Siheyuan: A warm home with wife and children

No, given Jianguo's temper, he would have broken her legs.

Yingzi became increasingly anxious and angry the more she thought about it.

I wanted to chase after her and give her a good beating.

But as soon as he stepped over the threshold, he pulled his foot back.

The child might just be joking. You should give her a good beating and then encourage her. If you do that, she might really not come back.

Yingzi had nowhere to cry, who could she talk to?

We only have these two kids, and they're both going abroad.

What if... they don't come back...?

Yingzi felt increasingly distressed as she thought about it, and her scalp tingled.

But she still had to go to work, so she could only suppress her thoughts and walk out.

Along the way, Yingzi was frowning, her heart was full of gloom, and she was in a daze and absent-minded.

Yang Jianguo, who left a few minutes early, was unaware of the little incident that had occurred at home.

Right now, at work, he's introducing Little Fatty to Master Huo: "Little Fatty Tang, he learned all this on his own."

"Master Huo, I saved this excellent talent for you without even thinking about it. You'd better train him well!"

Looking at Tang Xiaopang's work, his chubby fingers didn't hinder his dexterity at all, and he flipped them back and forth with a neat and efficient manner.

Master Huo laughed heartily, sincerely thanked Yang Jianguo, and assured him, "You definitely won't be any worse than me."

And so, Tang Xiaopang officially joined the research institute, becoming its first and only intern.

However, he still needs to address his personal issues promptly.

We need to get back the household registration, as well as the quota book and tickets.

When asked for his opinion, Tang Xiaopang lowered his head and after a long while finally said, "Can it be replaced?"

Oh dear, this honest kid didn't receive proper training earlier.

Pity!

Master Huo felt a little sorry for his new apprentice.

From now on, I will not only have to teach him the skills, but also protect him and teach him the principles of being a good person.

Kindness is often taken advantage of, and repaying evil with kindness is not enough to repay kindness. Even good people should be selective about what matters and who they are dealing with, and should not be pushovers.

We need to explain everything to her clearly, and we also need to work on her personality.

Otherwise, no matter how advanced your skills are, you'll still get bullied to death.

Chapter 329 My Motherland, the Light in Zhiyuan's Eyes

Today, I introduced a new apprentice to Master Huo, and the work is progressing smoothly.

The notebook that had been given to them earlier gave Xiang Shaodong and Master Huo some initial ideas for leading the team.

Although it's just an idea, I haven't actually started using it yet.

Having ideas is a good thing; at least you've absorbed them and roughly understood them.

What follows is nothing more than a slow and steady process.

Yang Jianguo was overjoyed. On his way back, he sang a little tune: "I saw Hengheng off down the South Mountain. The autumn wind and drizzle were chilling. The leaves of the paulownia trees had all fallen. When will Hengheng return to the mountain?"

He parked the car and walked into the house with his hands behind his back.

As soon as he entered the door, Yang Jianguo saw his wife sitting at the table.

With her head bowed and eyes downcast, her face full of sorrow, she looked exactly like Li Meimei.

"Sister Li~ I wonder what's troubling you? Why are you so worried? Tell your brother~ Come here~."

"Pfft~"

Yingzi, who had been looking sorrowful, was amused by him. "Go away, you're so serious. Your child is already so old."

"What does it matter to me how old they are?" Yang Jianguo put his arm around his wife's shoulder and said happily, "No matter how old they are, they belong to someone else. My wife is my own."

"You're so good at talking." Yingzi was delighted by his flattery.

But when I think about what I said this morning, I can't help but feel uneasy and worried.

"Jianguo, have you ever thought about... what if the two children don't come back?"

Upon hearing her mention it, Yang Jianguo knew where her troubles came from.

"What did Zhiyi say to you?" Yang Jianguo didn't even need to think; it must have been Yang Zhiyi who said something.

If Zhiyuan had any ulterior motives, he wouldn't have said them so easily.

If he were to speak, he would definitely do so in a very formal and proper manner, bringing the two of them together.

Then, formally inform them what you think.

Because once a child makes a decision, they mean it, and nothing can change their mind.

As for Zhiyi, that girl just talks about whatever comes to mind.

Quick-witted and unconventional.

I just said it, and I might forget it myself in a little while.

It's best not to take her words too seriously.

"I know, I know, it's just..."

Yingzi knew exactly what her daughter was like, but this remark served as a reminder to her.

What if they both stay abroad and don't come back?

What to do!?

"What can we do? We'll just have to accept it!" Yang Jianguo said with a frank smile, "Let them live their lives happily together!"

"Really?" Yingzi looked at him in surprise, unable to believe that these words came from his mouth.

My own husband, can he really accept that our two kids are left abroad?

Forgetting their original intentions and enjoying a life of luxury on their own outside?

