Liu Qingshan glanced at Boss Huo, but fortunately he noticed just now that he almost got on his pirate ship.

So he called "Uncle Huang" again and then sat down on the sofa.

As for Huang Yueming, he naturally sat next to his father and then stood up to pour tea for several people.

Liu Qingshan also felt Huang Shouting's faint gaze, as if he was looking at him.

Even though he was a human being for two lifetimes, he was a little uncomfortable. He felt that his eyes were a bit scrutinized, just like a father who was examining the stinky brat brought back by his precious daughter.

The key is that Liu Qingshan really doesn’t mean that to Huang Yueming.

He finally understood why he felt a little strange when he saw Huang Yueming today. It was probably this girl who had ordinary thoughts.

It seemed a bit impolite to talk about business as soon as they met. Liu Qingshan was hesitating whether to get to the point directly, but when he heard Huang Shouting on the other side, he had already started to talk about family matters.

This is called Liu Qingshan, which makes her feel a bit embarrassing, and it seems like she is on a blind date.

Fortunately, Huang Shouting quickly changed the topic and began to ask about some domestic situations, such as the investment environment.

After chatting for a while, he sighed: "My father came from there, and the old man is still thinking about going back to his hometown to take a look."

Liu Qingshan nodded with a smile: "Now that the country is stable, many Hong Kong businessmen are investing in China, so it's even more okay to visit relatives. Uncle Huang is welcome to go home and have a look."

He added a little accent to the four words "Go home and take a look".

"The home over there is nowhere long ago." Huang Shouting sighed and then said:

"Actually, I am a child on Hong Kong Island, but my elders in my family often talk about the old houses in Shijia Hutong."

When Liu Qingshan heard the familiar name of Shijia Hutong, he suddenly moved his heart and asked subconsciously:

"Uncle Huang, it's a coincidence that my grandmother also has a big mansion in Shijia Hutong, and my grandmother's surname is Huang."

Huang Shouting's eyebrows also moved twice: "I don't know your grandmother's name is..."

Liu Qingshan also looked straight into the other party's eyes, and his heart also thumped a few times: "My grandma's name is Huang Shuzhen."

But when Huang Yueming next to him suddenly said, "Dad, I often hear my grandfather say that the third aunt seems to be calling this name!"

With a blink of an eye, Huang Shouting stood up from the sofa, and the expression on his face changed rapidly.

Liu Qingshan also stood up, and he finally understood where his kindness towards Huang Yueming came from.

It is caused by the attraction of the same origin of bloodline. Even if I have never met, it has already flowed in my bloodline.

Boss Huo next to him also looked at this and that, thinking to himself: I really saw a big show!

Huang Shouting looked at the watch. It was still early and his father didn't have a rest at this time, so he said:

"Qingshan, let's go first. My father knows the old past events best."

In this situation, Boss Huo was not able to stop him, so he could only send them outside, watch them hurry up and drive towards the top of the mountain.

Nearly an hour later, the car drove into a medium-sized villa on the top of the mountain.

"Shouting, I've been back so early." A middle-aged beautiful woman came out and saw Liu Qingshan. She was stunned at first, then she looked happy. Her eyes turned back and forth on Liu Qingshan and her daughter a few times, and she became calculating in her heart:

He is indeed a very outstanding young man, very compatible with his daughter. He just took the other person back so quickly, it seems a bit unruly, right?

"Fengzhen, is my father asleep?"

Huang Shouting was a little anxious and didn't notice his wife's thoughts.

Chu Fengzhen misunderstood and thought that the old man wanted to look at each other, so she quickly pulled her husband a few steps and said with a smile:

"Shouting, are you too anxious?"

"Of course I'm anxious. This child may be the grandson of my aunt's family in the mainland."

Huang Shouting led Liu Qingshan into the small building without saying a word.

In a three-story building, the elderly live on the first floor for convenience of movement.

Huang Shouting knocked on a bedroom and led Liu Qingshan directly into it.

An old man in his seventies, wearing pajamas, was sitting cross-legged on a mat, slowly twisting a string of beads in his hand.

The old man had a thin face, his eyes closed, as if the quiet time was passing through his fingertips.

"Father."

"grandfather."

Hearing these two calls, the old man slowly opened his eyes, but his eyes did not look at his son and granddaughter, but fell directly on Liu Qingshan's face.

That gaze brings tranquility after insight into the world.

"It's rare for a young man to be old." The old man nodded slightly, as if very satisfied.

"Father..." Huang Shouting called out anxiously again.

