Jiang's father found the only family in the village with a second-hand bicycle and escorted the old man along the mountain road. His last words before leaving were these words.
At that time, the old man was sitting in the back seat of the car, and Jiang's father hurriedly came over.
He thought his son was about to say something incredibly moving.
Unexpectedly, Jiang's father asked, "Hey, Dad, you've farmed before, teach me. Why are the sweet potato seedlings I planted growing like crazy, but the roots aren't growing? I'm waiting to cook for my students on this land at the end of summer."
Time flies.
Later, Jiang's father returned to Lanjing, found a job in a public institution, and became a doctor at a hospital. He often talked about his two years of teaching in rural areas, and was quite emotional about it.
No students have visited him in over twenty years, and he doesn't even know if those children have ever left the mountains.
Judging by his age, he should be five or six years older than Jiang Cheng.
Therefore, Mr. Jiang never did anything wrong in his life. He worked diligently at the hospital for more than 20 years and became a junior director.
I have never engaged in scheming or plotting against others.
I never resorted to flattery or obsequiousness.
Why do such people not become rich and powerful, but instead suffer misfortune?
This is fate.
How can one truly understand this?
Jiang Cheng felt somewhat numb, his thoughts wandering aimlessly. He turned his gaze away from the clear sky, ending this recollection.
The captain arrived and boarded the plane with him.
He sat down, his mind in turmoil.
Gu Qingwan arrived late, carrying two pieces of clothing, and sat down opposite Jiang Cheng.
It turns out she had just changed her route and gone to a place in Jiangcheng to rest.
"The temperature difference between the Federal base and Lanjing is too great. When you get there, you can change into lighter clothes so you don't get too hot. I also brought you two books. You'd better take a nap if you get sleepy, because we'll be flying for a long time."
Gu Qingwan tidied her hair, then poured a glass of warm water and placed it on the table in front of Jiang Cheng.
"If you're really annoyed, take a look out the window when you're in the sky. I'll remind you to handle anything. I've already arranged a dedicated line for You Lixuan. He'll send you the information later, and you can check it yourself."
"Okay," Jiang Cheng replied.
His voice was filled with exhaustion.
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