Gu Zhengfeng now understands. His family had been worried about this issue for a long time, but with this word, his daughter can live without worry in the future.
Jiang Qiao smiled and carefully put the note away. "Dad, I've thought it all out. When I get back, I'll get a frame for it and put it in Grandpa's cowshed."
Gu Zhengfeng smiled and patted his daughter's head. "You naughty little girl—"
But I felt a warm feeling in my heart. My daughter understands better than anyone else. I'm sure there's a deeper meaning behind her writing in front of the old man.
Looking at his daughter, he couldn't stop loving her. She was his own flesh and blood, a smart child who knew what to say and do in any situation. He couldn't do what Jiang Qiao did.
Jiang Qiao lay on the kang (a heated brick bed), looking at her father with a smug smile. "Dad, actually, my handwriting isn't that bad. You really underestimate me. That's authentic small regular script, I learned it specifically from calligraphy models."
"Alright, alright, my daughter is amazing. You rest first, we can talk about it later."
Jiang Qiao took a nap. She had been thinking about many things last night and went to bed late.
When Gu Zhengfeng came out, Chai Qiuxia also came over carrying large and small bags. As soon as she entered the door, she started praising Wen Jingwan and the others. She already knew from her husband about Jiang Qiao's performance that morning.
Gu Zhengfeng and his wife were both embarrassed. "Sister-in-law, it's not as mysterious as you say. This girl is straightforward and probably says whatever she thinks. But the result is good. At least she didn't say anything wrong. When is Second Brother coming over?"
"Old Lu won't be able to come over until dinner time tonight; he's quite busy today."
By the way, Old Song's family said they wanted to invite your family over for dinner. What's your opinion?
Gu Zhengfeng paused for a moment. "Old Song? Who's that?"
Chai Qiuxia pointed at Gu Zhengfeng and said, "You, you, I'm not trying to be mean, but Lao Song, don't you know Song Shutian?"
Upon hearing the mention of Song Shutian, Gu Zhengfeng suddenly realized, "Oh my god, I almost forgot about that. Qiao'er told me about their past. It would be right to visit them. But we don't need a meal, right? I was just planning to go to your house with Jingwan anyway."
"Let's not rush this. We'll talk about it after dinner tonight. The child is asleep; he probably didn't sleep well last night, and meeting with the boss like this is bound to make him nervous."
While helping to mend the clothes, Chai Qiuxia said, "Old Song always talks about how good Jiang Qiao is. He's helped their family a lot. He often eats the things the child sends over, not to mention helping them find their daughter."
Gu Zhengfeng smiled and shook his head. "Comrade Song, you're too kind. Qiao'er and Xiao Song have such a good relationship, so sending some mail is only right. It doesn't cost much; it's just the kids' game."
Speaking of this, Chai Qiuxia was filled with emotion: "If you can hunt, you won't have to worry about eating meat. But for those who can't hunt or can't catch anything, eating meat is a difficult thing."
"These past few years, thanks to Qiao'er, we and the child have had plenty to eat."
The veterans nodded in agreement. "That's right. It's all thanks to this kid's help. Otherwise, we really couldn't afford to support this group of kids. They're all at the age where they can eat a lot. It's not an exaggeration to say that half-grown boys can eat their fathers to death."
"Not to brag, but look at the children we raise, and then look at the children in the orphanage. The difference is obvious—ours are much stronger and taller."
Chai Qiuxia nodded with a smile, "That's right. All the good food is given to these kids. If they don't grow up well, we'll be letting you, their elders, down. But it's tough on you."
The veterans dismissed it, saying, "It's nothing to suffer a little. Compared to when we crossed the grasslands, it's much better now. Back then, we could barely even find grass roots to eat. At least now we still have food to eat."
Think about what we suffered for back then—wasn't it all so that our descendants could live a better life? We're counting on them to build our new China; we must ensure these heirs have good health.
At this moment, Wen Jingwan really couldn't say anything else. The veterans' level of thinking was too high, and she felt that her little thoughts couldn't compare to theirs.
She doesn't have the ability to care about others; she just hopes that her own children are all doing well.
While sewing, she pondered Ning Hao's situation. She had heard from her daughter that Zhou Baorui had gone to see Ning Hao today. She wondered how things were going with the child's reunion with his uncle.
Zhou Baorui was holding Ning Hao and crying uncontrollably. He had searched for so long and had some news, but the people he was looking for were all gone. How could he, as a son and brother, bear this?
Seeing his nephew was like seeing his own sister. The child looked just like his mother. How could Zhou Baorui not be moved? Although his mother and sister were gone, at least he had a nephew who could soothe the pain of searching for them and the longing he had endured over the years.
"My dear child, it's your uncle's fault for being late. If I had found your mother sooner, none of this would have happened. My poor little sister, why didn't you wait for your brother?!"
Ning Hao was worried that Zhou Baorui might be too heartbroken. After all, they weren't young anymore, and he had come straight here after getting off the train without getting any rest. He was afraid that Zhou Baorui might be too upset and something bad might happen.
Zhou Tianyu tried to comfort him, saying, "Dad, don't scare my brother. My aunt and grandma are gone, but Ning Hao is still here. If you take good care of my brother, my aunt and grandma can rest in peace in the afterlife, right?"
Ning Hao patted Zhou Baorui on the shoulder and sighed, "Uncle, don't be sad. It's all fate. My mom and grandma have never blamed anyone. If anyone is to blame, it's that they didn't meet a good man who cherished them—"
Zhou Baorui wiped away his tears and took a good look at his nephew, who was still somewhat unfamiliar to him.
To be honest, he looks really good. His nephew Xiao is like his family, but he would never admit that Ning Hao and the others look like the Zhou family. He hates his former father. If it weren't for that man, he and his mother wouldn't be suffering like this today.
"Good child, you've been wronged. But you still have your uncle. If anything happens, your uncle will take care of it for you."
Go ask the school for leave, and we'll talk somewhere else.
The school wasn't a very suitable place for chatting. Zhou Baorui had finally found his nephew and had so many questions he wanted to ask Ning Hao, but since they involved private matters, it was too inconvenient to discuss them in this meeting room.
So, Ning Hao took leave, and Zhou Baorui, along with his son and nephew, went directly to their home in Beijing.
Ning Hao was also puzzled. "Uncle, do you work in Beijing?"
Zhou Baorui glanced at his nephew with amusement. "Even if I don't work here, does that mean I can't have a house here? I bought the house years ago. After I joined the army, I was always fighting and didn't have a fixed home. Later, after I married your aunt, I bought a house here so that it would be convenient for her and her son to live here."
Although I'm currently working in another city, I haven't sold the house here. Your cousin isn't in good health, so it'll be good for the two of them to have a place to stay while they receive medical treatment here.
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