Su Zefeng said it lightly.
But within this calm tone, there is more than just a magnificent and turbulent situation...
"Second Grandfather, isn't Song Qingyan an old friend of my father's?"
"Did she not tell you anything?"
Su Luo raised his own questions.
"Because there isn't one."
“That’s why I think there’s no such thing as misunderstanding or no misunderstanding.”
Su Zefeng pursed his lips.
“But I’ve also lost interest in it…”
"I'm telling you this now just because I hope these things won't just stay in my heart and become a regret for my whole life."
"As I lay dying, I will tell you all this."
"This is something even your grandfather doesn't know!"
"Second Grandfather..."
Su Luo asked:
"How did Great Grandfather die?"
He was very curious about this.
"I heard it was suicide."
"Died in the early morning of October 2, 1949."
Su Zecheng replied:
"Many people say that it might be because he used to be the director of the Criminal Investigation Department, and he couldn't accept the disparity between the two parties."
"Some people also say that he's used to a life of debauchery and can't accept himself as mediocre and worthless..."
"Many people also say that his death was actually predetermined!"
"After all, he once existed as a high-ranking official, but society at that time could not accept his existence..."
Su Luo: “…”
He is extremely complicated inside!
Unexpectedly, the experiences of his great-grandfather's generation were as complicated as a novel.
Full of fantasy!
Especially the date of my great-grandfather's suicide...
The fantasy feeling is maxed out!
Su Luo was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his head.
"Second Grandfather, you actually want an answer yourself, right?"
"Is this really the case?"
Su Zefeng paused for a moment, then a smile appeared on his wrinkled face.
This is a tacit understanding between the grandfather and grandson.
"Tell me later if you can find the answer."
Su Zefeng spoke lightly.
"Wait, Second Grandpa."
"There's something wrong with the Lutouguai at Qiao'an Lane you gave me. Are you sure the address is correct?"
"That's right."
Su Zefeng asked doubtfully:
"As long as I know it, it has always been called that. I won't be wrong."
Su Luo: “???”
But he quickly reacted...
knock!
Su Zefeng was born in 1948.
So when he had memories, he was about four years old, and that was 1952!
The Magic City was liberated long ago, and the capital was established a few years ago...
Some streets and alleys have changed their names, isn’t that normal?!
Thinking of this, Su Luo suddenly became enlightened!
…
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