When Mr. Wang and his wife returned home, it was two o'clock in the morning, the old man couldn't stay up late, they were very tired, the children in the family were asleep, the three sons of the Wang family were all married, the eldest son was the president, the second son was in the army, and the third son was in the National Development and Reform Commission. The Wang family is really prosperous and yin, the old grandchildren of Wang have four grandchildren, and a granddaughter, and the great-grandson has three great-grandsons and one great-granddaughter, and the descendants of the Wang family, except for the granddaughter who teaches at the university, are all working within the system.

The eldest son and his wife live in the old house, and the second and third sons' families are not very far away, and they are only a ten-minute walk away, and they will gather for dinner on weekends, and it is a family that pays special attention to etiquette and cohesion.

After the husband and wife washed up briefly, the old lady was not sleepy at all, leaning in the chaise longue, looking at the photo of her daughter Wang Shuyu and her grandson, which was taken in Tiananmen Square when the grandson was one year old, and the photo was taken by Wang Lao, and the young daughter and the grandson who had not yet spoken brought the old man back to more than 20 years ago.

The saddest thing in this world is that a white-haired person sends a black-haired person.

"Words...... Could it be that he is still alive, and he made a mistake back then? The old lady looked up at her husband, who had just come out of the bathroom, "That child, is it Yanyan?" ”

She knew there was little hope, but she still had a little hope.

"Words ......"

The old lady already had a premonition in her heart, after all, she knew her husband very well, and she had supper with someone for no reason, and she was so much like Sheng Lan's child, her age, and the place where she first appeared were so coincidental, but she was afraid that she expected too much and was disappointed, and when she heard the definite answer, the old lady's tears fell instantly and dripped on the photo.

Wang Lao squatted down in front of her, lying on her lap, tears wetting her pajamas, "It's me who is sorry for you." ”

The old lady put her hands tremblingly on his head, and sorrow came from it.

At that time, the external rhetoric was that the daughter's family was involved in a smuggling case, with a unified caliber, but the corpse was unrecognizable, almost decomposed, the daughter and son-in-law could still recognize it, the three-year-old grandson's face was already festering, the old lady knew that it was not an accident when she saw the corpse, it must be the enemy's revenge, Wang Lao's work has long put personal gains and losses out of the matter, so the children are protected wherever they go, forbidden to go abroad, and they are very concerned about their safety, their daughter has lived happily in the past few years after marriage, and there has been no accident on the domestic tour, Wang Lao also changed her position, she thought that everything was over, and if the days went on peacefully, she would be happy and happy, who would have thought that bad news would fall from the sky.

Although Wang Lao never said, Mrs. knew that she had never complained for so many years, because she didn't want to sprinkle salt on her husband's wounds, and the person who hurt him the most in this matter was him, if the husband and wife were separated, only the relatives would be painful, and the enemies would be fast, and when he received a courier, he vomited blood and was sent to the hospital in a coma.

She knew in her heart that in this tragedy, only the murderer should pay the price, and her husband should no longer bear the resentment and hatred of his wife after the loss of his daughter.

After so many years, she didn't know the truth, and the two supported each other and slowly walked out of their grief.

"It's good to be alive...... It's good to be alive! The old lady gently stroked Wang Lao's hair, her husband for the responsibility of the body, less than fifty years old full of gray hair, hard work, now in his seventies, has not retired, is not afraid to retire, can not retreat, he is in office, in order to protect the family of everyone, so the old lady has never bothered him because of the trivial matters in life, the family affairs are handled properly, now know that the grandson is still alive, the heart is very happy, "It must be Yu'er and Sheng Lan in the sky to protect them, words to escape death, now that you know, Why not take him home? ”

"I ......" Wang Lao looked up at the old lady, and he didn't know how to explain it for a while, if he said that he had sent someone to assassinate Ji Hui, married for decades, and had never done anything to him, he was afraid that he would give him a slap, "This matter is a bit complicated." ”

Mrs. Wang doesn't understand, her grandson is alive and well, the truth is clear, and the blood is recognized, what's the complicated thing?

