On New Year's Eve, Jiang Ningning finally heard the good news that Han Boyu and his wife were rehabilitated.
Not only did the Han family get their courtyard house back, but they also found a job.
Because he had worked with Xia Xia to modify a car, the Capital Automobile Factory gave Han Boyu a letter of employment, inviting him to work in the factory as a consultant.
Wen Xiumin returned to Peking University to continue teaching and educating.
"... Most of the antique calligraphy and paintings in the old house were lost and cannot be found again. The government will give a few thousand yuan in compensation." Jiang Ningning came to Courtyard No. 8 and told the two elders the news.
Even if we find these, I'm afraid there will be many fakes.
The Han family had a century of heritage, and many good things had been accumulated by generations. But when the family was confiscated and sealed, they were taken away one after another.
Ten years have passed in a flash, and there is no way to trace it.
"It's lost, so it is lost." Professor Han was calm, but he was not very satisfied with his son's work. "He had a talent for physics when he was young, so how come he became a car mechanic when he grew up?"
Mrs. Han glared at him and said, "What car mechanic? My son is not a car maker!"
She picked up a small paper cupcake, put it in her granddaughter's hand, and explained: "Don't pay attention to your grandfather. Your father didn't choose the path of scientific research. Because of this, the father and son are at loggerheads and quarrel whenever they meet."
Mrs. Han is very good at making desserts, and the cupcakes are sweet but not greasy.
Jiang Ningning had been fed a lot by her recently, and she felt that she had a big belly before she was not careful.
"The old house is not far from National Tsing Hua University. You can live with the child at home. Xiumin and Boyu will help take care of him."
Mrs. Han finished speaking cautiously. Professor Han, who was sulking over there, raised his head from the newspaper and looked over quietly.
Seeing the two elders' nervous and expectant faces, Jiang Ningning couldn't refuse and nodded: "Okay, I'll go home and stay there when the time comes."
Professor Han closed the newspaper and said excitedly, "I'll call my friends right now and ask them to find someone to renovate the old house. Manman and Xiaxia love apples the most, so let's plant an apple tree in the yard..."
Mrs. Han also wrote letters in a hurry, asking relatives in her hometown to take good care of her granddaughter.
The two elders completely forgot about their son Han Boyu and never thought about taking care of their son and daughter-in-law.
It was Jiang Ningning who called the Sixth Brigade.
Ever since the weaving factory got on track and received many orders, a telephone line was installed at the end of the year.
Not long after, the sound of heavy breathing was heard from the other side.
I guess Han Boyu and his wife got the news and rushed over in a hurry.
"Deputy Director Jiang, what do you want to talk to me about?" Han Boyu was obviously trying his best to control his emotions, but the excitement and surprise in his voice still betrayed him.
Although the news of rehabilitation was announced, they had not yet been told that Jiang Ningning was their biological daughter.
Jiang Ningning licked her lips. Since she had decided to accept the marriage, there was nothing to be shy about.
"Dad, I asked Donglin to buy train tickets for you and mom for the day after tomorrow. Grandpa and grandma are in good health and are waiting for you. Our family will spend a reunion year on the island."
The word "Dad" immediately brought tears to Han Boyu's eyes.
"What did you just call me?"
"dad."
Jiang Ningning called out again, thought for a moment, and added, "Is mom also beside you?"
"Yes, Mom is here." Wen Xiumin said in a crying voice.
Suddenly, Han Boyu screamed on the other end of the phone.
"It hurts, right? It seems to be real, not a dream." Wen Xiumin trembled with excitement, "My daughter is not dead. Ningning is really our daughter."
"Thank God... No, no, thank the motherland, thank the motherland."
"Thanks - Mr. Jiang!"
The couple hugged each other and cried bitterly.
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