In April, the grass is green and the birds are singing, spring is back to the earth, Kyoto University.
"Professor Su, I'm looking for you."
In the office, Su Huaiyuan was busy writing a lesson plan when he heard a student shouting outside the door.
I looked up and saw a familiar person standing outside the door, looking at me and smiling.
Su Huaiyuan was so excited that he couldn't help but stand up. He hurried towards the other party and happily called out his name:
"Old Feng."
That’s right, the person who came to see Su Huaiyuan was none other than Old Feng, who had been sent down to the Baigou Village Production Team with his family.
"Lao Su, we finally meet again."
In fact, Old Feng was no less excited than Su Huaiyuan. They had not seen each other for a year and had only just met now.
"Hahaha, yeah, why did you come to Jing City?!"
Su Huaiyuan stepped forward and shook Lao Feng's hand tightly. He asked this question, but in his heart he felt that the other party was on a business trip to Beijing.
"I transferred my job to Beijing. I just sorted things out these past two days and couldn't wait to come see you."
Although Su Huaiyuan didn't ask directly, Lao Feng knew what Li was thinking, so he said it proudly.
What? !
Did Lao Feng really transfer to Beijing to work?!
Su Huaiyuan was just as shocked as Lao Feng had expected, with a look of disbelief on his face.
"You, where did you adjust it?!"
After being shocked, 놛 became curious about the workplace that Lao Feng was transferred to.
"Be a researcher at the National Museum."
Old Feng was a few years older than Su Huaiyuan, and he was about to turn sixty. According to policy, he was about to retire. However, an experienced expert and professor like him would not be allowed to retire so easily, especially during this period of great development.
"This unit is great, so do you want to go on business trips in the future?!"
Su Huaiyuan had long known that Lao Feng used to be a professor and researcher in the field of historical relics in Hai City, but he never thought that he would be transferred to the National Museum.
"No, I'm already so old, and my health hasn't been very good in recent years. I can't take it anymore. Anyway, I don't have any other ideas. I just want to raise Zilu well."
Old Feng chose to tell the truth to his good friend Su Huaiyuan. Anyway, the subtext was that he would not work as hard as before, and he had to take good care of his health, watch his grandson grow up, and preferably see him get married.
"You're right to think so. Zilu is still here, and I now have you as my relative."
Su Huaiyuan nodded in agreement. If you have never experienced death, it is impossible to understand Lao Feng's current state.
놛 understand, 껩 support놌 agree.
"Zilu has transferred here to go to school. He is already in the second grade this year. If it weren't for the heavy workload, I would have wanted to come and see you guys a long time ago."
When Old Feng talked about his grandson, his face was full of smiles. It was obvious that he was very satisfied with Feng Zilu's current academic performance and had a very good relationship with him.
"Then bring Zilu home on Sunday. Dabao will miss our brother Zilu."
Speaking of Feng Zilu, Su Huaiyuan couldn't help but talk about his two grandsons. Over the past year, the three children often wrote to each other in a formal manner, two letters every month, without fail.
Dabao wrote, Xiaobao wrote, and Xiaobao wrote. I don’t know how these three children could have so much to say, but each time it was a thick letter.
"If you don't tell me, Zilu will come."
Old Feng remembered that he had to mention his grandson once or twice every day since he came to Beijing, and he definitely couldn't hold back this Sunday.
"Then I'll go back tonight and tell Dabao 놌께bao the good news."
Su Huaiyuan believed that his two grandsons would be excited for several days after knowing the good news.
The two of them had endless things to talk about, especially since they hadn't seen each other for a year. Unfortunately, the office wasn't a good place to talk, so they didn't have much time.
Lao Feng was invited to give an open class in the History Department of Peking University. He left right after the class, saying that he was going back to make lunch for Zilu.
After get off work, Su Huaiyuan told Qiao Jiuru the good news. Qiao Jiuru was surprised and very happy when he heard it.
"I didn't expect that Old Feng really did what he said. We will be real relatives from now on."
Qiao Jiuru understood why Lao Feng was transferred to Beijing. Just as he had said before, Zilu wanted to come to Beijing, hoping to become a true brother with Dabao and Xiaobao.
"That's right. We have to reserve a room for Zilu. If there are not enough rooms, we can let the three of you stay in one room."
Su Huaiyuan naturally wanted to, but the fourth floor had three bedrooms and a living room, which was not enough for three children.
"Then when you don't have classes, go get a bunk bed, or two beds, one large and one small."
Qiao Jiuru thought about it and felt that the room on the fourth floor was big enough to accommodate two beds, so he asked Su Huaiyuan to take the time to solve the bed problem.
"Okay, I happen to have a class tomorrow afternoon, so after class I'll go to the nearby furniture factory."
When Dabao came home from school and heard that brother Zilu had moved to Beijing, he was so excited that he almost couldn't sleep.
The two guys were obedient and knew that Brother Zilu would come home on Sunday, so they couldn't help but start counting on their fingers.
Unexpectedly, at six o'clock on Saturday afternoon, Old Feng Zilu came to the door with something in his hand.
"Grandpa Su, Grandma Su."
"Uncle, aunt."
"Dabao, Xiaobao, I'm here."
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