitation to Lu Youyou.
The housekeeper arranged the snacks and fruits, and the tea set was also ready. Song Huanian brewed the Kung Fu tea himself.
"Nannan told me many times that she met a very good friend at school. Today I finally met her. Classmate Lu, just treat her as your own home and be casual."
"thank you."
Song Huanian immigrated to the United States in the 1940s and has almost lost contact with China in recent years. It is rare for him to meet young people from his motherland, so he asked them about the latest situation in China.
When he heard about reform and opening up, Song Huanian looked visibly stunned.
“Can foreign investors go back to invest now?”
In fact, Lu Youyou was not clear about the current regulations for introducing foreign investment. Normally, the regulations were gradually relaxed after 1979.
No matter what, I agreed first and then said, "It's OK now."
The Song family is a well-known computer tycoon and is of Chinese descent, so maybe they are interested in this area?
Song Huanian nodded without saying much, but he had already decided to mention it to his son.
At lunch, Lu Youyou had the most authentic Chinese meal since coming to the United States. As Song Yunqing said, the Song family’s chefs had extraordinary skills.
Seeing that she liked the food, Song Huanian immediately told the housekeeper to change the dishes in the evening, so that the guest could taste all the food from his hometown in the next few days.
Song Yunqing excitedly took Lu Youyou to visit her home collection. Song Huanian had heard about Lu Youyou's heroic act of donating national treasures, so he personally served as the tour guide.
The entire basement floor has been turned into a collection room, and the old man’s collection is truly spectacular.
From bronzes from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, Han jade, and Tang sancai (colored glazed pottery) to Song porcelain, Ming paintings, and Qing furniture, it has everything, covering almost five thousand years.
If private collectors do not sell many treasures, the world may never have the opportunity to appreciate their beauty.
Song Huanian is well-versed in both ancient and modern knowledge. Under his personal explanation, history seems to be reborn before our eyes.
Before Lu Youyou knew it, she had been in the collection room for over an hour. The wall near the exit was covered with photos, most of which were in color, and there were also a few black and white photos.
Lu Youyou saw Song Yunqing at different ages, as well as Song Huanian when he was young.
"This is our family portrait, with everyone on it." Song Yunqing drew a big circle with her hands, circling the entire wall.
Lu Youyou was stunned for a moment, her eyes were drawn to a black and white photo in the middle.
She was a stunningly beautiful woman, who looked 50% similar to Song Huanian, but Lu Youyou inexplicably felt very familiar with her. This face reminded her of someone.
"Yunqing, is this lady your family member?"
"This is my aunt, she has passed away."
"Excuse me, but could I ask your aunt's name?"
"Song brocade book, brocade of embroidery, book of calligraphy and painting."
Ten minutes later, Lu Youyou and Song Huanian sat opposite each other in front of the tea table again.
Song Huanian's body was tense, and upon closer inspection, he was trembling.
His lips opened and closed several times but no words came out, and the rise and fall of his chest seemed to exceed the limit of what he could endure at his age.
"Grandpa, what's wrong?"
Song Yunqing was a little nervous about the sudden change in the atmosphere. She had no idea what was going on.
Lu Youyou asked her aunt's name, and then her grandfather was wrong. The two looked at each other for a long time, and then it became like this.
Is there really such a thing as eye contact?
Even if there is, it shouldn't exist between two people who have just met, right?
"Mr. Lu, may I ask, may I ask..."
Song Huanian's voice was dry. He opened his mouth several times but didn't get the second half of the sentence out.
Decades of regret suddenly had a clue, he couldn't believe it and didn't even dare to ask.
"My husband's mother is also called Song Jinshu, Jin for embroidery and Shu for painting. Her husband is Gu Bohuai..."
Lu Youyou stopped because the old man opposite was already in tears.
The black and white photo was on the table at this moment. She looked at the woman in the photo who seemed 50% familiar and 50% unfamiliar. In a trance, her face and Gu Qingye's face slowly overlapped.
Song Yunqing was really frightened this time. She stood up suddenly, and the heavy huanghuali chair made a loud noise when rubbing against the ground.
"Grandpa..." She raised her hand blankly, but didn't know where to put it.
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