Of course, these are not Li Yuanlang's concerns. What he is worried about now is Shuiming Township.

The snow is still falling outside, and the sky is dark with no intention of clearing up. The only road leading to Shuiming Township in Ganping County has been covered with heavy snow, making it impassable for vehicles.

Li Yuanlang, who was trapped in the county seat, was anxious but could do nothing. The county seat was hundreds of miles away from Shuiming Township. He couldn't push his legs and walk back.

He always kept in touch with Zhang Guorui, and could only drive back after the snow stopped and the transportation department completed the snow clearing.

Taking this opportunity, Li Yuanlang made a special trip to the nursing home. His father, Li Yizhao, was in very good condition, with a rosy face and full of energy. Here he received special care, mainly because Li Yuanlang gave red envelopes to the nursing staff. Having money makes it easy for the nursing staff to do things.

His dad works hard.

Li Yizhao's speech was still slurred, and he and Li Yuanlang were gesticulating and talking a lot. Only then did Li Yuanlang finally understand that his father wanted to take care of his family's photo album, and he wanted to look through it when he had nothing to do.

Li Yuanlang couldn't resist his father's wish, so he rushed to his father's house in the snow. He made a special call to Su Fangwan on the way. He thought that Su Fangwan was living at his father's house. If he didn't go to work today, it would be bad to rush in.

Fortunately, Su Fangwan was at work and no one was home, so Li Yuanlang felt relieved. When he walked not far from the gate of the community, he suddenly saw two figures gesticulating at the gate.

Two down jackets of different colors, one tall and one short, one black and one red, are particularly eye-catching in the wind and snow.

Li Yuanlang looked familiar when he saw the back, so he couldn't help but walked forward and saw that it was Wang Song and Qing Rou, the young couple who came in his car yesterday.

"What a coincidence, are you waiting here or looking for someone?" Li Yuanlang took the initiative to say hello to Wang Song Qingrou.

"Good Samaritan, hello." Wang Song wanted to take off his gloves and shake hands with Li Yuanlang, but Li Yuanlang stopped him jokingly: "Forget it, it's too cold. When you expose your hands, they will freeze into popsicles."

Qingrou held Wang Song's arm, looked at Li Yuanlang and asked, "Good Samaritan, do you live here?"

"I used to live here, but now my dad's house is here. Look at that place." Li Yuanlang raised his hand and pointed to a gray building not far away. It was a seven-story staircase. His dad's family lived on the second floor.

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"Oh." Qingrou nodded and said, "I heard someone say that this place was originally Yuyu Hutong. I didn't know if it was accurate, so I came over to take a look. It turned out that it had been built into high-rise buildings, and there was no sign of an alley at all.

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From what Qingrou said, it seemed that the two of them were here to look for Yuyu Hutong, not anyone, so she said, "It's too cold outside and it's snowing. If you two don't mind, go to my dad's house to sit and have a drink."

A cup of hot tea will keep you warm. I am a local from Ganping and I will help you analyze it and see if I can get some insights."

"Then I'm sorry to trouble you. I'm sorry to bother you all the time. I have an old man at home and I'll buy some fruits and nutritional supplements for him." Wang Song said and was about to go to the supermarket next to him with Qingrou, but Li Yuanlang stopped him and told them

Dad is not at home, he is in the nursing home, and there is no one at home at this time.

The two of them couldn't resist Li Yuanlang's persistence, so they had to give up and follow Li Yuanlang to his father's house.

Su Fangwan kept the house in order. Her father was still in hospital. She ran around but didn't forget to clean the house. She seemed to be a very clean girl.

As soon as he entered, the room exuded a pleasant aroma. Wang Song didn't care that he was a man. Qingrou was a girl and was naturally sensitive. He couldn't help but said: "Good Samaritan, are there still women living here?"

"Oh?" Li Yuanlang scratched his head and didn't know how to respond. He simply laughed and invited the two of them to sit on the sofa in the living room while he went to boil water and prepare tea.

"Can I visit?" Qingrou couldn't sit still, walked to the kitchen with her little hands behind her back, and asked Li Yuanlang who was boiling water.

"Okay, you can visit at will." Li Yuanlang said nonchalantly.

Just at this moment, the phone rang. It was Jin Sheng, telling him Fang Yukun's opinion on how to handle the report letter.

Surprisingly, Fang Yukun questioned the authenticity of the report letter and asked Wang Zumin to get to the bottom of it, especially to find the whistleblower. As for those dozen people, Fang Yukun's opinion was to deal with it in a low-key manner.

As soon as I thought about it, I realized that Fang Yukun had his own difficulties. If there were problems with more than a dozen cadres at the deputy and deputy department levels, he, the county party committee secretary, would have a disgraceful face. If they were all dismissed and investigated, who would fill the vacancies?

It will affect normal work and is a headache.

His so-called low-key handling is to allow these people to take the initiative to explain the problems and compensate for their ill-gotten gains within the specified time. As for the results of the handling, depending on the actual situation, a warning or a demerit will be given, and dismissal will be avoided.

Jin Sheng is not convinced. He and Li Yuanlang have the same idea. Any mistakes must be investigated and any violations must be punished. Fang Yukun is trying to make peace with others by being too lenient in and out, which also encourages the growth of this unhealthy trend of accepting bribes and goes against the high-level promotion of anti-corruption and honesty.

