1970s: Hot wife accompanies the army, cold-faced rough man is not easy to tease

Chapter 290 This face reminded her of someone
Since Gu Qingye was entrusted with receiving the documents, it was natural not to keep it a secret from him.

Zhou Tianqi recounted the national treasure's fantastic journey home, and even though this was the fifth, sixth, seventh, or eighth time he had revisited the story, he was still deeply moved.

Amazing coincidences, keen insight, decisive action, and deep patriotism are all indispensable.

Unprecedented and perhaps never to be repeated, truly a legend.

Gu Qingye appeared calm, but his heart had already flown to the other side of the ocean.

After Lu Youyou left, he thought about her almost every moment, and the deep-seated longing for her erupted like a tsunami at this moment.

Did she encounter any difficulties abroad? Was she afraid of such a big thing? Was she worried about her safety?

Even though every step was full of coincidences, Gu Qingye knew that Lu Youyou's actions must have a deeper meaning.

The thought of her having to worry so much while she was out there all alone made him feel anxious.

No matter how much she longed for him, time and distance were the only constraints; she could only hear the voice she yearned for through distorted electrical currents.

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Lu Youyou also received the same copy of the "Masses Daily" shortly afterward. It was specially sent from China by the embassy. Since they couldn't give it a big commendation, it was good to keep it as a front-page headline as a souvenir.

Song Yunqing was much more excited than her. She took a close-up photo of herself with the newspaper. According to her, this was the first time in her life that she had participated in a project worth hundreds of millions of yuan, and she had to record it.

Summer vacation arrived quickly, and Song Yunqing was eager to take Lu Youyou back to visit. She patiently waited until Lu Youyou finished her last exam before driving her to San Francisco.

“My grandfather likes quiet. After my grandmother passed away, he lived alone in the old house. But don’t get me wrong, my grandfather is not an old-fashioned person. In some ways, he is more modern than me!”

Song Yunqing had endless things to say about her grandfather. When she was a child, her parents were busy expanding their business empire, so she practically grew up by her grandfather's side.

Thus, even before arriving at the Song family home, Lu Youyou already had an image in her mind that was both old-fashioned and trendy. When she actually met Grandpa Song, she felt much less unfamiliar with him.

The Song family's old house has a distinctly Chinese style. An elderly man in a long gown stands at the door with a refined and kind smile on his face.

"Nannan's back! This must be Lu Tongxue. Welcome to our home!"

"Hello, Grandpa Song!" Lu Youyou greeted politely.

The moment Song Huanian saw Lu Youyou, he knew she was an exceptionally good girl.

With clear vision and proper conduct.

It is truly rare to be so young yet not elated by material gain, and to remain unaffected by sudden wealth.

"Grandpa, isn't my friend great?" Song Yunqing could tell at a glance that the old man really liked Lu Youyou, and she felt quite proud of him.

Song Huanian patted his granddaughter's head and smiled as he gestured for Lu Youyou to enter.

The butler laid out tea, snacks, and fruit, and the tea set was ready. Song Huanian personally brewed Kung Fu tea.

"My daughter has told me many times that she made a very good friend at school. Today she finally met him. Please make yourself at home, Lu."

"Thank you."

Song Huanian immigrated to the United States in the 40s and has almost lost contact with China in recent years. He rarely meets young people from his motherland and asked a lot about the current situation in China.

When Song Huanian heard about the reform and opening up, his expression was visibly stunned.

"Are foreign investors already allowed to return and invest?"

In fact, Lu Youyou was not clear about the current regulations for introducing foreign investment. Normally, it was gradually opened up after 79.

Regardless, I'll just agree first: "It's fine now."

The Song family are renowned computer tycoons and of Chinese descent; perhaps they are interested in this area?

Song Huanian nodded without saying much, but he had already decided to mention it to his son. At lunch, Lu Youyou ate the most authentic Chinese food she had since coming to America. Just as Song Yunqing had said, the Song family's chefs were indeed exceptionally skilled.

Seeing that she liked it, Song Huanian immediately instructed the housekeeper to change the cuisine that evening, so that the guests could taste all the different regions of their hometown in the next few days.

Song Yunqing excitedly took Lu Youyou to see the family's collection. Song Huanian, having heard of Lu Youyou's heroic act of donating national treasures, personally acted as the guide.

The entire basement level has been transformed into a collection room, and the old man's collection is truly spectacular.

From bronzes and jade artifacts from the Shang and Zhou dynasties to Tang tri-color pottery, Song porcelain, Ming paintings, and Qing furniture, the collection encompasses almost all of China's five thousand years of history.

Many treasures, if not sold by private collectors, may never have the chance to be appreciated by the world.

Song Huanian was a scholar of both ancient and modern times, and under his personal explanation, history seemed to come back to life before our eyes.

Before she knew it, Lu Youyou had been in the collection room for more than an hour. The wall near the exit was covered with photos, most of them in color, and a few in black and white.

Lu Youyou saw Song Yunqing at various ages, as well as Song Huanian when she was young.

“This is our family photo; everyone is in it.” Song Yunqing drew a large circle with both hands, encompassing the entire wall.

Lu Youyou paused for a moment, her gaze drawn to a black and white photograph in the center.

She was an absolute beauty, bearing a striking resemblance to Song Huanian, yet Lu Youyou felt a strange sense of familiarity with her face, which reminded her of someone else.

"Yunqing, is this lady a family member of yours?"

"This is my aunt, she has passed away."

"Excuse me for being so bold, but may I ask your aunt's name?"

"Song Jinshu, Jin as in brocade, Shu as in calligraphy and painting."

Ten minutes later, Lu Youyou and Song Huanian sat facing each other at the tea table once again.

Song Huanian's body was tense, and upon closer inspection, it was trembling.

His lips opened and closed several times, but he couldn't utter a single word. The rise and fall of his chest seemed to exceed the limits that his age could bear.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?"

Song Yunqing was a little nervous due to the sudden change in atmosphere; she had no idea what had happened.

Lu Youyou asked her aunt's name, and then her grandfather acted strangely. The two stared at each other for a long time, and that's how things turned out.

Does eye contact really exist?
Even if it exists, it shouldn't exist between two people who have just met, right?

"Student Lu, excuse me, excuse me..."

Song Huanian's voice was hoarse, and he tried to speak several times, but couldn't get the second half of his sentence out.

The regret of decades suddenly had a clue, and he couldn't believe it, not even daring to ask.

“My husband’s mother was also named Song Jinshu, Jin as in brocade and Shu as in calligraphy and painting. Her husband was Gu Bohuai…”

Lu Youyou stopped because the old man opposite her was already in tears.

The black and white photograph was on the table. She looked at the woman in it, who was half familiar and half unfamiliar, and in a daze, her face slowly overlapped with Gu Qingye's.

Song Yunqing was truly frightened this time. She suddenly stood up, and the heavy rosewood chair scraped loudly on the ground.

“Grandpa…” She raised her hand blankly, but didn’t know where to put it.