Zhou Daen felt emotional when he recalled the appearance of Qin Huai Street at that time.
I didn’t expect it. I really didn’t expect it.
It has really changed a lot. Originally there were no buildings, only bungalows in this small place, but the roads are as well built as those in the city!
The primary school was built brand new, and more children from Qinhuai Street could go to school. Students studying outside were also excited to see their hometown getting better, and they sent books back to the school, and the school was put together like this.
"Your father liked to tinker with machines in his early years, so he assembled excavators and cranes..."
"But he stopped after 1981 and focused on helping Qinhuai Street to contact resources and find ways to attract teachers. He went out to make a living and brought new knowledge to Qinhuai Street after returning. But I didn't see him doing his hobbies anymore."
"Until your sister was born, he opened a repair shop to earn money to support his family and buy nutritious food and beautiful new clothes for your sister. Most of his energy was still focused on Qinhuai Street. Maybe you don't quite understand the change from what I said. I'll give you some data and you'll understand..."
When your father and I were born in the 1950s, the population census of Qinhuai Street was probably tens of thousands. At that time, there were only a few classes in the elementary school building where we studied, and the population of those classes was only 20 to 30 people.
As time goes by and the grade gets higher, there are fewer people because they all go to do farm work.
By the 1970s, the situation had improved, the number of people going to school more than doubled, and classes were established.
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In the 1980s, primary schools were built, and more than 90 percent of the children in Qinhuai Street had access to education.
It sounds like no big deal.
But in that era, the only one in Qin City who could achieve such data was Qin Huaijie, and for this he was greatly praised and rewarded by the leaders!
For someone like Meng Yu who grew up in the city, it is very clear how beautiful these data are.
She looked at Qin Hongfei in shock.
Qin Hongfei was also surprised, but it was just an accident.
Small person, big feelings.
But when you finally leave, there's nothing left.
She didn't feel any passion, just sadness, seeing such an ending.
Especially Ms. Xia Lu, how did she get through the period after her husband disappeared?
The more Zhou Daen praised her, the colder Qin Hongfei felt. Her father had given so much to Qin Huaijie, which was great. But if you look at it from the perspective of a mother, everything seemed to be wiped out as soon as her husband disappeared. No one remembered the kindness or the love. What was left were countless criticisms and condemnations. How did Ms. Xia Lu get through this torment?
She would rather her father was a worthless person and ended up like this.
But Dad did so many things, but the result was so ridiculous.
She looked at Qin Wanwan. The fifth room deserved to be damned.
Qin Wanwan felt a chill in her heart. Thinking of what her mother had done to her aunt, she had a premonition that Qin Hongfei would not let her mother go.
Zhou Daren had already returned and said, "No wonder Grandpa insisted on going to Qinhuai Street at that time."
Qin Yun was puzzled. "When Grandpa Zhou went to Qinhuai Street, he was very energetic and didn't look like he had Alzheimer's disease. How come..."
Zhou Daren was a little helpless. He didn't want to tell them at first. "I was sick before, but grandpa wouldn't let me talk about it, and he wouldn't admit it."
The old man is too old to withstand long-distance car travel.
After all the traveling, my body was exhausted and I fell seriously ill. After I recovered, I became even more forgetful.
Old people of this age are like children, changing every year.
Children grow up fast, but old people age obviously.
Zhou Daen said, "When people get old, they tend to reminisce about the past. Even when your great grandfather came to Qin City, he always missed the people and things on Qinhuai Street. In the early years, it was fine because he was in good health and could often go there to visit. Later, he got old and his legs and feet were not as good as before. He could no longer run and could only communicate by phone."
All I learned over the phone was a few words, so I had no idea about the situation at Lao Qin's home.
As for Zhou Daen...
After all, I remember the favor and the kindness, but my feelings are not as deep as the old man's.
After all, Jiang Ke has been gone for seven or eight years. He went back at the beginning, but gradually stopped going back. After all, after he left seven or eight years ago, they had fewer opportunities to meet. Although they could still be the same when they met, it would be a bit false to say that their feelings were deep.
As he said this, he felt a little embarrassed.
Qin Hongfei was calm.
It's normal. People's feelings will fade without communication.
Otherwise, Uncle Zhou would not have said that Qin Jiangke is a rare good guy. How could he not be rare to be so good?
"Uncle Zhou, you said you have been living here since you came to Qin City in 1978." Qin Hongfei said, "Then did my father come here to look for you in 1991? Or before or after that."
"In 1991?" Zhou Daen understood what she meant. "I didn't come to see you the year your father had the accident, but we did communicate."
"I remember that your uncle had a work problem at that time, so he had to go to Central City to deal with it, but he ended up in Qin City. He has a warm personality, and wherever he goes, he will come and sit with acquaintances. He usually comes to Qin City and chats with me no matter where he is. But that time, he didn't come. I just called to say hello."
"On that phone call, he seemed to be with someone else." Zhou Daen recalled the time. He didn't feel it was strange then, but now he felt something was wrong. "And it should be an acquaintance. I vaguely heard someone shouting in dialect, but I couldn't understand it." He was a little embarrassed.
"It doesn't matter. What dialect is it?" Qin Hongfei asked curiously.
"Hou Langzi?..." Zhou Daen hesitated, "It's not the local dialect of Qin City. After your father got into trouble, I asked my friend in the police station about this dialect, but I didn't get anything out of him." He said helplessly: "It may not be Hou Langzi, but Huo Langge, which means a hole in the Jiang'an dialect. It may even be Hou Lange, which means someone is urging your father to get better."
"Dad, you are too unreliable." Zhou Daren couldn't help but say.
"..." Zhou Daen was also helpless. Can this be blamed on me?
It was just a phone call at that time. Who could have thought that what would happen later? I never thought about it.
"It could just be a casual remark, which may not be related to your father's disappearance." Zhou Daen said.
He felt that Qin Jiangke was such a good person, who could harm him?
The disappearance probably means that he was really involved in the case and an accident happened.
Qin Hongfei nodded indifferently. It was true that there might not be a connection. Moreover, she had read the same dialect in more than a dozen dialects and the meanings were all different. However, the related clues seemed to be useless. In any case, she wrote it down first.
This trip to Qin City, apart from other things, has given me more and clearer information about my father.
Back in the 1990s, she became rich through scientific research
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