Chapter 296 Who Cares About Your Sorry
The name that he had deliberately avoided was suddenly mentioned, and the smile disappeared from Song Huanian's face in just an instant.
Ever since he found out that he had a grandson, Song Huanian began to inquire about everything about Gu Qingye.
Although a lot of information was kept confidential, such a long time was enough for him to know that Gu Bohuai had been "invisible" in his grandson's life for more than 20 years.
In Song Huanian's eyes, this was no different from abandoning his wife and children. He didn't settle the score with Gu Bohuai, but the other party dared to come to him on his own initiative.
Song Huanian had never hated anyone in his life except Gu Bohuai.
"Let him come, I want to see what he can say!"
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The Revolutionary Martyrs Cemetery in the suburbs of Beijing was cold and solemn. Several cars drove in one after another. Song Huanian, dressed in a black Tang suit, got out of the car with the help of his son.
Today the old man wore the dragon-headed cane again. His fingertips were white, and it was obvious that the cane was not just for decoration this time.
Knowing that my daughter is gone is one thing, but without seeing her in person, there will always be a little fantasy.
Being here now means that I have to snuff out any remaining hope with my own hands.
Martyr, Song Huanian never wanted to be a martyr, he just wanted his daughter to live well.
The team of more than a dozen people moved forward silently. No one made any noise. Even Song Yunqing, who was usually lively, was serious and silent.
The phrase "sacrifice for the country" was too unfamiliar to her. She had never seen the scene of a country being destroyed and a family being ruined, nor did she understand the cruelty of war.
But when she saw the densely packed names on the monument and the neatly arranged tombstones on the mountain, she suddenly understood what her grandfather meant by patriotism.
Gu Qingye walked beside Song Huanian. This was not his first time here and he was not unfamiliar with this place.
As a soldier, he was always ready to sacrifice, just like the accident at sea. If Xiao Huihui hadn't found him in time, perhaps his name would be here now.
Although he had never lived with his mother, her resting place here meant familiarity and intimacy to him.
After walking for about ten minutes, the staff gently reminded the old man that they had arrived.
Song Huanian stopped as he was told, but was reluctant to look up for a long time.
Next to Song Jinshu's tombstone stood a tall and thin middle-aged man, it was Gu Bohuai who had arrived early.
Before that, he went to Qiaoshan Village in person to find out the truth of what happened and found out where Song Jinshu was buried.
If Gu Zhonghuai had not had a little bit of reverence in his heart back then and had not just found a random place to bury the person, he might not even have been able to find Song Jinshu's grave.
When he got to the place, he found that there was not even a decent tombstone, only a pile of earth, a thin coffin, and a fallen wooden sign.
If it were not close to the local old graves, this simple grave would have disappeared silently over the decades.
Gu Bohuai moved Song Jinshu's tomb to the Martyrs' Cemetery, which was the meeting place designated by Song Huanian.
Gu Bohuai walked up to the old man, saluted and bowed. He wanted to call him father-in-law, but he knew very well that the old man would not want to hear these two words.
But Song Huanian did not give him a chance to speak.
The old man pushed away his son's hand, walked past Gu Bohuai who was still bent over, and walked forward step by step.
There is a black-and-white photo embedded on the tombstone. This is the only photo left by Song Jinshu, which was taken by Jie Fangqian in the old revolutionary base area.
All the photos in Gu Bohuai's hands were secretly destroyed by Du Shuang, and this one was cut out from a large group photo.
Song Jinshu, who has been well-read since childhood, has a particularly gentle face, but there is a dazzling light in his eyes, which is the expectation of love and the yearning for a new China.
Song Huanian burst into tears. If Jinshu were still alive, she would only be in her fifties now...
He regretted it countless times over the years. The last memory between him and his daughter was that they had a quarrel and they couldn't even say goodbye properly.
Song Huanian's fingertips trembled, and he didn't dare to touch this cold and blurry photo.
At least Jinshu looks happy in the photo, at least this is her dream. Song Huanian can only comfort himself in this way.
The Song family members came together to pay their respects, and when they raised their heads, the eyes of the Song Heting brothers were red.
“Brother…”
Hearing Gu Bohuai's voice, Song Heting said coldly: "Mr. Gu, be careful with your words, I am not your elder brother!"
Gu Bohuai laughed at himself. He knew that the Song family would not forgive him, so it was expected that they would be so tough.
"I just wanted to say I'm sorry, I..."
Snap——
The words of apology came to an abrupt end as a dark shadow hit him hard.
"I'm sorry, who cares about your apology? Can Jinshu come back if you say sorry? She is only twenty-three years old, twenty-three..."
Song Huanian's eyes were red, and his gaze seemed to be murderous. He swung his crutch and hit Gu Bohuai.
The Chinese accompanying personnel were all stunned and wanted to come over to stop him, but Gu Bohuai raised his hand to stop him. He resisted the urge to dodge and took a few hits.
After all, Song Huanian was old, and he soon couldn't hold on due to the excitement, and the crutch fell from his hand.
Gu Qingye quickly stepped forward to support the old man's shaking body and helped him sit down beside the flower bed.
The Song family was also dumbfounded. They went over immediately, poured water and got medicine to lower the heart rate and blood pressure first.
Gu Bohuai walked silently to Song Huanian, knelt on the ground and bent deeply.
He didn't pay his respects to his parents when he married Song Jinshu, and it was only after so many years that he got to know Gu Qingye again. He owed the Song family a lot.
Gu Bohuai deliberately did not wear a military uniform, and he had to kneel if he could.
Upon seeing this, the team leader immediately gestured to ask the Chinese accompanying personnel to stand further away.
Now is obviously the time to settle family affairs. Gu Bohuai is at such a high level that we have to give him some face.
Song Huanian was leaning on a crutch, covering his chest with his right hand, and did not even look at Gu Bohuai who was kowtowing. However, the other members of the Song family all stepped away from him.
Song Heting and Song Jingting were fine. Although the three juniors didn't make any sound, their eyes were getting wider than each other.
I heard that this unrecognized uncle was of high rank, and he knelt down now?!
Song Yunqing couldn't help but steal a glance at her newly-appointed cousin, but Gu Qingye remained calm and his eyelids didn't even twitch.
Her parents didn't tell her in detail about the love, hatred and grudges of the previous generation. It seems that the situation is more serious than she imagined?
Then does she still need to call him uncle?
After Song Huanian took action, he never looked at Gu Bohuai again until he returned to the hotel and called him into the room to talk alone.
Gu Bohuai concealed nothing and told everything that happened that year, including his evil-minded brother and the willful Du family.
It took Song Huanian a long time to suppress his boiling anger.
"You divorced that woman?"
"Divorced."
Fortunately, we got divorced, otherwise the old man would probably "file a complaint with the emperor".
"Let's put aside what we owe to the Song family. Qingye, what are you going to do?"
Song Huanian's eyes were grim. He knew that Gu Bohuai had two children with the woman named Du. If what Gu Bohuai said was not satisfactory...
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