In fact, there was a reason why Mr. Yang was able to find her. He was a relative of Cheng Fusheng.

In addition to selling the house, Mr. Yang returned to China for another important matter, which was to take his nephew, whose entire family had died, to live abroad.

Cheng Fusheng's father was Mr. Yang's cousin, who stayed in the country at that time. After so many years, Mr. Yang learned that his cousin and his family did not survive the catastrophe, leaving behind only a poor son.

It's a pity that I came too late. Cheng Fusheng has grown up now, and he has figured out some things on his own. He is used to the fickleness of human nature and only trusts himself.

Now that I have no worries in life and don't want to rely on anyone, I rejected the suggestion of this distant uncle.

When I heard that this uncle wanted to sell the ancestral home, I subconsciously thought of Gu Qinghuan.

Cheng Fusheng didn't know that Gu Qinghuan was the one who sold a bunch of bicycles and watches to him that year.

It was just because of Niu Zhuang that he and her had a spiritual connection. He always heard news about Gu Qinghuan from Niu Zhuang. Although he was a little confused, he felt that this woman was not simple.

So 늀 recommended Gu Qinghuan to Mr. Yang.

Niu Zhuang was reluctant to go in, so he squatted at the door waiting for them, and took out a cigarette from his pocket and started smoking.

Gu Qinghuan followed Mr. Yang to tour the former royal palace.

This place is no longer as prosperous as it used to be and looks weathered. One can only vaguely see its past grandeur and glory from the spacious courtyards, stone lions and tall wooden buildings.

She wondered quietly in her heart, could this Mr. Yang be the descendant of a noble family from the past?

As if to confirm her idea, Mr. Yang emotionally prepared a house for her.

I lived in this big house for a few years when I was a child. It was bustling with people everywhere. Later, it became less popular, so we moved to the United States with our family. We have been away from our hometown for many years.

This house has been requisitioned by the state and damaged over the years, and is now obviously dilapidated.

Mr. Yang walked to a place and stared at the old house. The mottled walls supported the dilapidated roof, just like other sons staring at their elderly mothers, looking at each other in silence.

I seemed to hear sounds of laughter coming from around the house, my mother's busy work in the yard, and my father's earnest instructions, as if it happened yesterday.

I reached out and touched the scratches I had left on the stone table, and saw the sail of life going away.

For a moment, I was filled with emotion.

Gu Qinghuan quietly handed 놛 a clean handkerchief.

Mr. Yang did not answer. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his tears, raised his head and smiled reservedly: "I'm sorry to embarrass you. After not seeing you for so many years, I can still recall the past scenes."

Gu Qinghuan was puzzled and said, "If Mr. Yang misses home, he can come back anytime. Why would he sell the old house? If he sells it, he will really have no thoughts of it anymore!"

Mr. Yang showed a bitter but intriguing smile: "Little girl, there is no way to turn back for many choices in life. You can only weigh the pros and cons, be pushed forward, and keep moving forward.

You may not understand it now, but when you are my age, you will understand it.”

Gu Qinghuan remained silent.

Everyone has to pay for their own choices.

Next, Mr. Yang took her to see another former royal palace on the opposite street, which was also their family's former private property.

It is hard to imagine how wealthy and powerful our family was in the past, to the point that they even had two palaces as private property.

The house was very big. The two of them walked for a long time inside, as if there was no end. I couldn't imagine how people lived there in the past.

Only princes and nobles could afford such a luxurious house.

Overall, the house is in a poor state of maintenance, but because rare and good materials were used in its construction, the overall structure is still strong, and the original magnificence can still be seen in the details.

It's just that several places are in disrepair and need repair. Moss has grown on the ground and in the cracks of the walls. What was supposed to be a garden with small bridges and flowing water is now just a mess.

The houses also suffered some degree of damage, but it was still within controllable range.

After looking at the house, it was already late.

Mr. Yang suggested treating her to a meal and then discussing the house issue after dinner.

Gu Qinghuan was pleased. Although the house looked a bit shabby now, it was not easy to come across such an opportunity. She wanted to take it down, repair it, and take good care of it.

Of course, this is a stable investment, but more importantly, she wants to preserve the treasures left by her ancestors as much as possible for future generations to appreciate.

Many young people in later generations worship foreign things and admire foreign cultures, which once caused the nation to lose its cultural confidence.

She feels that since she has the opportunity to live in this era, it is her unshirkable responsibility to protect more treasures destroyed by the wheels of history and preserve traditional things.

Gu Qinghuan found a phone and called home to tell them that he would not be going back for dinner today.

Mr. Yang brought her and Niu Zhuang to Quanjude. They had already ordered duck in advance and the chef was slicing the duck next to them.

The three of them sat in the closet, and Mr. Yang carefully wiped the non-existent dust on the table with a rag.

Gu Qinghuan watched the chef slice the roast duck with curiosity. It was rare for her to sit down and eat roast duck at such a leisurely time, as she always went home in a hurry.

Niu Zhuang twisted his butt awkwardly, cursing in his heart that this foreigner was too particular and made him feel aggrieved.

At this moment, Cheng Fusheng came in with a cigarette in his mouth.

The moment he saw Gu Qinghuan, a barely perceptible surprise flashed in his eyes.

Niu Zhuang never said that this woman is so beautiful, but he is also blind!

Mr. Yang raised his hand and called out, "Fusheng, here!"

Gu Qinghuan looked up and saw that the person coming was Cheng Fusheng, and he couldn't help feeling guilty.

I disguised myself when I did business with 놛 last time, and I don’t know if 놛 will recognize me as someone from 껧.

Niu Zhuang, that big fool, didn't recognize her even after being in contact with her for so many times. Cheng Fusheng shouldn't recognize her either, right?

Cheng Fusheng sat down calmly.

He raised his eyebrows and glanced at Gu Qinghuan: "Gu 땢zhi looks very familiar."

"Really? Maybe it's because I look too different from others." Gu Qinghuan tried to remain calm and for a moment forgot to conceal his voice.

When Cheng Fusheng heard this familiar voice, his eyes lit up!

Her voice is soft but not sticky, clear and clean, and refreshingly comfortable.

It's the woman I did business with two years ago! I won't make a mistake.

Strangely enough, I don't know why I often think of that flattering woman.

But she seemed to have disappeared into the sea and was never seen again.

I didn't expect that she would be the one in Niu Zhuang's mouth.