A remote courtyard.
After Pang Siyuan left, he called back all the guards and housekeepers in the old man's yard.
Pang Chengjun had someone push him into the study, with a blank piece of paper in front of him and a pen on his right hand side.
I was silent for a while, but I didn't know how to start.
Why did you take another route at that time?
He subconsciously wanted to forget the reason.
It was just a coincidence. When faced with another option, he did not stick to his original intention.
Although I have regretted it before, the ties are too deep and there is no turning back.
He looked up at the framed portrait and murmured, "Qinli, I am sorry to disappoint you. There is no special reason. I just took the wrong path."
Although I tried my best to remedy the situation afterwards, it was too late.
That time, he saved a very unusual person, and when the other party asked him what he wanted in return, he said he wanted to come to Hong Kong City.
There's no other reason, just because it's closest to home.
He still dreams of going home.
He picked up the pen and began to write. He thought for a long time before writing each line. As he wrote, he said, "Qinli, forget about me after reading this letter. I am not as pure as you are. It is really a sin to trouble you to remember me for so long."
"If I have a chance to go back, I will personally go to apologize to you,"
As he wrote, the paper was already full. He stopped writing and laughed at himself: "Why have I become so talkative?"
I wanted to tear it up and rewrite it, but after thinking it over, I put it aside, took a blank piece of paper, and started writing what was in my heart.
Not knowing whether there would be another chance for them to meet again, he wrote down almost without reservation what he wanted to say in his heart, words that had been suppressed for decades.
Looking at Fu Qinli's portrait, it was as if he was really in front of you.
When he was young, he always had a hearty smile on his face and called himself "Brother Jun."
Every time they went to the battlefield, if the two did not go together, he would always run in front when coming back from the battlefield, and he would not feel relieved until he saw that he was safe.
Thinking of the past, tears welled up in Pang Chengjun's eyes again.
It’s hard to leave your hometown and it’s hard to forget your old friends.
In Pang Garden, the guests of the birthday banquet had all left. Pang Siyu rubbed his stiff face and looked at Pang Siyuan beside him, "Where have you been?"
Pang Siyuan smiled and walked forward, "I just came out of my father's yard."
"I haven't asked you yet. You arrived and invited the Mu family father and daughter here. What do you want to do?"
Pang Siyuan dismissed his attendants and pulled him to sit down. "That girl's surname is Fu. She is the granddaughter of the one our father has always been thinking about."
Pang Siyu hesitated for a few seconds and asked, "Are you sure? Are you sure it's not Mu Lianshen's trick?"
"Brother, of course it's true,"
Pang Siyu breathed a sigh of relief and said in a gentle voice, "Is our father okay?"
"It's okay," Pang Siyuan continued, "Our father asked us to protect them secretly."
Pang Siyu's face suddenly turned ugly. He pursed his lips and finally gritted his teeth and said, "That's normal. After all, he is the friend he has been talking about for decades."
Pang Siyuan was incredulous for a moment. He actually didn't object?
Logically speaking, he and Mu Lianshen have a lot of grudges.
Without waiting for him to ask, Pang Siyu sighed and took the initiative to explain: "Back then, my father actually had the opportunity to return to the inland. I was still young at that time, so I can't remember the details, but it should be that the message my father conveyed to the other party was very useful, and someone came to invite him back."
Pang Siyuan frowned: "Why didn't he leave?"
Pang Siyu looked at him deeply and smiled helplessly: "I don't know the details, but when he heard this, he stood up excitedly. I think he wanted to go back, but he just looked back at me and his excitement disappeared instantly. I'm afraid it was because of us."
He patted Pang Siyuan on the shoulder and said, "Third brother, we have never been to the inland, so we don't have any feelings about it, but it's different for father. That is his hometown after all, so no matter what decision he makes, as his sons, we should support him."
"Especially this guy surnamed Fu, he has not forgotten it for decades, which proves that he can't forget it. The friendship between the older generation of comrades is not something we can understand."
Pang Siyuan nodded. Although he really didn't understand, he would do it.
Who made him a filial son?
Pang Siyu smiled and said, "They have written to us. We should have protected their safety. We could have turned a blind eye to it, but now we can't. We just have to do our best."
Pang Siyuan's eyes were gloomy, and he also laughed.
Shen Xingzhou, wearing a dark blue coat, returned to the villa.
When he opened the door, he saw the little boy lying on the sofa. When he saw him coming back, the little boy quickly sat up from the sofa, crossed his arms, and looked at him proudly: "Didn't you say you were going to attend the birthday party? Why are you back so soon?"
Shen Xingzhou took off his coat and put it aside, then sat opposite him, crossed his legs, and raised his eyebrows: “Why do you care so much?”
The little boy stood up with his hands on his hips and asked with gritted teeth: "When are you going to take me back?"
"Aren't you in a hurry to go back?"
The little boy choked, then said unreasonably: "I'm not in a hurry to go back, but you never let me go out, who can stand this?"
"Hmph, I'm going back now."
Shen Xingzhou knocked on the armrest of the sofa and said coldly, “Don’t show your young master’s temper in front of me.”
The little boy lowered his eyes, slowly put his legs together, and sat obediently on the sofa.
He looked calm as he slowly took out a cigarette and lit it. He took a puff of the cigarette and swirled his fingertips casually.
"I'll send you back two days later,"
Hearing the man's words, the little boy raised his head and looked at him with shining eyes, "Really?"
Shen Xingzhou was smoking by himself, ignoring the little brat's disbelief. Did he really think he wanted to support this troublesome kid?
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