The spirit is contrary to that.

Unexpectedly, Fang Yukun was the leader and had absolute say, so Jin Sheng had no choice but to complain.

Li Yuanlang was not in his position and did not seek political advice, so he could only persuade Jin Sheng for a few words before hanging up the phone.

The water was boiling, and Li Yuanlang was busy making tea when he suddenly heard a woman's scream of "ah" coming from the bedroom. He was so frightened that his hands trembled and water spilled all over the floor.

Without enough time to clean the ground, Li Yuanlang hurried over and asked as he ran, "What's going on?"

Following the sound, he ran over and saw that in his room, Wang Song stood dumbly, while Qingrou covered her mouth with her hands, staring at a photo on the table, her eyes widened and a look of surprise on her face.

Motionless.

It was a color photo, a family photo of Li Yuanlang when he was a child. It showed his parents, him and his long-lost little sister.

This is the only family photo they have, and it has not been taken since the little sister disappeared.

"Miss Qingrou, what's wrong with you?" Li Yuanlang came over and asked in confusion.

Wang Song also put his hands gently on Qingrou's shoulders and asked with concern: "Xiaorou, what's going on? You scared me."

It took a while for Qingrou to regain her composure. She did not answer Wang Song, but looked at Li Yuanlang carefully, looking at him from head to toe several times, which confused Li Yuanlang.

"You, is your name Li Yuanlang?" Qingrou couldn't help but feel excited, and grabbed Li Yuanlang's arm with both hands, as if she was afraid that he would run away.

If outsiders encountered this situation, they would definitely think that Qing Rou was a crazy girl and should go to a mental hospital to take chlorpromazine.

Li Yuanlang didn't think so. He guessed that Qingrou must have encountered some big discovery, but what did she discover?

"I, my name is Li Yuanlang, what's wrong?"

Qingrou looked at Li Yuanlang's face carefully and asked excitedly: "Who are you, Li Yizhao and Fan Yuqin?"

She asked Li Yuanlang completely into the ditch with questions, and Mu Hehe said: "Li Yizhao is my father, and Fan Yuqin is my mother. How do you know their names?"

"I, I..." Qingrou's lips trembled, and her eyes suddenly filled with tears. She couldn't control it anymore, hugged Li Yuanlang, pressed her head tightly against his chest, and began to cry loudly.

Seeing this scene, Wang Song next to him was also deeply moved. He also patted Qingrou on the back bitterly, sending him comfort and sympathy.

The behavior of this man and woman made Li Yuanlang completely confused. What kind of trouble was this?

"Girl, don't cry first. What on earth is going on?"

"Brother..." After a long time, Qingrou stopped crying and choked: "I am your sister Xiaohui. Why, you don't recognize me?"

Xiaohui! Are you really Xiaohui?

Li Yuanlang clasped Qingrou's shoulders and looked at the face carefully in order to find the shadow of the cute little girl with pigtails more than twenty years ago.

I'm just very disappointed. My sister was only three years old when she disappeared, and he was only ten years old. The remaining fragments in his memory have long been worn away by time, and there is no memory at all.

"Brother," Qingrou said emotionally, "I also have this photo here." She asked Wang Song to take the photo in her bag and compare it with the family photo in his room.

Li Yuanlang suddenly realized that there was such a miraculous thing in the world. His parents had been searching for so many years but there was no news. His chance encounter and a warm invitation led him to find his long-lost sister. Is it a coincidence or God's mercy?

"Xiao Hui." Li Yuanlang hugged Qingrou tightly again, and the brother and sister hugged each other. Qingrou burst into tears, Li Yuanlang also had a sore nose, and even Wang Song's eyes became moist.

This is where there is no place to go, and it takes no effort to get there.

After a long time, Qingrou wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and asked: "Brother, how is mom? And dad, why does he live in a nursing home?"

Speaking of his mother, Li Yuanlang sighed sentimentally: "My mother died of a sudden illness due to excessive grief in the fifth year after you disappeared. My father was devastated by this blow. He drank to drown his sorrows all day long, which destroyed his body. In the past few days,

I suffered a cerebral infarction and became paralyzed at the age of 18. I was busy with work and had no time to take care of myself, so..."

"Mom!" Qingrou cried while holding the photo, and knelt down and kowtowed three times in a very formal manner. Li Yuanlang came over to help her and said that after the snow stopped, he would take his sister to visit his mother's grave.

"Brother, take me to see dad. I want to see him." Qingrou looked impatient, wishing she could put on her wings and fly over.

"Okay, let's go right away." His home is not too far away from the nursing home. It can be reached on foot in about twenty minutes. Besides, it's snowing now, so it's not safe to take a car.

When the three of them left the house and walked to the nursing home, Li Yuanlang asked about Qingrou's experiences over the years.

It turns out that Qingrou was adopted by a family after being separated. Later, her adoptive father changed his job and was transferred to the capital, so she lived with her adoptive parents in the capital. From elementary school, to junior high school, to high school, and to university, her academic performance has always been excellent.

I got into Tsinghua University with high scores. After graduation, I went to study abroad for a year. After returning to China, I applied for a job as a senior executive in the multinational company I am now.

By the way, she now takes her adoptive father's surname, and her current name is: Ye Qingrou!
Chapter completed!