A 1970s mom raises a cute baby, and a crazy boss spoils her

In fact, Mr. Yang was able to find her because of some connections. He is a relative of Cheng Fusheng.

In addition to selling the house, Mr. Yang also had another important reason to return to China this time, which was to take his nephew, whose entire family had died, to live abroad.

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

Unfortunately, he came too late. Cheng Fusheng has grown up now and has made some achievements on his own. He is used to the fickleness of human nature and only believes in himself.

Now that he has a worry-free life and doesn't want to rely on anyone, he rejected the advice of this distant uncle.

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

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

It was just because of Niu Zhuang that he had been in spiritual contact with her for a long time, and 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 I recommended Gu Qinghuan to Mr. Yang.

Niu Zhuang didn't want to go in, so he squatted at the door waiting for them. He 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 a descendant of a royal family in the past?

As if to confirm her idea, Mr. Yang introduced the house to her with great emotion.

He lived in this mansion for a few years when he was a child. The mansion was bustling with people. Later, it became uneasy, so they moved their family to the United States. They have been away from their 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 blankly at the old house. The mottled walls supported the somewhat dilapidated roof, like a long-lost son looking at his elderly mother, 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.

He reached out and touched the scratches he 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 him a clean handkerchief.

Mr. Yang did not answer. He took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped his tears. He raised his head and smiled reservedly: "I'm sorry to make you laugh. After so many years, I can still remember the past scenes."

Gu Qinghuan was puzzled and said, "If Mr. Yang misses home, he can come back anytime. Why does he want to sell the old house? If he sells it, he will really have nothing to miss!"

Mr. Yang showed a bitter and 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 did not comment.

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 their family was in the past, to the point that they even had two palaces as private properties.

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

Only princes and nobles can afford such a luxurious house.

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

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

There were also varying degrees of damage to houses, but it was still within controllable range.

After looking at the house, it was already late.

Mr. Yang offered to treat her to a meal and discuss the house afterward.

Gu Qinghuan agreed. Although the house looked a bit shabby now, it was not easy to come across such an opportunity. She wanted to take them down, repair them well, and maintain them carefully.

Of course, this is an investment that is sure to make money, and more importantly, she wants to do her best to preserve the treasures left by her ancestors for future generations to appreciate.

Many young people in later generations worshipped foreign things and admired foreign cultures, which led to a loss of national cultural confidence.

She felt that she had the opportunity to live in this era, and it was her duty 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. He had ordered the duck in advance, and the chef was slicing the duck next to them.

The three of them sat in the box, 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 enjoy roast duck so leisurely, so she always packed it up to take home.

Niu Zhuang twisted his butt awkwardly and cursed in his heart, thinking that this foreign guy was too particular and made him feel aggrieved.

Just then, Cheng Fusheng walked in casually 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 was so beautiful, but he was blind!

Mr. Yang saw him and raised his hand to greet him: "Fusheng, here!"

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

I disguised myself when I did business with him last time, and I don’t know if he would recognize me.

Niu Zhuang, this big fool, has been in contact with her for such a long time but didn’t recognize her. Cheng Fusheng shouldn’t recognize her either, right?

Cheng Fusheng sat down calmly.

He raised an eyebrow and glanced at Gu Qinghuan: "Comrade Gu looks very familiar."

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

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

Her voice is soft but not sticky, clear and clean, and has a refreshing and comfortable feeling.

It was the woman he did business with two years ago! He would not admit his mistake.

Strangely enough, he didn't know why he often thought of the woman who flattered him.

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

I didn’t expect that she was actually the Comrade Gu mentioned by Niu Zhuang.