Chapter 295: Let Him Pay Money (Updated)
Mr. Song didn't want to take a plane. He wanted to take a train to see his homeland after decades of absence.
Of course the distinguished guest's request had to be met. A carriage was arranged directly on the train from Yangcheng to Jiangnan to make the old gentleman satisfied.
Song Huanian, Song Heting and Song Jingting were all born and raised in China, so it was natural that they were filled with emotion when they returned to their homeland.
When they left, the city was ravaged by war and there were ruins everywhere. Now, although the city is gray due to cuts in spending and the people on the platform are dressed simply, the smiles on people's faces are real.
The motherland has emerged from the shadow of war and is heading towards a bright future. The younger generations do not have too deep feelings about this, but the elders are filled with indescribable emotion.
Especially Song Huanian, who was not born in a peaceful era, hopes even more that the motherland can become stronger.
This was the cause his daughter had sacrificed her life for, and now that he could see it with his own eyes, it fulfilled his years of longing.
He couldn't help but look at Gu Qingye beside him. His grandson had taken the same path as his daughter. They were both good children, but why did his heart ache so much...
Gu Qingye's hand was held by the old man the whole time, and he never let go. The wrinkled palm emitted a constant flow of warmth.
He had never enjoyed the care of his elders, not even the "parents" in Qiaoshan Village, and when he met Gu Bohuai, he no longer needed it.
If nothing unexpected happens, this old man will become his relative in the future. He has never had such a relative before.
"Kid, what's wrong?"
Song Huanian's smile was kind and gentle, and after his emotions gradually calmed down, he returned to his elegant and steady appearance. But to Gu Qingye, he was more like an ordinary old man who cared about his grandchildren.
"Nothing." Gu Qingye raised the corner of his mouth slightly. He was still not used to communicating with his elders.
Song Huanian also realized that this child was not a talkative person. If he didn't want to talk, then he didn't have to. It didn't matter.
In a place where no one is looking after him, my grandson grew up alone and became a proud soldier. I feel nothing but pride, honor and heartache.
If Jinshu knew that his child was so outstanding, he would definitely be very happy in the afterlife.
The people in Jiangnan had been notified long ago that foreign businessmen would be returning to worship their ancestors, and they were on high alert. When the train arrived at the station, the reception team had grown even longer.
But Song Huanian didn't care about all this. He still stayed with Gu Qingye. Together with the little tail Song Yunqing, the three of them were at the end of the team.
The Song family has been thriving in Jiangnan since the Ming Dynasty. Song Huanian's branch has been wealthy for many generations, and despite its ups and downs, it has always been a wealthy family in Jiangnan.
It was only because the family had been a single-line inheritance for three generations that the Song family's reputation was not as prominent as that of their ancestors when Song Huanian was born, but no one knew how rich the family was.
This is also why so many people were shocked when the eldest daughter of the Song family fell in love with the penniless Gu Bohuai.
It's not just an ordinary mismatch, this is a peasant marrying a fairy, only myths and legends have such unreasonable plots.
When the Song family left, they could not take any real estate with them, so Song Huanian donated all the family assets they could not take with them to the organization, regardless of whether it was useful or not, just to show his fatherly love.
Knowing that the Song family was coming back this time, the local Zhengwen Mansion gritted their teeth and made up their minds to sort out the intact real estate donated by Song Huanian, clear out what needed to be cleared out, move all the offices away, and find the land deeds to return them to the Song family.
They also sent people to the Song family's hometown early to clear the route for ancestor worship, and organized local villagers to clear the weeds near the ancestral tombs.
Fortunately, most of the people in the village are descendants of the Song family, and the ancestral tombs have always been taken care of. The villagers were very happy to know that Song Huanian was coming back with his family.
Song Huanian was a little surprised. He didn't expect to be treated with such courtesy.
When the Song family was in turmoil, they left their hometown. He knew that it was not wrong to protect his family, but sometimes he would dream of his ancestors pointing at his nose and scolding him for being a deserter in the middle of the night.
Although his daughter paid with her life, he felt unworthy of such a gift.
"I can't accept these. I never thought of taking them back when I donated them. Just think of it as the Song family's small contribution to our hometown."
The officials were a little anxious. How could they fail to give away the gifts they had prepared so carefully?
"Mr. Song..."
One side insisted on giving it, the other side insisted on not giving it.
After a back and forth that was very much in line with Chinese traditional customs, Song Huanian took back the ancestral home and donated the remaining assets in the name of Song Jinshu.
After the tomb sweeping ceremony, there was a dinner banquet, which was of quite high standard and was held at the official foreign affairs level.
Song Huanian still sat next to Gu Qingye. It was difficult to refuse the local kindness, but what he really wanted was a family dinner.
"When we get to the capital, we'll have a meal together, just as a family."
"good."
The wrinkles on Song Huanian's face were smoothed out, and he gently patted Gu Qingye's hand: "Is it okay to delay your work?"
"It won't delay him." In order to let him cooperate with the work of various departments, the people of the city gave him three days of leave.
"That's good, that's good!"
The old man finally saw his grandson, and he wished Gu Qingye could be in front of him 24 hours a day.
He doesn't care about any assets or privileges. He would rather give money to his grandson as long as he can stay with him for a long time.
If the leaders of the Ministry of Foreign Trade and Economic Cooperation could hear Song Huanian's voice, they would probably faint with joy. It was because Gu Qingye was not under their jurisdiction, otherwise they would have packed up and sent him to the old man long ago.
The Song family rested in Jiangnan for one night and took a special plane to Beijing the next day.
On the plane, Gu Qingye told Gu Bohuai about his request.
"Mr. Song..."
Gu Qingye was interrupted just as he opened his mouth. Song Huanian looked at him disapprovingly, with sadness and sorrow in his eyes.
"Qingye, you, you... don't want to acknowledge your grandfather, or do you have any objections to him?"
In addition to Song Huanian and Gu Qingye, there were also Song Yunqing's siblings and Song Jingting's son. Several young people turned their heads and looked at the old man.
Oh My God!
This tone, this expression!
Is this their grandfather, a famous calligrapher, painter, and collector who is well-versed in both ancient and modern times and has a strong sense of style? !
What blinded them?!
"No." Gu Qingye was just not used to it. Seeing Song Huanian was sad, he called out, "Grandpa."
"Hey! Okay, okay, call me that from now on!"
Song Huanian's expression changed immediately, and he smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed.
The three siblings of the Song family looked at each other and then took the initiative to look away.
I guess during this period of time, Grandpa only has new grandchildren in his mind, not old ones, but they are not jealous at all.
It is a blessing for the whole family and the consensus of the whole family that an old man in his seventies can always smile.
Song Huanian pulled Gu Qingye's hand over and held it again. There was no other reason, he just felt at ease holding it in his hand.
"Qingye, is there anything you want to tell grandpa?"
"Gu Bohuai asked if he could see you. He wants to apologize to you in person."
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