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

Chapter 292 Nine parts sugar, one part water
The fine, dense longing is like a vine, winding from the bottom of my heart to every part of my body.

Lu Youyou never knew that she would feel a tingling sensation all over her body because of someone's voice.

"fine……"

The person he had longed for was on the other end of the phone; with just a few simple words, Gu Qingye was already captivated.

But the operator was still there, so he couldn't tell her he missed her.

Perhaps heaven heard his wish, for when Lu Youyou's voice came through the receiver, she said—

"I miss you."

The hand gripping the receiver tightened suddenly, and the constant static couldn't mask the sudden increase in breathing.

Lu Youyou seemed to know what had happened on the other end of the line. Her gentle smile traveled along the telephone line, tightly entangling the man thousands of miles away.

"Okay, I have something to tell you."

"Ah."

“My roommate’s surname is Song. Her aunt has the same name as your mother. I’ve talked to Mr. Song. This family might be your mother’s family.”

The silence on the other end of the phone was not unexpected. Lu Youyou knew very well that the role of "mother" had almost never appeared in Gu Qingye's life.

He's long past the age of craving family love, and he wouldn't care whether he has a maternal grandfather or an uncle.

Moreover, the Song family has already immigrated to the United States, which may bring kinship or trouble.

Lu Youyou didn't want to interfere with Gu Qingye's decision, but since it involved his mother, he had the right to know the truth.

"Mr. Song Huanian may return to China to see you. Whether you want to acknowledge them or not is up to you. And what about your father's side..."

At this point, Lu Youyou suddenly smiled.

According to Old Master Song, Gu Bohuai was the bastard who kidnapped his daughter, and if it weren't for him, Song Jinshu wouldn't have died so young.

Song Huanian appears to be composed and refined, but if he were to actually meet Gu Bohuai, he would probably give that cheapskate father a good dressing down.

"What's wrong?" Gu Qingye asked.

"It's nothing." Lu Youyou smiled, at least she didn't laugh at the operator's boss in front of him.

But Gu Qingye wasn't thinking about himself.

He couldn't reach Lu Youyou in the United States, but if the Song family was trustworthy, she could have someone to look after her there.

He had never met his mother, so he couldn't really feel much longing for her, but having Lu Youyou in the middle made things different.

His initial indifference was suddenly replaced by a sense of urgency; he wanted to have a personal talk with that Mr. Song.

"When will they come?"

Lu Youyou was stunned, not expecting him to accept it so easily.

"It should be soon, Mr. Song is very impatient."

The knot in her heart that had been tied up for decades finally had hope of being untied. If the old man hadn't been so anxious, he wouldn't have come to see her off in person today.

Gu Qingye understood the situation and didn't bring it up again. The call time was limited, and he really didn't have much time to spare for outsiders.

All the longing that could not be expressed because of the existence of a "third party" was transformed into meticulous care.

"Take good care of yourself and be careful."

"The medal awarded to you is with me. In the future, if there are similar situations, don't act alone. Nothing is more important than you." "Eat on time, don't neglect your meals, and contact the embassy immediately if you encounter any trouble."

……

The deep, magnetic admonition, interspersed with light, pleasant "hmm," was delivered without a single sweet word, yet the operator still felt her ears burning.

He had heard the "corner of the wall" countless times, but this time he was forced to drink a bowl of sugar water, nine parts sugar and one part water, so sweet it made his ears feel stuffy.

As soon as Lu Youyou came out of the embassy, ​​she was met by three pairs of eyes filled with a strong thirst for knowledge.

Song Huanian wanted to ask but hesitated and dared not speak. He was afraid that his grandson would refuse to meet him, and he was afraid that he would not see his daughter's only bloodline.

Although he couldn't figure out why Gu Qingye refused, the distance of 10,000 kilometers was enough to make the elderly man, who was over seventy years old, feel anxious and uncertain.

The old man's eyes were filled with longing for his deceased daughter, and now he transferred all his affection to his grandson whom he had never met, as if his lifelong obsession was tied to what Lu Youyou was about to say.

He said to let him know when you get back and he will come to pick you up.

"Really?!" Song Huanian was overjoyed. "That's wonderful! I'll have Heting make the arrangements right away. I want to go back to China, right now!"

The child didn't reject him, that's great!
He couldn't help but picture in his mind a boy who looked about five-tenths like Song Jinshu. He'd heard he was a soldier, so he must be very tall and imposing...

Song Shaoqing quickly helped the old man up: "Grandpa, please don't get agitated, watch your blood pressure, take deep breaths..."

"I'm not excited, I'm not excited, it's okay. I'll definitely take care of myself. I still need to go back to China to see my grandson, and I still need to see Jinshu..."

Song Huanian's eyes reddened again. He was unable to see his daughter one last time, and he didn't even know where her grave was. He wanted to go and see the daughter that his wife couldn't let go of before she passed away.

Song Yunqing and Song Shaoqing supported their grandfather on either side, not daring to let go, for fear that the old man's high blood pressure would flare up in a moment of excitement.

Seeing this, Lu Youyou pressed on the old man's Fengchi and Quchi acupoints to manually control his blood pressure.

The brother and sister were born into a Chinese family and both had some understanding of traditional Chinese medicine, so they were both impressed by it at the moment.

"Is this acupressure?" Song Yunqing was so excited that she mistook massage for acupressure.

Lu Youyou didn't correct her, her hands still moving: "These two acupoints can regulate blood circulation and relieve symptoms of high blood pressure such as headaches and dizziness."

Although Song Shaoqing didn't say anything, his eyes changed as he watched his grandfather gradually calm down.

He had heard from his sister that Lu Youyou was a genius, but he didn't expect that she also had some knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine.
He absolutely loves this brain size!

After graduating from Harvard, Song Shaoqing joined his own company, working in the most cutting-edge high-tech industry. He understood the importance of genius all too well.

So when his eyes met Lu Youyou's, he gave her a smile that suggested he was eager to find talent.

Is it possible to invite this cousin-in-law, who came from another industry, to work at the company?
It's a pity that Lu Youyou didn't unlock the "Telepathy" skill. Even if she had unlocked the other end, she wouldn't have been able to tie herself to Song Shaoqing.

She returned a polite smile, and Song Shaoqing was overjoyed. Great! His cousin-in-law also had this idea!
It took Song Huanian ten minutes to calm his heart rate down. He repeatedly told his grandson to drive quickly, as he didn't want to delay anything.

Song Huanian really wanted Lu Youyou to go back to China with him, but before he could even ask, Professor Hopkins's invitation arrived first.

Don't assume that foreigners don't work during holidays. There are workaholics everywhere, especially those who suddenly have an inspiration.

Before summer vacation, Professor Hopkins received "homework" from Lu Youyou. After reading the two assignments, the professor knew he had struck gold.

Originally, the plan was to continue to push the students' potential after the start of the semester, but the laboratory suddenly encountered a problem.

He immediately ended his vacation and threw himself into work. Whenever he was tired or lacked inspiration, he would take out Lu Youyou's homework to correct.

As I kept revising, a certain thought became increasingly difficult to suppress: Why should such a genius take a summer vacation? It's a complete waste of his life!