After two glasses of wine, Peng Yuanzheng finally saw a flash of tears in the old man's eyes. He knew that the old man was sad and thinking about his father. Even though he holds the power of a big country, he still has children.
Rouchang, it’s just that the old man concealed it very well.
After dinner, Feng Qianru chatted with the old lady, while Peng Yuanzheng followed the old man into his study.
After entering the study, the old man slowly sat down on his imperial chair, and then motioned for Peng Yuanzheng to sit down as well.
He was silent for a long time, then pointed to the two calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall and said with a gentle smile, "These are Zheng Xie's calligraphy and paintings, but they are copies."
Peng Yuanzheng raised his head and looked at the calligraphy and painting. One was the freehand brushwork of mangosteen, and the other was the fine brushwork of peony. He didn't know much about calligraphy and painting, so he didn't dare to show off in front of the old man. Knowing that the old man had his own story, he waited quietly.
"There is a jar of peonies in my backyard, which are top-quality ones transplanted from our Jiangbei Province. Every year in late spring, they bloom in profusion. There was also a jar of bamboo planted in the backyard, but unfortunately the soil and water were not good, and they grew sickly. I planted them there.
They were pulled out and planted with peonies."
The old man's voice was gentle but powerful. Peng Yuanzheng listened attentively, and his heart moved. He was a man of two generations, with an extremely open mind. He knew the meaning of the piano when he heard the strings, and vaguely heard the profound meaning of his grandfather.
Sure enough, the old man has no plans to arrange for the mother and son to go to Beijing for the time being. This means that his identity will not be made public.
"Do you understand what grandpa means?" Mr. Feng raised his eyebrows and stared at Peng Yuanzheng.
"Yuanzheng understands. Grandpa, I have never thought about becoming a flower in the greenhouse... My sky is outside!" Peng Yuanzheng's voice was slightly emotional.
Mr. Feng nodded with satisfaction, "Okay."
"From this point of view alone, it is better than Yuanhua." Mr. Feng nodded and smiled, "Remember, no matter where he is, he is my grandson, Feng Peirong. My grandson must stand upright and cannot withstand the wind and rain!"
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"Although he is my grandson, I will not allow him to be used in the name of me and my family... Grandpa hopes to fight for what he wants through his own efforts!"
"During the Spring Festival, I brought my mother to grandpa's place, and our family officially reunited -" Mr. Feng's expression slowly became serious, "Grandpa hopes to start from the grassroots step by step, be a down-to-earth person, and do things according to his duty.
, so that you can become the leader of the Feng family in the future!"
Mr. Feng's words were solemn and formal. Peng Yuanzheng's heart tightened. He knew that he would not be able to borrow the family's energy for a long time at least. He also vaguely guessed that this was Mr. Feng's test for him. As long as Mr. Feng did not agree to disclose his
Because of his identity, he would never be able to take advantage of it. However, this was also within his expectation.
He immediately stood up and nodded, "I understand, Grandpa, I won't let Grandpa down."
"Yeah. During the Chinese New Year, I brought my father's ashes to the capital and buried them in the suburbs... Grandma and I often went to see him..." Mr. Feng's voice suddenly became choked, and he turned his head,
Calmness returned instantly.
"There's one more thing. My father is gone, and my uncle has no son. Grandpa hopes that he can regard Bo Tao as his father in the future..." Mr. Feng said softly, and the sadness in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by some kind of depth.
Peng Yuanzheng was startled, but he agreed immediately without any hesitation. It was normal for him to regard his uncle as his father since his father was away, but he always felt that there was something in what Mr. Feng said.
"Okay, grandpa needs to read a few documents, take a bath, and talk to grandma." Mr. Feng waved his hand a little tiredly. Peng Yuanzheng did not dare to neglect, and immediately bowed and left... That night, Peng Yuanzheng stayed at Dahongmen
Here, Feng Qianru also stayed overnight.
But that night, Mr. and Mrs. Feng had a quarrel.
For Mr. Feng’s arrangements for Peng Yuanzheng’s mother and son.