"He may not recognize us." Wang Lao sighed, he had been squatting for a long time, he was a little numb, his right leg had been injured, some were not very flexible, and he couldn't usually see it, the old lady helped him sit next to him and poured him a cup of hot tea, "Why don't you recognize each other?" ”

"Wait a minute." Wang Lao went to the side and took Ji Hui's information, this information was presented on his desk early in the morning, it was all the information of Ji Hui, and the part where he sent someone to assassinate Ji Hui was hidden, "This is his upbringing." ”

The old lady touched the photo on the information, this photo is a photo of Ji Hui in his early twenties, and his temperament is very different from today, the photo was taken in the Colosseum by the people of the wolf squadron, Ji Hui in his early twenties was wearing a white shirt and trousers standing in the Colosseum, blood stained his white shirt, and it also splashed on his eyebrows, and the whole person looked gloomy and evil.

The old lady was very distressed, she took the reading glasses next to her, and looked at this information carefully, it was the world that the old lady had never been in contact with, a simple and simple text description, telling what kind of hellish life Ji Hui lived in the first twenty years, he was a child who crawled out of the sea of corpses and blood, when Wang Lao knew that Jiang Junlin was such a serious person, he liked such a bottomless and evil teenager, he was very surprised.

"It's our fault......" The old lady's tears burst out of her eyes again, and she felt so distressed just by reading the words, "If you were more cautious back then, and didn't collect the body in such a hurry, maybe you could know the truth, maybe you could bring words back, he wouldn't suffer so much, he could survive, it's really God's blessing." ”

Wang Lao also knew that Ji Hui was not easy, but when he didn't know that it was his grandson, this was just an investigation report, and he had never been moved by compassion, his identity and position were different, and his style of doing things was different, so it was difficult to have compassion.

But when you peel back the truth, everything is different.

"You've known him for a long time?"

"I knew it eight years ago." Wang Lao said.

Old Madam Wang looked at him incredulously, "He looks so much like Sheng Lan, didn't you suspect it?" ”

"I've forgotten what Sheng Lan looks like." Wang Lao said truthfully, the Sheng family has emigrated overseas, he touches the scene, and he will not often look at the photos of his daughter and son-in-law, and he can even not look at it, for more than 20 years, Sheng Lan's face has long faded in his memory, if it wasn't for Lu Zhiyuan to take out the photo, he really didn't have any doubts.

Even if it is suspicious, it is actually difficult to connect Ji Hui with Sheng Lan and Wang Shuyu.

Wang Lao is a very traditional person, and has always believed that dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, and the words and deeds of children will be influenced by their parents, and his sons, grandsons and great-grandchildren are all of good character, kind and upright, and the same is true for the children of the side branches.

The Sheng family's family style is good, Sheng Lan has a gentle temper, romantic and naïve, a typical artist, Wang Shuyu is lively and bright, obsessed with music, Wang Lao often thinks that if his grandson wants to live, he should also be as gentle and romantic as Sheng Lan, no matter how he thought about it, he would be like Ji Hui, in order to get Jiang Junlin, he almost died with him, and his temperament is really extreme.

But he didn't dare to tell Mrs. Wang the truth, now in Mrs. Wang's heart, her grandson must be the first, if he said it truthfully, he would not be good except to be complained.

"No matter what, he is the child of our family, he refuses to recognize us, it is so many years of parting, there has never been feelings, we know that he is in front of us, and we still turn a blind eye, that is to hurt the child's heart, at least let the child know that we will love him, love him, he has relatives, he is not an orphan." The old lady suddenly remembered something, "You knew about it eight years ago, and you were worried that he would not recognize us, did you do something bad to him, otherwise why do you have such concerns?" ”

Wang Lao, "......"

(End of chapter)