Time quickly arrived at the birthday party day.
Fu Xiao and Mu Lianshen took the Yi siblings out.
The number of guards at the gate of Pang Garden today has doubled compared to last time. Red cloth has been laid on the ground at the gate, and the surroundings are also decorated in a festive manner.
He parked the car at the door and walked in with the invitation card. Pang Siyuan, who was greeting guests inside, saw Mu Lianshen coming up and said, "You are here, please come in."
Mu Lianshen nodded and said, "We won't take our seat."
"Okay," Pang Siyuan made a gesture of invitation: "Then please go to the backyard..."
"Director Pang seems to know why we are here,"
Pang Siyuan chuckled and asked, "I heard that this child's surname is Fu?"
"My father has a sworn brother in the inland area who has always been talking about his last name, Fu. Now that you are here, it can be regarded as a dream come true for him."
Pang Siyuan led the two to a very secluded courtyard, "This is my father's courtyard. He will show up at the banquet and come back soon. Please wait."
There was a thick layer of fallen leaves in the yard, but no one cleaned it up.
Then he walked further in and saw a table on the corridor with a scroll on it. Fu Xiao glanced at it casually and thought it looked familiar, so he stopped and continued looking.
Pang Siyuan asked: "Does it look like that?"
Fu Xiao raised his eyes to look at Mu Lianshen, and he said at the right time: "Not like that."
A painting of Grandpa Fu?
That's certainly not the case.
Pang Siyuan smiled and said, "I'm going to pick up my father. Please sit down for a while."
After he left, Fu Xiao stood in front of the painting.
Mu Lianshen handed her the brush and said, "It seems we didn't bring any birthday gifts."
Understanding what he meant, Fu Xiao picked up the pen and smiled helplessly: "Dad, I've only learned the basics, I'm afraid I can't draw it."
Mu Lianshen raised his eyebrows: "I think I've seen your self-portrait, it's very realistic."
"That's a sketch, you can't use a brush," Fu Xiao took out a pencil from his backpack and started drawing on the blank paper on the table.
Outline the...
After a long time, Grandpa Fu's portrait slowly appeared on the painting. At this moment, the sound of a wheelchair was heard. Looking up, Pang Siyuan pushed Grandpa Pang towards him.
There was a hint of displeasure between the old man's brows.
Somehow, Fu Xiao understood his displeasure, probably because she moved the drawing paper.
Pang Siyuan pushed him to the table and looked at Mu Lianshen, "Would you like to have some tea?"
Mu Lianshen and Fu Xiao looked at each other and followed him down.
The old man beside him also hid his thoughts and asked calmly: "Little girl, can you draw too?"
Fu Xiao smiled and handed him the portrait she had drawn.
The old man took it and took a look. On it was a portrait of an elderly person. The facial features and expressions slowly overlapped with those of the person he could never forget in his heart.
He couldn't help but clench his hand holding the portrait. "Who is this?"
Fu Xiao didn't answer him, but smiled and asked, "Is your name Pang Dajun?"
The old man's pupils trembled, and his eyes were filled with emotions. He raised his head with red eyes, looked at Fu Xiao, and smiled, "My name is Pang Chengjun now. Few people know the name Pang Dajun anymore."
"What's your last name?"
Fu Xiao said: "My surname is Fu,"
Fu....
Pang Chengjun suddenly showed a gentle smile in his eyes, "What about this portrait?"
"It's my grandfather,"
Pang Chengjun lowered his head and stared at the portrait, muttering, "So he has grown old too."
"Is he... okay?"
Fu Xiao took out the letter from Grandpa Fu from his pocket and handed it to him. "Grandpa is in good health. I just want to ask you something. I hope you can write back."
Pang Chengjun took the letter with trembling hands and slowly opened it...
Looking at the familiar handwriting inside, he shed tears, his lips trembling as he said, "After so many years, he still remembers it."
Let’s not talk about the content of the letter for now, but the way of writing the letter was agreed upon by the two brothers when they first joined the army.
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