Yu Hongyuan hesitated. He had missed it once, and this time... he really couldn't let go of his current wife, especially since she was pregnant.
After thinking it over again and again, he asked his connections to sign Xia Wanfen up, and with Xiaoxiao's help, the two of them successfully went abroad soon.
After that, there were long years of studying abroad. Although the days were ordinary, they became more fun with the birth of my daughter Shanshan.
Later he worked in an embassy abroad. Until recently, when he was old and wanted to return to his roots, he returned to China.
Yu Hongyuan's hometown is in Jiangnan, where jasmine is abundant. His favorite is jasmine, which exudes a faint fragrance.
However, he was in the capital, and fortunately the old house left by his grandmother was still there, so he lived there with his children with peace of mind.
My life was pretty peaceful until... I saw that girl.
So familiar, so similar.
Yu Hongyuan felt a little annoyed. He should have asked the girl's name at that time.
Why not go to the supply and marketing cooperative tomorrow? Maybe he will have a chance to find the girl and solve the doubts in his mind.
…
The next day, in the Fang family’s study.
Fang Zhongwen sat behind the large mahogany desk. He put down the teacup in his hand and asked Lu Qingyang, "Do you have any important plans to go out today?"
Lu Qingyang just walked into the study room, and was slightly startled when he heard the words, then shook his head: "No, Dad. You can tell me if there are any arrangements."
"Okay, Dad. I'll go change my clothes right away."
"Beijing is our root after all. Today I will take you to meet some of my old comrades-in-arms. They are all elders with whom we have a strong relationship. More friends mean more paths. If you or Xiaomo encounter any difficulties in the future, or want to return to Beijing for development, it is always a good thing to know some people who can help you."
He spoke earnestly, with a fatherly consideration in his words, "I don't ask you to figure it out now, I'm just giving you this way out, just in case. Whether you want to do it or not in the future is up to you."
"I understand. I'll go change my clothes now."
Lu Qingyang didn't have any concerns about this. What he said was right, and there was no harm in knowing more big guys.
On this day, his father took him to a dinner party.
This kind of high-end dinner was the first time he attended, whether in this life or the next.
Fortunately, he knew the basic etiquette and behaved fairly well.
"Old Fang! Finally! God has opened his eyes, the child is back safely, this is such a great thing! For us old guys, we can finally let go of the anger that we have been holding back for so many years by watching the lost child grow up and come home!"
One of the comrades who was close to his father, Lao Li, said, "Zhongwen, I heard that you found your child. That's really a cause for celebration."
He turned to Lu Qingyang, smiling broadly, with an undisguised intimacy: "Good boy, you've suffered! It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back!"
Old Li frowned and looked at Fang Zhongwen with disapproval: "Zhongwen, I think you are wrong. You have gone through so much hardship to find this child, and you only have this precious child. Why are you letting him run away to the countryside? Isn't there a place for him to display his talents in the capital?"
"My secretariat is in need of a smart young man, so let the kid come over! Get familiar with the workings of the agency and follow me for two years. I guarantee it will be much better than working in a local government!"
How long would it take for Fang Zhongwen to find his son?
"The child has grown up and has his own ideas."
Lu Qingyang spoke sincerely, and said, "Uncle Li, I will keep your advice in mind and am very grateful. You are right. In the capital, around uncles and aunts, everything you can learn and see is a precious opportunity."
Then he changed the subject: "However, my father often taught me that young people need to settle down and experience real life. Although I am lucky to have returned, my understanding of many things is still very shallow, such as the ways of the world, the knowledge of the fields, and even how to do a farm job well. These all need to be experienced in a real way."
His eyes were open, "I want to settle down, study hard, work hard, and lay a more solid foundation when I go back this time. Now I stay in the capital, and with my little knowledge, I'm afraid I can't even serve you tea. After a year or two, I'll have some experience outside, and I'll really improve, and I'll feel more at ease. If you and the uncles don't mind, Qingyang will shamelessly come back to listen to your teachings, and see if I can run errands for you and do my best."
As expected, the disapproval on Lao Li's face disappeared for the most part, replaced by sincere appreciation.
He laughed loudly, raised his glass and clinked it with Fang Zhongwen:
"Listen! Listen to what you said! Every word makes sense! You are patient, willing to endure hardships, and know how to hide your shortcomings. You know how to walk steadily! Old Fang, you have found a treasure!"
He looked at Lu Qingyang with eyes full of praise.
"If a young man can think like this, then it's a sign of great success! Good! Good! Then uncle will wait, wait for you to come back with real skills in a year or two!"
He slapped the table with a heroic gesture, "Don't worry, go back! Your father and I are here in the capital! If you encounter any unsolvable problems, or if you want to change your environment, remember to find your Uncle Li! The door is always open for you!"
Lu Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief and quickly raised his glass: "Thank you, Uncle Li! Qingyang will definitely remember your teachings! This glass of wine is for you and all the uncles!"
After going through this circle, he was actually introduced to quite a few big guys. This is really a great honor for his father.
Among them was a leader from the Foreign Affairs Office, so Lu Qingyang asked casually.
"I wonder if the Foreign Affairs Office has a section chief named Hongyuan."
The man was stunned for a moment: "There is indeed someone with this name, how come you know each other?"
"No, I've only heard of it. I'd like to ask uncle to introduce it to me sometime."
"That's definitely no problem. I'll talk to Hongyuan tomorrow and make an appointment for you."
"Thank you, uncle."
"Why thank you? It's just a piece of cake."
…
The agreed time was 3:30 in the afternoon, but he arrived a quarter of an hour early. He stood in the shade of a tree with his hands behind his back, his eyes swept over the slightly old signboard of the cultural station and the several bicycles parked in front of the door, his expression calm.
At 3:28, a half-new black Phoenix 28-bar truck stopped in front of Wenyu Station.
The man riding the bike was a middle-aged man wearing glasses. He had a gaunt face and was wearing a well-made, neatly ironed gray-blue people's suit.
He parked the ladder, straightened his clothes, glanced at the entrance of the station, and soon locked his eyes on Lu Qingyang, who was also looking at him with scrutiny.
Their eyes met briefly in the air, both of them with an evaluating look.
The middle-aged man strode over, with a warm smile on his face, and stretched out his hand: "Comrade Lu Qingyang, right? Hello, hello! Sorry for keeping you waiting. I am Yu Hongyuan."
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