Song Weiyang looked for a private detective this time, and did not show up in person, but let the bodyguard go and leave his phone number.

3,000 yuan of pre-activity funds, find a target to give 5,000 yuan, and find three goals to give another 2,000 yuan bonus, this is definitely a big business. The detective was so excited that he threw away other businesses and wholeheartedly helped Song Weiyang find someone, and it only took four weeks to get it done perfectly.

Hong Weiguo took back the information provided by the detective, and in addition to the text description, there were some secretly taken photos.

For the grandfather Song Xinghua, who has never met, my father's previous account was a little wrong and missing.

Song Xinghua began teaching at Hujiang University in 1951, and in the fall of 1952, he was merged into Shenghai Jiaotong University along with the faculties, and was transferred to Shenghai No. 2 Machinery Manufacturing School half a year later. In the second year when Song Shumin went to the countryside to become an educated youth, Song Xinghua was transferred to the branch of Shenghai Mechanical College, where he suffered the impact for a while, and was locked up in a cowshed for several years, until 1979, when he returned to the school to teach, and finally retired from the School of Business Administration of Shenghai University.

Those school changes are simply messy, take Song Xinghua's retired Shenghai University School of Business Administration as an example, in fact, it was changed by the Light Industry Branch of Shenghai Institute of Mechanical Engineering.

That is to say, the last school that Song Xinghua taught was not Shenghai University of Technology as Song Shumin said, but a branch campus of Shenghai University.

In the name of searching for relatives, the private detective first went to the Polytechnic University to find someone, but he could not find it on the list of faculty files. He had to start with Hujiang University, but this school was divided in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, and the faculties were merged into Fudan, East China Normal University, Shenghai Finance and Economics, East China Political Science and Law, and Shenghai Jiaotong University.

Then, from the address given by Song Weiyang, the private detective speculated that Song Xinghua was later transferred to Shenghai Mechanical College and stayed in the branch school as a teacher. But this has reached a dead end again, because the School of Mechanics is the later Polytechnic University, and the detective has already checked it at the Polytechnic University, and there is no such person on the file.

Just as the investigation was being renewed, the private investigator met a polytechnic professor in his 40s. The professor's father was a colleague of Song Xinghua back then, and the two families lived on the same floor door to door.

After pointing, the private detective ran around for several days, and finally determined that Song Xinghua lived in an old teaching building in Hongkou District - the original site of the Light Industry Branch of the Institute of Mechanical Engineering and the School of Business Administration of Shenghai University.

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The heavy rain fell intermittently for several days, and finally the sky cleared, and Song Weiyang drove the van to Hongkou.

This place is full of high-rise buildings, but there are also many dilapidated neighborhoods, and the goal of Song Weiyang's trip is that the word "demolition" is written on the wall.

After waiting in the van for more than three hours, the mobile phone was spit out by the snake, and Hong Weiguo suddenly said: "The old man seems to have come out." ”

Song Weiyang put down his mobile phone, and sure enough, he saw a gray-haired old man hobbling with a cane. His right leg was a little lame, and every time he had to sell his left leg first, and then drag his right leg forward, and the basket hanging from his elbow swayed with it.

When Song Xinghua approached, Song Weiyang suddenly got out of the car and accosted: "Uncle, is this place going to be demolished?"

"Demolish, in two months. Song Xinghua half-squinted his eyes and looked carefully, and suddenly felt kind, because this young man looked like his son.

Song Weiyang asked: "How to calculate the compensation for demolition?"

Song Xinghua said with a smile: "A house in the suburbs, or 160,000 yuan in compensation, choose one of the two." ”

"Which one do you choose?" Song Weiyang said.

"Of course it's to take the money, the houses in the suburbs are too remote. Song Xinghua said.

Song Weiyang asked again: "Then where will you live in the future?"

Song Xinghua said: "I moved to my son-in-law's house. ”

Song Weiyang said: "Are you living alone now? Why don't you move to your son-in-law's house earlier and let them take care of you?"

"My son-in-law's family is too small to live in. Song Xinghua said.

"Then you are still going to move in after the demolition?" Mr. Song said.

Perhaps it was because of that inexplicable sense of intimacy that Song Xinghua was defenseless against Song Weiyang, and explained in detail: "My eldest grandson is about to get married, and the new house has been chosen, and the demolition money I lost is just right for him to make a down payment." My granddaughter is going to college, and she said she wants to live on campus. When the two younger ones move out, I, the old one, will move in. ”

"You're going grocery shopping, aren't you? I'll help you. Song Weiyang said.

Song Xinghua said: "What is the young man's surname?"

Song Weiyang said: "The surname is Mu." ”

"Oh, the surname is Mu. Song Xinghua felt a little disappointed.

