"In the future, the railway will develop and transportation will be much more convenient. Besides, we have a car, so we can go back when we miss home. You can't force grandpa and uncle to integrate into our lives. It's unfair to them."
Fu Xiao turned her head and lay in his arms, "Yes, I know."
She only thought that Fu Yu would take root in Beijing in the future, and that it would be good for Beijing to be the future origin of the Fu family.
After all, there are more opportunities in big cities.
But the older generation’s thoughts are different from hers.
"Let's discuss it when we get back."
"Um,"
....
In the study.
Fu Shaoyu had just answered a question that had been asked for years, and he nodded with a smile.
He just opened the book again and read a page, then raised his eyes and said, "Uncle Nian, I can help you with your business, but don't tell me about that. I'm not short of money."
Lian Nian laughed: "I am not short of money."
"Besides, I'm old and you're still young. You don't lack money now, but what about in the future? You're still young. If you want to do something in the future, you need to have capital in your hands."
Fu Shaoyu said as a matter of course: "Old Mu will prepare these for me."
Lian Nian nodded, "That's right,"
"You should be able to guess what I'm thinking. I want to hand over all this to you. Your uncle Yi has no descendants, let alone me. If I don't hand it over to you, then when I return to the inland to retire in a few years, these things will all be thrown away, right?"
"You can take it back to the inland."
"I will take back what I can, but there are still many things I cannot take back."
Liannian smiled and patted his shoulder, "Shao Yu, there's no need to refuse. Your father won't object."
"It won't affect your other work. I have set up the stalls here. You just need to make decisions occasionally."
Fu Shaoyu didn't say anything else. He decided to ask Lao Mu later.
The phone rang immediately and Liannian picked it up. "Who is this?"
He raised his eyebrows and looked at Fu Shaoyu, "Looking for Chen Xingzhou,"
"I'll go call him,"
Lian Nian said to the other end of the phone: "Wait a moment..."
Fu Shaoyu opened the door of the study and shouted towards the guest room: "Chen Xingzhou, there is a call for you..."
Fu Xiao, who was pressed under him, pushed him and said, "Stop kissing me, go out and answer the phone..."
Shen Xingzhou lowered his head and pecked the corner of her mouth, then stood up and walked towards the study.
He smiled at Liannian and Fu Shaoyu, walked to the desk and answered the phone, "It's me..."
"Brother Zhou... the person we are watching reported that the Pang family hung a white cloth..."
Shen Xingzhou's eyes instantly became deep.
The external sound of the microphone was heard by Liannian, he stood up and looked at Shen Xingzhou who hung up the phone.
Fu Shaoyu sighed softly: "Do you want to come over?"
Shen Xingzhou shook his head, and Liannian also waved his hand, “This is not a good time to come to the door.”
"Uncle Nian, I'm going back to my room to discuss this with Xiaoxiao..."
Nodding for years.
After returning to the room and telling Fu Xiao the news he had just received, Fu Xiao was stunned and let out a long sigh.
"Let's find a time to pay our respects."
"Um,"
Shen Xingzhou put his arm around her waist and comforted her softly, “I’ve thought about it a long time ago, don’t be sad…”
Fu Xiao shook his head. "I'm not sad, I just feel a little emotional and a little worried about grandpa..."
"Don't worry, it's okay,"
....
Pang Garden.
Pang Siyuan stood in the rain, letting the rain wash over him.
His face was pale and his confused and lifeless eyes revealed his extreme sorrow.
Pang Qinwen saw him and came over holding an umbrella, "Uncle...you..."
Pang Siyuan raised his hand, "Announce the death..."
"Okay..." As he turned around, he remembered something inappropriate.
After hesitating for a moment, he lowered his voice and said, "Over at the port..."
Pang Siyuan stretched out his hand to catch the rain, and suddenly laughed softly, but this smile was gloomy, sad and full of regret.
"You said....Is he mad at me to death?"
Pang Qinwen's Adam's apple rolled and he lowered his head, "No..."
"That night when I was feeding Grandpa medicine, he pulled me aside and talked a lot. He said he was very conflicted. On the one hand... he understood you..."
"On the other hand, he's worried about you..."
His voice was choked with sobs, and he frowned as he continued, "Grandpa knows everything you have done for the Pang family. He also said that it was all his fault that he had no ability."
Pang Dajun was a general who retired from battle, but the Pang family would not have been where they are today relying solely on his military achievements.
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