Old Mrs. Feng believed that mother and son had suffered too much and should be taken to Beijing immediately. They did not seek wealth and wealth, but wanted peace and happiness so that the old man could see his grandson from time to time.
"What are you afraid of if you endure some hardships? It is a blessing for young people to endure hardships. Only when you endure hardships can you become a master! You must let him know that even if Feng Peirong recognizes him as his grandson, it is impossible for him to accept his grandson from me or from the Feng family.
You can't get anything for nothing!" Mr. Feng was very serious and insisted on not giving in.
The old lady was very angry and angrily went to the guest room to rest while holding her cup.
The next day, Mr. Feng had an important meeting to hold, so he was picked up by cars from the Security Bureau and the General Office early in the morning.
According to Mr. Feng's wishes, Peng Yuanzheng could not stay in Dahongmen for a long time, so he left on the same day. When parting, Mrs. Feng couldn't bear to leave, and she hugged Peng Yuanzheng and cried again.
It was the same military off-road vehicle that sent Peng Yuanzheng back to Xin'an City, Jiangbei.
Presuming that his people were still on the way, Mrs. Feng's phone call came to the office of her eldest son, Feng Botao. The old lady sighed on the phone, and Feng Botao understood what the old lady meant and quickly agreed.
Feng Botao knew very well that Mr. Feng devoted the first half of his life to the revolution and the second half to the country. He had no selfish motives at all. He could not use the power and influence in his hands to pave the way for his grandson.
But as an uncle, Feng Botao felt very sorry for this nephew who came from a poor life. Moreover, Mr. Feng had already expressed to Feng Botao that he wanted Peng Yuanzheng to regard him as his father, which could be regarded as his inheritance.
In fact, Feng Botao didn't dare to make any "big move" behind Mr. Feng's back. The old man asked Peng Yuanzheng to stay down there, and no one dared to disobey him. He wanted to ask someone to arrange a better work unit for Peng Yuanzheng.
, and also made their mother and son's life easier, but that was all.
The Feng family's disciples and former officials are all over the world. After Feng Botao made a few calls, he picked up the phone to "report" to his mother. Seeing that his eldest son was so "ignorant", he did not follow her instructions to arrange for Peng Yuanzheng to return to the capital.
, the old lady was very dissatisfied.
"Mom, Dad is already here. He asked Yuanzheng to stay in Jiangbei. How dare I bring him to Beijing! I asked someone to help him transfer his unit. This is already against Dad's principles - Mom, in fact, the same is true below.
Likewise, this kid from Yuanzheng is a graduate of Beijing University, has both good character and academic performance, and is a member of the Party, so he will definitely have no problem at work."
Feng Botao laughed with him, and Mrs. Feng scolded angrily, "We let him stay in such a place, when will he be able to come out? How many years? Ten years or twenty years? Mom is already old, but she can still see this child.
How many days? Boss, not mom, our brother is gone, this is the only flesh and blood he has left, he is your nephew, we are a family, even if the bones are broken, the tendons are connected!"
"We can't do this to this child! Mom firmly disagrees! How much suffering has this child endured? We can't understand it! We... what should I do to my mother?"
Feng Botao smiled bitterly, "Mom, don't be like this. I also want to transfer Yuanzheng to Beijing and take care of me by my side. But dad has already made a decision. It's not like you don't know his temper. If I dare to carry it,
Can dad spare me once he gets back from the expedition?"
Peng Yuanzheng did not let the off-road vehicle take him to the gate of the district. Instead, he got off the vehicle near Xin'an Railway Station and said goodbye to the serious-looking driver and soldier.
He took a taxi and returned home. His mother, Meng Lin, was sitting on the sofa watching TV uneasily. When she saw him coming in, she immediately stood up and frowned and asked, "Yuanzheng, didn't you just come back from the capital? Why did you run away again?"
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Peng Yuanzheng sighed inwardly. Instead of telling the truth to his mother, he told a white lie, saying that his classmate's father came to him temporarily to deal with his work issues.
Since Mr. Feng has arranged it like this, Peng Yuanzheng can only remain silent for the time being. When the Spring Festival is celebrated at the end of the year, naturally someone from the Feng family will explain everything to his mother in person.q
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