Song Weiyang said: "I am also an employee of a real estate company, and my boss sent me here to inspect the market. ”

Song Xinghua said: "Here in Hongkou, many places are being demolished this year, and your company wants to buy land as soon as possible." ”

Song Weiyang smiled: "You still know real estate?"

Song Xinghua said: "Why don't you understand? Before liberation, my father-in-law was in real estate and built a lot of houses in Zhabei. ”

Song Weiyang helped Song Xinghua to the vegetable market, and the old man was careful when he bought vegetables, because of the difference of five cents, he walked seven or eight stalls in a row. When the stall owner weighed the dishes, he couldn't believe it, so he took the scale and re-handed it.

Song Weiyang said: "Uncle, you have a retirement salary, why are you so frugal?"

"It's not easy to save a little bit and make money. Song Xinghua said with emotion.

After walking around the vegetable market, Song Xinghua bought half a catty of vegetables, stood in front of the meat stall for a few seconds, and was not willing to buy one or two meats.

Song Weiyang helped him out of the vegetable market and said with a smile: "Uncle, I'll go first." See you soon!"

"Wait a minute," Song Xinghua suddenly shouted, "Do you have any relatives in your family with the surname Song?"

Song Weiyang said: "There shouldn't be." ”

Song Xinghua asked again: "Then do you know Song Weijun?"

Song Weiyang said: "I don't know much. ”

"Oh. Song Xinghua walked away slowly with a cane and a lame leg.

……

In the evening, it was getting dark.

Song Weiyang drove to a roadside noodle stall and asked, "Boss, what noodles do you have here?"

The noodle stall is run by a husband and wife, and the owner has gray hair, but he is very athletic, and his hands are thick and short, rough and powerful. The proprietress had short ear-length hair, a slight wrinkle on her face, and her shirt was washed white.

It was Song Weiyang's uncle Li Chenggong and aunt Song Weihong.

There are no tables at the noodle stalls, just a few small mazahs, where customers have to sit and eat with bowls.

Song Weihong greeted warmly: "Sir, sit down." We have Yangchun noodles, three shrimp noodles, beef noodles, chicken noodles, tea eggs and salted duck eggs. Our three shrimp noodles are delicious, the signature dish, would you like two bowls gentlemen?"

Song Weiyang sat on the pony and said with a smile: "Then come two bowls of three shrimp noodles and two tea eggs." ”

"Okay, I'll be right away!" Li Chenggong shouted heartily.

Song Weihong asked: "Do you want to peel the tea eggs? It's inconvenient for you to sit, I can help you peel them." ”

"That's trouble. Song Weiyang said.

Hong Weiguo sat down with his back against Song Weiyang, motionless, but his eyes were monitoring the surroundings like radar.

Song Weiyang asked, "Boss, why don't you get a few tables? It's more convenient for customers to eat noodles." ”

Song Weihong said with a smile: "The city management has to be caught, and it is difficult to run with a table." ”

Song Weiyang asked, "Are you a laid-off worker?"

Song Weihong said: "I was laid off last year, and my lover was laid off this year. ”

"It's hard, isn't it?" said Song Weiyang.

"It's okay," Song Weihong said, "than working in the factory, selling a bowl of noodles to make a bowl of money, and staying in the factory is not sure when you will be paid." ”

Song Weiyang asked, "How is the income?"

"If you don't starve, you can't get rich," Song Weihong said, pointing to a few stalls next door, "There are too many laid-off workers, many of them are setting up stalls to sell food, and business is not very good." ”

After chatting for a while, the noodles were cooked.

Song Weihong came over, because it was dark, he saw Song Weiyang's appearance clearly when he got closer, and said with some surprise: "Sir, your surname?"

Song Weiyang said: "The surname is Mu." ”

"Oh," Song Weihong squeezed out a smile, "Mr. Mu, your face is good." ”

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl walked briskly, wearing jeans and a big ponytail, and shouted from afar: "Dad, Mom, how is business okay today?"

Li Chenggong said angrily: "Why are you here again? It's going to be a college entrance examination soon, go home and review your homework!"

The girl smiled: "It's okay, I'm sure of the college entrance examination." Mom, you rest for a while, I'll help you greet guests. ”

"You don't need your help, your main task is to prepare for the college entrance examination, go back quickly!" Song Weihong said.

The girl pouted: "My brother brought his girlfriend home, just in our little place, go back to use them as a light bulb." ”

The couple's faces turned pale, and they didn't want to say anything, but they felt more and more indebted to their two children.

The girl sat down with a horse and happened to face Song Weiyang, when suddenly she shouted in surprise: "Are you Song Weiyang? I have seen your cover photo in Youth Magazine!"

Song Weiyang smiled and said, "Little sister, you recognize the wrong person." ”