As he spoke, the old man took out a photo from the drawer.
The photo is very old. Judging from the marks on it, you can tell that the owner should have held it in his hands and rubbed it from time to time.
The photo showed a couple and two children. From the facial features of the two children, Zhang Yu recognized that they should be photos of his father and sister-in-law when they were children.
Looking at the photo, the old man felt quite regretful: "I left in such a panic that I didn't have time to look for the photo album, so I only took the photos off the table in my eldest brother's study."
When he said this, the corners of the old man's eyes turned red quietly.
In the third year after his nephew and niece were lost, he was already a little desperate, and with a certain thought in mind, he secretly sneaked back to his hometown.
At that time, his hometown had been occupied by others. He searched for news for several days before he found out the background of the people who occupied his house.
Those people were not something he could touch at that time. For this reason, he could only hide and secretly climbed over the wall and entered the house while those people were out for a banquet.
This was both funny and sad to say. She never imagined that one day she would have to climb over the wall to enter her home.
He didn't want anything else, he just wanted to go back and look for the photo album at home.
It's just a pity that I turned the house upside down and couldn't find any old things from the past.
Later, I kidnapped a servant and learned from him that the new owner disliked the death of someone in the yard and thought the things left by the former director were unlucky, so he had people clean them out and throw them away.
From then on, the photo in his hand became the only proof that my family existed in this world.
Thinking of this, the old man quietly turned his head, avoiding Zhang Yu's sight, and wiped away the tears that overflowed from the corners of his eyes with his hands.
The days ahead are already very good.
Although his nephew died, he found his grandnephew. Although his niece had a grudge in her heart, she did not stop her children from getting close to her.
That's good.
very good already!
This time, before Zhang Yu could change the subject, the old man took the initiative and took the lead in talking about happy things.
As the two chatted deeper and deeper, time passed by unknowingly. During a pause, the old man glanced at the clock on the wall and realized that it was getting late, so he began to gently urge his grandnephew to leave.
Those things that Zhang Yu didn't want to accept were put into a big bag by the guards at the old man's instruction and forced into Zhang Yu's arms.
Watching Zhang Yu leave, the old man's eyes showed reluctance.
Seeing this, another old man who also watched his children and grandchildren leave said, "Old Zhang, since you are reluctant to leave, why don't you keep your children here for two days?"
"Are you willing to give up?" Zhang Zhenhua asked, looking at several young people who were bidding farewell to their old friends.
Hearing this, another old man was stunned, and then said in a daze: "So what if you are willing to give up? So what if you are not willing to give up? Young people have their own things to do, so what's the use of staying with an old man like me!"
After saying that, he also fell into silence.
Looking past the sanatorium, everyone felt a little stunned.
There are many elderly people here, but not many children come to visit.
The family has promising children who are busy with their careers, so how can they find time to visit the elderly?
If the children in the family have no future, they naturally want to fawn over the old man from time to time and want to squeeze the last profit from the old man.
For such young people, it would be better not to come than to come.
People who can live in a nursing home here must have a high position before leaving office. This also means that security here is strict. Even people who are familiar with each other must go through several checks every time they come in. Some young people are the most impatient with these.
As time goes by, the number of visits will gradually decrease.
…
Both old men thought of this fact, and then they fell silent. After a while, they didn't say anything. They just glanced at the outside world in tacit understanding, then turned and left.
After returning to the house, the old man opened the package Zhang Yu brought and smiled when he looked at the clothes inside.
The clothes looked like they were made by my niece.
Zhang Zhenhua put on the clothes made by his niece and ran to a bunch of old guys to show off silently over and over again.
The old guys hated him so much that they couldn't help but take action if he continued to show off. Worried that someone would attack his clothes, Zhang Zhenhua returned to the house with some reluctance.
After returning to the house, he took off the clothes that his niece had made for him, carefully smoothed out every wrinkle, and then carefully put the clothes into the cupboard.
After he was happy, he thought of the complaint his grandnephew had made to him, and his courage suddenly became serious. How could the grandnephew he had finally found be bullied by any kitten or puppy? If that were the case, then what would happen to him?
What is the use of this uncle?
Just thinking of the "big brother" his grandnephew mentioned, and thinking of the other person's identity, Zhang Zhenhua couldn't help but frowned. If he was arguing with the other person, wouldn't he be bullying the younger generation?
However, there is still some way to do this. It doesn't sound good to bully a junior, so just go to him directly.
As for what the consequences will be for the "big man" who shows off his power outside in his name after his father knows about this, it is none of his business.
Zhang Zhenhua was determined to seek justice for his grandnephew. He picked up the phone and dialed a number.
A moment later, a majestic voice came from the other end of the phone: "What's the matter?"
Zhang Zhenhua: "It's nothing serious. I just want to apologize to your son on behalf of my great-nephew. I didn't give him the pen he wanted, and I had to make him spend so much effort and find so many people to get it from my great-nephew."
Pen in hand."
What Zhang Zhenhua said was so yin and yang that the people on the other side were stunned.
After the person on the other side of the phone reacted, he defended his son: "Old Zhang, have you misunderstood? How could my son do something like that?"
"Huh, huh, what's the misunderstanding? I'm just wondering, does your son have a grudge against my great-nephew and is keeping an eye on him? If it's not enough to rob him once, he wants to rob him twice.
This means that my child is made of clay and anyone can pinch it, right?
If he is really in need of something, I don't have much else here, but I still have two or three good things. When the time comes, I will give it to him directly, so as not to bully my grandnephew."
In fact, if it was just about the pen, Zhang Zhenhua wouldn't be so angry.
When talking about the Shi family, Zhang Yu recounted what the other party had done. During this period, he accidentally said that the Shi family had robbed him of the raw materials and found someone to customize a purple clay pot for his uncle.
When talking about the appearance of the set of purple clay teapots, Zhang Zhenhua thought of how the other party once showed off in front of a group of old friends that his son had given him a set of purple clay teapots.
When you think of this, isn't it just right?
Good guy, I haven't finished robbing once, and I want to rob again.
So Zhang Zhenhua, who was feeling angry inside, couldn't help but bury the other party for a while.