As a result, the old man glared at him: "It's rough, not as steady as the young man."

This old man is amazing, his eyes are straight into people's hearts.

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but admire him. His psychological age and actual age are indeed a bit different. Of course, he is a young man, but ordinary people can't see it.

Huang Shouting was so temperless that Huang Yueming stepped forward, helped his grandfather get up from the mat, and sat on a chair next to him:

"Grandpa, tell me about the old house in the capital and the third aunt..."

A sudden light flashed in the old man's eyes, and his eyes stared at Liu Qingshan, as if he wanted to find something from him.

However, Liu Qingshan's appearance is more in line with his grandfather and father, but the girls from the Liu family are all in line with his grandmother and mother.

"You...are you Shuzhen's descendant?" The old man suddenly asked, his voice trembling.

Huang Yueming quickly touched his grandfather's back gently, for fear that the old man would be too excited.

Liu Qingshan also stared at the old man's old face: "My grandma's boudoir name is indeed Huang Shuzhen. Her hometown is in the capital, so she lives in Shijia Hutong."

He described the specific location of the old house. As for the situation of grandma's house, he was afraid that it would arouse his grandma's sadness, so he never asked.

Bang!

The old man slapped his palm on the chair, and then stood up from the Taishi chair with trembling trembling:

"San sister, it's really my third sister. I didn't expect you to be alive!"

Two lines of turbid tears rust down. It has been nearly fifty years since he heard his sister's news for the first time. The excitement in his heart also made his body tremble.

Seeing this, Liu Qingshan hurriedly stepped forward to support him: "Uncle, don't be excited."

Huang Yueming picked up a small medicine bottle from the head of the bed, poured out a pill, and put it in his mouth for his grandfather.

After a long time, the old man's emotions became much more stable.

At his age, fame and fortune could no longer make him moved, but only his closest relatives could not give up.

He suddenly grabbed Liu Qingshan's hand: "Come on, call your grandma now!"

Liu Qingshan looked at the time. It was almost nine o'clock in the evening, a little late: "Uncle, we are in the village, there is a telephone in the production team headquarters, and no one is watching it at night."

A trace of disappointment flashed across the old man's face, and then he grabbed Liu Qingshan's hand: "Then tell me, you must say it in detail!"

It was not until almost eleven o'clock in the evening that Liu Qingshan walked out of the old man's house. He repeatedly persuaded the old man to rest, otherwise he would have to chat all night.

In the living room outside, Huang Shouting and his wife were also staying here. Liu Qingshan respectfully stepped forward and called him cousin and aunt.

"I didn't expect that they were all close relatives in blood."

Huang Shouting also felt a lot in his heart. Although he was born on the Hong Kong Island, Chinese people pay special attention to the root cause.

Chu Fengzhen also looked at Liu Qingshan affectionately, and the more she looked, the more she became happy. Of course, she also heard some rumors about this child: she was talented and could make money.

I thought I could become a family, but now it is not bad, but it is still a family.

After chatting for more than ten minutes, Huang Yueming walked out of his grandfather's house. The old man was so excited that he finally took sleeping pills and then fell asleep.

She looked up at Liu Qingshan, with a friendly and joyful look: "Qingshan, in terms of age, you are still my cousin."

"Cousin, no wonder I felt close to you the first time I saw you." Liu Qingshan also looked at this cousin with a smile.

Both of them were generous and without any embarrassment, because they were getting along with each other and were more like friends than boyfriends and girlfriends.

"Yueming, hurry up and clean up the guest room and let your cousin live here today."

Huang Shouting saw that it was getting late, so he waved to him and said.

Of course, Liu Qingshan would not refuse. He could feel that the family's closeness to him was the feeling of really treating him as a relative, so he said thank you.

I had a good night sleep, and I got up early the next day as usual, and went out along the road to the top of the mountain. Along the way, I also encountered several middle-aged or elderly people jogging.

There are a few people who are still following a strong training team. Look at it, they should be like bodyguards.

The top of the mountain is relatively high. Looking into the distance, you can see the entire Hong Kong Island almost at your distant view.

As usual, standing in a stance and practicing boxing may be to find the joy of your loved ones, which makes Liu Qingshan's spirit different from the past.

I felt particularly excited and smooth while wielding my fists and kicking my legs.

At first, he was drinking like before, but after a set of punches, he always had the urge to yell.

There were still people around, so Liu Qingshan pressed him down. The more he pressed him down, the stronger the feeling was.
To be continued...