When someone comes in, the owner of the teahouse greets them warmly.
"Hello gentlemen, please take a seat!"
Qin Fan and Yi Liangzhe found a booth facing the street and sat down.
"Gentlemen, would you like something to drink?"
the tea shop owner asked.
He handed over a menu.
Qin Fan smiled gently and said: "Since you are listening to the famous song Jasmine, let's have a cup of jasmine tea."
"Well, only jasmine tea is most suitable for this situation."
Yi Liangzhe nodded.
"Haha, it's still our Chinese tea, and Chinese music sounds comfortable."
Yi Heng said.
"Hahaha, gentlemen, if you feel this way, you are right."
The tea shop owner laughed.
He is about forty years old, has a Chinese character face, is sunny and upright, and looks like someone who exercises regularly.
Qin Fan seemed thoughtful, nodded and said with a smile: "The boss is really good at doing business. He opened a Chinese-style teahouse here to cleanse the hearts of tourists."
The boss looked at Qin Fan with some surprise.
He smiled and said, "Sir, you have really good eyesight. You were the first to see my intention."
Then, he introduced himself, "My name is Liu Qingyang."
After listening to the conversation between the two, Yi Liangzhe suddenly understood and couldn't help but stand in awe.
He cupped his hands and said, "I admire you. Boss Liu is really well-intentioned."
Liu Qingyang waved his hand, "I just did what I could. I just hope that the people who come out will not lose their way."
"We have no right to forgive on behalf of our ancestors, we can only protect this land for them."
Everyone naturally knows what is meant by whom to forgive.
Qin Fan nodded.
The saxophone music in the tea house is almost all Chinese folk songs.
Sitting here, sipping tea, my mind feels like it is being purified.
"Boss Liu, how long have you been here?"
Qin Fan asked.
"I was here when the Fengqing Street opposite was officially opened to the public."
Liu Qingyang said.
"Oh, did you know there is Jiang Baoguo here?"
"Haha, how could you not know that he built this street? Do you know what the locals call him behind his back?"
"I heard that some people call him Mr. Jiang?"
Qin Fan said.
"Hahaha, no, that's what his subordinates called him. The locals called him a traitor behind his back!"
"Oh, why is it called this name?"
Qin Fan asked again.
The word "traitor" is a collective term for those weaklings who betray the nation.
But today is an era of mutual integration. Using the word traitor to define Jiang Baoguo shows how unpopular this person is.
"Do you think this street is the same as other charming streets?"
Liu Qingyang asked.
Everyone nodded frequently.
Qin Fan and Yi Liangzhe both walked over.
This place is almost a replica of Japan, with no other elements except Japanese cultural elements.
None of the Chinese elements exist.
Thinking of the security personnel driving away the teenagers wearing Hanfu, Qin Fan and Yi Liangzhe couldn't help but look at each other.
This is simply a deliberate and artificial removal of Chinese cultural elements.
Liu Qingyang paused and continued.
"What's even more frightening is that many people don't realize that this is a strategy of boiling frogs in warm water, and many people laugh at me for being alarmist."
"Let me use an analogy. Twenty years ago, I was still very young and a passionate young man."
"One year, Japanese ministers visited their ghost shrine, and all the Chinese people boycotted Japanese goods, setting off a wave that made Japan tremble."
"But now, visiting worship has almost become the norm, and many of us Chinese people seem to be used to it."
"There are even Chinese public figures wearing military flag uniforms, and even checking in in front of the ghost house to take photos, etc."
"The Nanjing Massacre, Fushun Pingdingshan Massacre, Lushun Massacre, etc., the crimes committed by the Japanese in China are countless. Have they forgotten all those cold numbers?"
When everyone heard it, it seemed that this was really the case.
Although these notorious public figures have been punished accordingly, their forgetfulness of history is thought-provoking.
Nowadays, many public intellectuals are clamoring that China should be tolerant and forgive, as if countless crimes can be written off.
Fortunately, most Chinese people remember history, and there are even more righteous men like Liu Qingyang who are waiting silently.
As Liu Qingyang said, we have no right to forgive anyone for our compatriots who died, we only have the responsibility to continue to protect them.
Qin Fan nodded, he also admired Liu Qingyang deeply.
"Boss Liu, were there two Jiang Baoguo before?"
Qin Fan asked again.
Liu Qingyang was startled, shook his head and said: "No way, I only know this one."
It seems that Liu Qingyang does not know anything about the two Jiang Baoguo.
At the same time, the old courtyard house in Beijing.
A car slowly stopped, Xiao Wu quickly stepped forward and opened the door, and the elegant Jiang Shiwen and the respectful Quan Fang got out of the car.
"Miss, you are back, I will tell the old man."
Xiao Wu said.
"No, you can go about your business. Where is my dad?"
Jiang Shiwen asked.
"Writing in the study."
"oh."
Jiang Shiwen walked towards the study room.
As soon as I approached the study, I heard conversations coming from inside.
Jiang Shiwen stopped and listened.
Jiang Cheng in the study was wearing reading glasses and looking at a photo on his phone, smiling from ear to ear.
That was brought back from Hong Kong by Jiang Tianrui a few days ago.
He also said that this was Qin Fan's son Yuanyuan, his great-grandson.
Jiang Cheng read it over and over again and was so happy.
"Old man, this is the third time you've watched it today."
Chen Tu joked.
Jiang Cheng smiled and stood up from the chair shakily.
"Xiao Chen, you said it would be great if Xiao Fan comes back with this little guy in a few months."
"Haha, old man, the young master will definitely come back, and your great-grandson will come back too."
Jiang Shiwen, who was listening outside, stiffened.
He secretly thought: "Qin Fan actually has descendants. That must be the photo Tianrui brought back."
At this moment, Jiang Cheng's voice came again.
"Sigh, I wonder if Xiaofan can come back on time."
"Old man, don't worry, the young master will definitely be able to do it."
Chen Tu consoled him.
In fact, he himself had no idea.
The sound of Jiang Tianrui's crutches walking back and forth could be heard in the house.
"Xiao Chen, when I look back on my life, I find that I have been doing the wrong things."
"Haha, old man, you think too much. You have worked hard for the Jiang family and it is obvious to all."
"No, Xiao Chen, you don't understand. Maybe only when you get older and look back on the past will you realize that some mistakes can never be made up for."
"There is one thing that I will never forgive myself for until the day I die, and that is that I had to save face, keep my promise, and exclude Xiaofan's mother from entering the Jiang family."
"So much so that his mother has been missing for many years and refused to come home. It must be my fault."
"Old man, I can't. The young lady is virtuous and filial. How can I blame you?"
Chen Tu said.
Jiang Cheng shook his head and sighed.
"I made another mistake later and easily agreed to adopt Zhiwen."
"This is like setting up obstacles for Xiaofan himself. I am not succeeding enough and failing more than I am."
Chen Tu felt very heartbroken when he saw Jiang Cheng's self-reproaching state.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. You have to believe in me, young master. No one is a saint, and no one can make mistakes."
"Well, some things should be corrected."
Jiang Cheng said.
Jiang Shiwen, who was eavesdropping outside the house, had a cold look in her eyes, and she had no intention of going in.
She didn't expect to overhear her father's thoughts.
He turned around and walked outside, but he didn't take ten steps.
She stopped again, coughed lightly, put on a smile and walked towards the study.