Fan Bizhuang walked into the empty hotel restaurant, and at the table in the corner, there was an old man with a rickety back. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It's not even lunchtime, but the restaurant at the Grand Hyatt is always bustling with people, and it's rare to see a deserted time like this.

Fan Bizhuang thought about it for a while, and then he understood, I am afraid that the entire restaurant was chartered by the old man, thinking about the first time the two met, it was not surprising that there was such a pomp and circumstance with a group of bodyguards around the old man.

At least it can prove that this old man, in China, in the capital, is not a simple person, he can't be said to be a fierce man with a big background and great energy.

Of course, all this has nothing to do with Fan Bizhuang, no matter whether the other party is a high-ranking official or a huge rich, it has nothing to do with him, so there is no need to take it to heart.

"You're here."

As if hearing the footsteps behind him, the old man turned his head and gently spit out three words, with a gentle smile on his face, and even ...... Fan Bizhuang was a little skeptical that there was something wrong with his eyes, and he actually saw a trace of ...... in the old man's eyes Kindliness.

It's like the old man Juan next door looks at Felisa, exactly like his grandfather looking at his favorite junior.

"What am I thinking, this ...... I must have been dazzled. ”

Fan Bizhuang said secretly in his heart, then sat down opposite him with a tense face, "I heard that you came to me to discuss business activities?" ”

The old man nodded, but did not answer immediately, but looked at the man in sunglasses standing next to him. This can be regarded as Fan Bizhuang's "old acquaintance", Xiao Li's bodyguard, who had a conflict at the exit of the airport before, nodded eye-catchingly, and then together with several bodyguards, he turned around and walked out of the restaurant and waited outside.

"There are several companies under my name, your image is very in line with the temperament of our products, if we can, we are happy to send an invitation to you, Mr. Fan." The old man nodded in response, still with a warm smile on his face, "Of course, business invitations are only one of the purposes of my visit this time. Let me introduce myself first, my surname is Fan, you can call me Fan Lao ......"

Although the old man was smiling on his face, his eyes were always staring at Fan Bizhuang, as if he wanted to see something from his face, but when he regretted it, Fan Bizhuang always had a cold face, and he had no emotion.

"It's really fateful, my surname is Fan, Mr. Fan, your surname is also Fan, maybe we were still a family five hundred years ago."

Fan Lao said with a smile, poured himself a cup of tea, and poured the cup in front of Fan Bizhuang by the way.

"Thank you."

Fan Bizhuang picked up the teacup, took a sip gently, and sighed: "Very good tea, although I don't know much about the Chinese way of tea, but I can also distinguish the good from the bad, this tea is bitter and then sweet, the tip of the tongue always retains the aroma, much better than the tea given to me by a friend, it must be expensive." ”

"It's not expensive, if you like it, I can have someone send you some."

"No merit is not rewarded." Fan Bizhuang shook his head.

"It seems that you know a lot about Chinese culture." Fan Bizhuang's words made Fan Lao's eyes light up.

"Although I have always lived abroad, my aunt has made me learn about some history and allusions about China since I was a child, and under her influence, I have never forgotten my identity as a Chinese." Fan Bizhuang responded lightly.

"Then your aunt is a good person." Fan Lao praised him sincerely.

"Yes, she's the nicest person I've ever met, and the closest person I've ever met. Albeit...... She's been gone for a long time. Fan Bizhuang's expression changed for the first time, and his eyes looked a little gloomy.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up your sadness, but ......" Fan Lao smiled and changed the subject, "If you really like these teas, then before you go back to Europe, I'll ask Xiao Li to bring you some." Don't refuse, it's conditional, you have to do me a favor and become the face of our company and shoot a few commercials for us. ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fan, I don't have any idea of taking commercial contracts for the time being, in fact, I won't stay in China for too long, and I don't have enough time."

Fan Bizhuang still refused, he was a very smart person, although the old man in front of him always had a smile on his face and behaved very kindly, but Fan Bizhuang still had a very strange feeling, he faintly felt that the other party's purpose in finding him this time was not simply to sign a business contract with him.

"That's a shame."

Fan Lao let out a slight sigh, but there was no expression of regret and pity on his face, which made Fan Bizhuang more sure of the guess in his heart. This old man must have other purposes.

"Old Fan, don't you mind if I ask you a question?" After a moment of silence, Fan Bizhuang still said the question in his heart, "You said you can give me an answer......

