Everyone at the scene was startled, and all looked towards the source of the sound, only to realize that the speaker was Zhang Songhong, the eldest son of Mr. Zhang.
Zhang Songhong has a strong say in the Zhang family, not only because he manages most of the family's business, but also because he has a complicated network of relationships in Guangliu Province.
However, he never liked Zhang Qingyu's family, especially Su Guang, whom he hated very much.
It is said that Zhang Qingyu was originally arranged to be a wife of a large family twenty years ago. Once Zhang Qingyu married and the Zhang family got married to her, Zhang Songhong's life would be easy. As long as the marriage was successful, Zhang Songhong's achievements would be far from this.
, but because of Zhang Qingyu’s willfulness, he lost these, so Zhang Songhong’s family was very hostile to Zhang Qingyu.
In addition, his wife and son took a trip to Jiangcheng and came back bruised and bruised. Zhang Songhong naturally placed the blame on Su Guang's family, so his eyes became colder when he looked at them.
"Oh? Songhong, what do you mean by this? Is it possible that you also have a picture of the last moon in your hand?" Mr. Zhang asked with a frown.
"Yes." Zhang Songhong nodded and then waved his hand.
Two figures immediately came to the door.
It was Zhang Baoxu and his mother Ren Ai, but at this moment Zhang Baoxu was pushed in in a wheelchair.
His limbs were in plaster, and there was a rolled-up painting lying in his arms.
"Child, what's wrong with you?" The old man became anxious, stood up suddenly and walked over, asking with concern.
"Grandpa, I'm fine. I just need to rest for a while and recover. Today is your birthday. Please forgive me for not being able to kneel down to you. This is a birthday gift from our family to you. Gu Kaizhi's picture of the last month, wishing you grandpa
Like the permanence of the moon, like the rising of the sun, like the longevity of Nanshan Mountain, it never rises or collapses. Like the luxuriance of pines and cypresses, everything can be sustained."
Zhang Baoxu said with a smile, but his voice was very weak and he was a little out of breath when he spoke.
The old man couldn't bear it very much.
"Dad, you don't know that Baoxu made a special trip to Jiangcheng for this picture of the last moon. If it weren't for this painting, Baoxu wouldn't have gone to Jiangcheng, let alone get into a car accident. If he hadn't had a car accident, how could he have gone there?
It has become like this..." Ren Ai from behind started to cry.
"A filial son."
"This family is so filial."
"yes."
"It's so touching."
The guests all around were wiping away tears.
The old man was also very moved.
"Child, why are you doing this?"
"As long as grandpa likes it, it doesn't matter to Baoxu." Zhang Baoxu said with a smile.
The old man sighed heavily: "My child, you have suffered..."
"Grandpa, take over the painting."
"Hey, okay..."
Mr. Zhang took the painting in his arms with some trembling, his eyes twinkling.
Seeing this, the surrounding guests couldn't help but applaud, and some even cheered for it.
The scenes at the scene were extremely touching and made people cry.
Lin Yang narrowed his eyes slightly.
Zhang Qingyu and Su Yan behind them were extremely pale.
I didn't expect things to turn out like this.
In this way, it no longer matters whether Zhang Baoxu's painting is true or false, because in the eyes of the old man, the meaning of this painting is no longer true or false, but Zhang Baoxu's filial piety towards him.
The most embarrassing person at the moment is Su Guang.
He stood there holding the painting, staring blankly at the scene, not knowing what to do.
Continue to send?
Just kidding, are your paintings better than others? It would be fine if they were two different paintings, but now they are two identical paintings. How can I give them away?
Who is Zhang Songhong? Can the things he gave away be fake?
Someone gave me a genuine product, and I got into a car accident because of it. How precious and sincere this is.
And you send a fake one... isn't this making fun of the old man?
For a moment, Su Guang stood there, as if unable to advance or retreat.
"It's all you. What paintings did you say you gave as a gift? Is this okay now? I told you to give some jade ornaments earlier!" Zhang Qingyu glared at Lin Yang fiercely, hurriedly hurriedly whispered.
Said: "A Guang, come back quickly and take these jade ornaments, quickly."
"good."
Su Guang was busy going there.
But at this moment, Ren Ai shouted.
"Hey, brother-in-law, where are you going? Aren't you going to wish our dad a birthday?"
As soon as he said this, Su Guang's steps froze.
"Brother-in-law, today is our dad's birthday. It is a big day. Every Zhang family member should come to celebrate his birthday with sincerity. It doesn't matter whether the gift is high or low. What matters is sincerity. If you don't have money, just buy a small trinket.
Forget about dedicating it to my dad, what do you mean by buying a fake painting to dedicate to my dad? Do you think my dad is the kind of person who likes to collect fakes? If this gets out, will our dad's reputation be ruined? You
