Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

Chapter 1219 Qiu Yihe

Shen Chong raised the corner of his mouth slightly, chuckled and replied: "The master may just be worried about your safety."

When Jiang Jianmin heard this, the expression on his face froze obviously, and a trace of displeasure flashed across his eyes like lightning.

With a bit of helplessness and resentment in his voice, he said: "I only have this one son, they really don't care about him, they are so anxious..."

These words left Shen Chong speechless for a moment. He felt that he didn't dare to respond rashly, nor was it appropriate to respond.

He could only glance at Jiang Jianmin quickly through the rearview mirror in the car, forced an awkward smile on his face, and then concentrated on steering the wheel and driving.

Jiang Cheng also fell into silence, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

He knew that he had no right to comment on the grievances of the previous generation.

Especially after listening to his grandfather's stories about the past, he understood more and more the concerns deep in his father's heart.

Until this moment, Jiang Cheng still felt that he could not give up his own little love for the so-called great love.

If he put himself in his father's situation, perhaps he would have chosen to be an ordinary rich man and live his own life.

Li Yan looked at the depressing atmosphere and quickly advised: "Okay, you too, don't be so nervous all the time."

However, her persuasion did not have the desired effect, and the atmosphere in the car did not ease because of her words.

Instead, it felt as if it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, becoming more and more solemn and depressing.

Everyone was immersed in their own thoughts, and no one was willing to speak easily.

I was afraid that I would accidentally touch upon that sensitive and fragile topic...

Half an hour later, a black car slowly drove to the entrance of a slightly old alley and stopped steadily.

Just as this car stopped, several burly bodyguards in neat black suits quickly got out of a Red Flag car following behind it.

They were agile and well-trained. They dispersed immediately after getting off the car and vigilantly observed the surrounding environment.

After getting off the car, Jiang Cheng found his father standing quietly at the entrance of the alley.

His gaze was deep and distant, looking straight into the alley, motionless, staring for a long time.

He looked as if he was tightly gripped by memories of the past and immersed in nostalgia.

Looking at my father's solemn expression.

Jiang Cheng was very sensible and chose to remain silent, not rashly speaking out to disturb them.

From childhood to adulthood, except for the time when he curiously asked about his grandfathers and his father became visibly depressed, he rarely saw his father show such a sad expression.

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Cheng walked forward.

He gently raised his hand and patted his father's broad shoulders.

Feeling Jiang Cheng's actions, Jiang Jianmin came back to his senses slightly.

He first sighed deeply, then slowly turned his head and cast his gaze at Jiang Cheng beside him.

Explained: "I came here when I was young. This is the home of my schoolmate and my good friend who grew up with me. I haven't been here for more than ten years. Thinking back to that time, I was the same age as you. Time flies...."

At this point, Jiang Jianmin's originally loud voice suddenly became low, as if it was suppressed by an invisible force.

His eyes were slightly lowered, and a trace of loneliness that was hard to capture flashed quietly in the depths of his eyes.

Li Yan, who had been watching Jiang Jianmin silently, could not express her heartache in words at this moment.

She gently stretched out her hands and slowly held Jiang Jianmin's slightly thin arm without saying a word.

Jiang Jianmin seemed to sense Li Yan's intention, and he gently raised his other hand.

He gently patted Li Yan's hand which was on his arm, forced a smile, and signaled her not to worry too much.

After a brief warm atmosphere, Jiang Jianmin seemed to suddenly recall some past events, and a helpless sneer appeared on his face involuntarily.

Then he sighed deeply and continued.

"Thinking back to the past, Lao Qiu and I studied in the same school from elementary school to junior high school and then to high school. During those years, we spent countless days together and we could be said to be inseparable good brothers. Unfortunately, when we went to college later, fate played a trick on us! We were admitted to completely different types of schools, and since then we have embarked on completely different paths in life... Alas..."

Jiang Cheng, who had been listening quietly nearby, nodded thoughtfully when he heard this.

Then, as if he had thought of something important, he quickly asked, "We are here to see Uncle Qiu, so do we have to buy some souvenirs?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Chong, who was standing by, walked briskly to the trunk of the car without saying a word.

I saw him carefully and gently open the trunk lid, his movements were slow and respectful, for fear of making the slightest sound and disturbing others.

"Don't worry, young master. I have already prepared these souvenirs."

Jiang Cheng glanced at Shen Chong. No wonder his second grandfather recommended Shen Chong to him when he thought he was dying.

Jiang Jianmin took several deep breaths, calmed down, and said, "Let's go, take everything with you."

Jiang Cheng took the tonic prepared by Shen Chong and followed Jiang Jianmin towards the alley.

Although this alley is not wide, it is by no means narrow and cramped. Instead, it gives people a feeling of a winding path leading to a secluded place.

Before long, they came to a corner and turned slightly, and the large iron gate that looked a little old and rusty came into view.

The door was half-open, slightly ajar.

Through the crack in the door, you can vaguely see the exquisite small villa deep in the yard.

This three-story building exudes a strong retro atmosphere, and its unique architectural style makes it clear at a glance that it belongs to the native residents of Shanghai.

It is somewhat similar to Zhao Linger's house.

Jiang Jianmin took a step forward, stretched out his finger and gently pressed the doorbell.

Today in Shanghai, the outdoor temperature dropped to ten degrees at noon, and the temperature at night could even reach below zero.

There was no sunlight near the iron gate, and a cold wind blew at this moment. Li Yan, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but shiver.

Seeing Li Yan tightening her plush coat, Jiang Jianmin turned his head and glanced at her, a hint of concern in his eyes.

Jiang Jianmin pressed the doorbell, but no one came out for a long time. He shouted inside again.

Just as everyone was anxiously waiting, a clear and pleasant response suddenly came from the small western-style building: "Here we come!"

Hearing this voice, Jiang Cheng's heart moved and he quickly looked inside the door.

The door slowly opened and a girl appeared in front of him.

Wearing a simple white sweater and a pair of dark blue jeans.

Her long, shiny black hair was casually tied behind her head, with a few strands of hair falling beside her fair cheeks, making her eyes look brighter and more lively.

When he saw who was coming, he couldn't help but widen his eyes slightly, his face full of surprise.

At this moment, the girl's eyes were filled with surprise, just like Jiang Cheng's.

The embarrassing "Ergou" scene yesterday instantly emerged in my mind.

When I met him at the airport yesterday, I knew he was a big shot.

For a moment, I didn't know what attitude to use towards Jiang Jianmin and Li Yan.

Qiu Yihe seemed at a loss, and even the greetings seemed a little flustered: "How are you?"

In sharp contrast to Qiu Yihe, although Li Yan and Jiang Jianmin were also surprised at first, they quickly adjusted their emotions and soon regained their composure.

His eyes even became soft and kind in an instant.

Because he noticed that the little girl in front of him had eyes and eyebrows very similar to those of a good friend he had not seen for many years.

"Hello, is Mr. Qiu Zheng at home?" Jiang Jianmin asked Qiu Yihe with a smile.

When he heard that the other party was looking for his father, a look of sudden enlightenment flashed across Qiu Yihe's face, and then his whole body seemed to be relieved, and his originally tense nerves suddenly relaxed.

Ever since her father retired from the army and returned to his hometown, people would come to visit him from time to time, so she had long been accustomed to this situation.

Seeing Jiang Cheng looking at him with a strange smile, Qiu Yihe couldn't help but glance at him secretly.

Then he nodded slightly and said enthusiastically, "Yes, please come in."