Fan Lao bowed his head lightly: "Don't you already have the answer in your heart?" ”

Fan Bizhuang was silent. Indeed, when the big health care pushed the door in, he had such a guess in his heart, and now Fan Lao's answer made him affirm this guess. It's just that he couldn't figure out why Fan Lao would help him.

"Fan Lao, why are you ......?"

"I know you have a doubt." Fan Lao raised his hand to stop Fan Bizhuang's incomplete inquiry, his eyes suddenly looked into the distance, indescribable amazement and memory, and a trace of imperceptible pain, "Xiao Fan, don't mind if I call you that, listen to me tell you a story, can you......"

Although it was a questioning tone, Fan Lao had already begun to talk about himself, to be exact, he was caught in his memories.

"I used to have a son, the only son, and he and my daughter-in-law were sent to Brazil on a business trip 15 years ago...... Originally, it was just a simple two-year assignment, but I didn't expect it to become a difference between heaven and earth...... An accidental car accident took the lives of Sen'er and Qing'er, and I lost my son and daughter-in-law at the same time, as well as my grandchild, and after the car accident, my three-year-old grandson was nowhere to be found......"

“…… Fifteen years, fifteen years, I have been sending people abroad, to Brazil, to the whole of South America...... But...... But ......"

The pain in the old man's eyes was even worse, and the figure sitting on the chair was even more rickety and old, and his hands were spread out suddenly, as if he wanted to grasp something, but he couldn't grasp anything.

This painful memory makes this old man not a successful person with a huge background status at this moment, but just an old, lonely and poor old man.

With the old man's narration, although Fan Bizhuang's expression tried his best to maintain calmness, in his heart, he set off a monstrous wave.

Molina just joked about whether he still has any relatives with a well-known background in China, but he didn't expect that a joke seemed to have a sign of coming true.

Fan Bizhuang naturally didn't think that this was just a story made up by the old man, his painful expression, his unstable emotions, everything was illustrating, this was the old man's personal experience, this was his story!

Van Bizhuang knew that his parents had been killed in a car accident, and that Aunt Azusena seemed to have told him that he hadn't always lived in Spain...... As for whether he was in Brazil before, because the time was too long, he was still young at that time and had no memory.

"Grandpa?"

Such a word suddenly flashed through Fan Bizhuang's mind.

Such a storyline is extremely bloody, just like the soap operas on foreign TV, if it weren't for the real thing that happened to him, Fan Bizhuang wouldn't believe it at all.

But now......

Fan Bizhuang suddenly found that his heart was in turmoil.

Anyone who suddenly learns that they still have relatives alive in the world at such a moment will inevitably get emotional. But for nearly nineteen years, he was alone, and this time a grandfather suddenly appeared, and he couldn't accept it for a while.

"Me, what should I do? What should I say? ”

Fan Bizhuang kept asking himself in his heart. At this time, where did he still have the slightest mature and stable appearance on the green field, and he lost an inch in an instant.

"Xiao Fan, look at this."

When Fan Bizhuang's mind was in a mess and he didn't know what to do, the old man stopped talking, he took out a photo from his close-fitting pocket, and put it on the table with nostalgia and care.

This is a group photo of a family of three, in which there is a couple with happy smiles and a fat boy sleeping with his eyes closed.

With just one glance, Fan Bizhuang was as if he had been struck by electricity, and an indescribable complex emotion filled his body.

The few people in the photo are all too familiar to him.

In his small iron box, there is such a photo, although the expression is different, although the background is different, but this couple, as well as this child, he has long been familiar with it.

"This is the only family photo Sen'er left me, and I have always kept it close to me. This is also the motivation for me to live, my son and daughter-in-law died, and my grandson was nowhere to be found, if it weren't for the belief that I had to find the bloodline of the Fan family to support me, I am afraid that I would not be able to hold on to the old man, I, I ......"

Fan Lao couldn't continue, because in front of him, Fan Bizhuang stood up with his eyes distracted, and then ran away without looking back.

"Little ...... Little Fan ......"

No matter how the old man shouted behind him, Fan Bizhuang never stopped, just buried his head and rushed forward.

"Fan ......"

Molina, who was waiting outside the restaurant, looked puzzled and dazed, and saw that Fan Bizhuang had no sign of stopping, so he could only run up.

Xiao Li and other bodyguards also hurriedly ran into the restaurant, and were relieved to see that the old man was safe and sound.

"Old ...... ...... owner"

Fan Lao waved his hand, interrupted his words, recovered from his distraction, got up, and slowly moved to the position where Fan Bizhuang had just sit.

"Here's the hair he left behind, and this glass of water, he's drunk...... Send it for inspection now! Immediately! ”