Yang Jianguo nodded, his smile gradually fading, and said seriously, "If that day ever comes, as a father..."

"I wish them well, peace and good health."

"But as Chinese citizens, they can forget about ever stepping foot in my door again in this lifetime."

"A person cannot live only for himself. Contributions may vary in size, but one cannot shirk responsibility."

"No matter how nice it is outside, it's still someone else's home. Even if you stay there your whole life, people will never treat you like family."

"No matter how advanced their technology or how powerful their weapons are, they're just for bullying and attacking you."

"If you make a mistake, it's bad, no matter how poor you are."

"That's our home too, it's our roots."

A child doesn't despise its mother for being ugly, and a dog doesn't despise its home for being poor.

"If you don't think about solving the problems and correcting your mistakes when you have difficulties, how can you make a good life?"

"They're only thinking about where to run off to, how to live a good life, how to enjoy themselves. Does this family even exist anymore? No matter how good it is, it will fall apart sooner or later."

"The past dynasties, the Eight-Nation Alliance, and the Japanese pirates' invasion, burning, killing, and looting."

"How many years have passed? How could you forget?"

Hearing him say that, Yingzi looked at him and asked, "You really hate these people?"

"I hate it, but I wouldn't call it hatred," Yang Jianguo said honestly, adding that the idea of ​​truly empathizing was too abstract.

Compared to empathy, he prefers the saying "Don't advise others to be kind if you haven't experienced their suffering" to its practicality.

Yang Jianguo's deepest feeling about this history is only one thing: Never forget national humiliation!

Past grudges are in the past; they should be remembered, but we cannot dwell on them.

If those in power only knew how to dwell on the past, where would the 40 years of economic take-off come from?

If the workers and peasants below only focus on hatred, where will they find the will to work hard, strive for development, and be willing to dedicate themselves to self-reliance and self-improvement?

Patriotism isn't something you shout slogans about, or it's something you yell at like "little devils."

It was the sacrifices of countless martyrs with their lives and blood, and the lives of hundreds of thousands of workers' and peasants' children.

They used their youth and passion to uphold the destiny of the nation.

Therefore, with a strong nation and a united people, we can let the world know that there is a voice that calls out, "Our Motherland!"

At this moment, Yang Zhiyuan, standing outside the door, clenched his fists, feeling his blood surging and his body trembling uncontrollably.

At this moment, a seed takes root and sprouts in my heart.

It was as if a giant was shouting in my ear: "Strive for the prosperity and strength of our motherland!"

One day, he will fulfill his father's dream.

Let the world hear a voice called—Motherland.

Yang Jianguo and Yingzi had no idea that the two children were eavesdropping outside the door.

When the two children returned, the meal was ready.

After dinner, the two read for a while and then went back to their room.

As they reached the front of the old house, about to part ways, Zhiyi suddenly asked, "Brother, you'll definitely come back, right?"

"Hmm, what about you?" Yang Zhiyuan asked, looking at her.

Sometimes he couldn't understand this younger sister either.

She's not smart, but she's actually smarter than anyone else; yet, she's also quite clever, often making silly mistakes.

What Zhiyi is really thinking is something that probably no one but herself knows.

"Me? Guess what, hehehe~" She smiled happily, put her hands behind her back, and spun around in place.

Zhiyi pushed the door open with her shoulder and ran into the house. A moment later, melodious singing came from inside: "A great river flows wide, the wind blows the fragrance of rice flowers on both banks."

"My home is on the shore. I'm used to hearing the boatman's calls and seeing the white sails on the boats."

"This is my beautiful motherland, the place where I was born and raised."

"On this vast land, there is beautiful scenery everywhere."

"The girl is as beautiful as a flower, and the young man has such a broad mind."

"In order to open up new worlds, the sleeping mountains were awakened, and the rivers were transformed..."

"This is the motherland of heroes, the place where I was born and raised."

"On this ancient land, the power of youth is everywhere..."

Standing blankly in the courtyard, Zhiyuan had started humming along at some point, "This is the motherland of heroes, the place where I was born..."

A smile played on his lips, and genuine joy shone through his face.

The moment Yang Zhiyuan stepped through the door, a light shone in his eyes!

Chapter 330 Jiangdao Island, Lou Xiao'e's Introduction

Jiangdao was a place Xiao Yuan frequented in his previous life.

There are countless technical exchanges, trade fairs, and various industry-specific exchanges and seminars.

But this was the first time in his life, spanning over a decade, that he had set foot on Jiangdao Island.

The streets were ablaze with flowers and bustling with activity. The crowds on the streets resembled industrious worker ants, tirelessly moving back and forth.

Yang Jianguo sat in the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz, gazing at the scenery outside the window.

"How is it? Isn't it very different from the inland areas?" Lou Xiao'e, standing beside him, was dressed in luxurious clothes, showing no trace of her original simplicity.