Chapter 325 There Aren’t so Many Happy Endings in This World

Zhou Rui led the "policeman" along the path behind the homestay, heading towards Hongqi Village.

He chatted with the other party intermittently on the way and said: "The matter of instigating personnel to check the registration system is a crime, and the sentence and punishment should be handled according to the law. However, the cause of the matter is actually a family affair between two families, which has nothing to do with the secrets I have."

After listening to the general situation, the "policeman" was also a little emotional and said: "I didn't expect that there is such an old senior hiding in this small village. Maybe he also wants to hear the voice of the children. After all, the times are different and there are too many immigrants."

It's not that he has no awareness or that his position is not firm.

It's simply because he was born in this era, and the Chinese regard "home" as their spiritual root.

Zhou Rui shook his head: "You think the times are different because you were born in this era, but for old man Mi, his era is continuous, and his hatred is also..."

The two walked much faster than yesterday. In less than 20 minutes, they walked into Hongqi Village and came to the outside of the courtyard.

Zhou Rui knocked on the locked wooden door, but there was no response after waiting for a long time. He simply stepped back two steps, looked at the two-meter-long wall, and said to the "policeman": "How good are you?"

The "policeman" smiled and said confidently: "People in our line of work have some skills."

Zhou Rui nodded, then took a leap and jumped more than one meter high.

With a slight push of his right hand, the whole person flipped into the courtyard lightly like a flying bird.

The "policeman" was stunned. You mean you want to flip over the wall when you say you have skills?

Didn't the above say that this person is a genius scientist? What kind of science? Approaching science?

After hesitating for a long time, the policeman also stepped back a few steps and flipped inside with the force.

But the action was much uglier. He desperately grabbed with both hands, and his feet kicked out afterimages below, kicking off the wall.

After struggling to flip into the courtyard, he looked up and saw the six-story pagoda of merit. The "policeman" subconsciously became solemn and saluted silently.

Zhou Rui didn't see Old Man Mi, nor did he see Xiao Liu. The dark cast iron teapot was still in the same place as yesterday.

He walked towards the inner room and searched several rooms, but didn't see anyone. He suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Until he finally saw the old figure under the tree in the backyard, he felt relieved.

He was thin and short, but stood straight.

The weather in June was gradually getting hot and humid, but this small village in the valley still had a hint of early morning coolness.

A ray of light shone through the woods and fell in front of Mi San. The old man had his hands behind his back and said nothing.

Hearing the noise behind, Mi San turned around: "Why, did the Americans ask you to pass on a message?"

Zhou Rui shook his head and stood beside the old man Mi: "I am just like the puppet army. I just came to see you."

Mi San was silent for a while and said: "I just want to live a clean and peaceful life. They were so tough back then, but now they are coming back to disturb me."

"A bunch of restless things"

Zhou Rui said: "Don't worry, they were taken away by the police and should not bother you again."

Mi San waited for a moment and didn't hear the next words: "No more? Is that what you came to say?"

Zhou Rui smiled: "There is something else, but I'm not sure if you want to hear it."

Mi San turned around and glared at Zhou Rui: "Since you are here, tell me."

"Mi Jianjun will be gone for a few hours. I want to hear your voice. I have a mobile phone in my hand and can contact him. Of course, I don't rule out the possibility that it is too late."

Mi San's expression still did not fluctuate.

Zhou Rui said, "If you want to hear it, I will tell you, but I don't mean to persuade you."

As he was talking, Mi Hongchang's cell phone rang.

Zhou Rui felt the tremor in his palm, thought about it, and put the phone in Mi San's hand.

"You decide for yourself."

Mi San looked down at the phone, and under his dim eyes, he could vaguely see the word "father".

That was how Mi Hongchang addressed Mi Jianjun.

It was also how Mi Jianjun addressed Mi San.

The phone rang for a long time, as if it would ring forever if it was not answered.

The "policeman" hesitated again and again, and said, "Old senior, when a man is about to die, his words are also good. Pick up and say a few words."

He always felt that there was no knot that could not be untied in a family, let alone a son who was about to die.

Mi San took a deep breath and finally answered the phone.

It seemed that because it was an international long-distance call, the voice on the other end was very far away and noisy.

A hoarse, tired voice sounded.

"Hongchang, have you seen your grandfather?"

The voice seemed older than Mi San, as if he had been tortured by illness for a long time.

Even without the picture, it is not difficult to imagine the image of an old man lying on a hospital bed, ready to die at any time.

However, there was only nothingness in response to the voice.

"Hongchang Hongchang"

After a while, the voice seemed to react and trembled: "Is it father?"

Zhou Rui took the "policeman" back two steps to give old man Mi some space.

"Father, I am Jianjun, are you okay?"

The voice was weak, as if every word could be the last sentence.

Mi San's lips moved slightly and subconsciously prepared to speak.

But another voice in his mind drowned his thoughts.

"Third brother, do you think Dad and Mom are okay?"

"They are fine. We have food to eat and land to plant. When we go back, ask Mom to make us a bowl of noodles."

"Why do I ask Mom to do it?"

"You are young, and Mom loves you."

"Then I don't want to eat noodles, I want to eat bacon heads!"

"You are so beautiful, do you know what a waxed pig's head tastes like?"

The weak voice on the other end of the phone hasn't given up yet.

"Father, father, you must be the one speaking."

"Third brother, please say something. Brother, he will definitely listen to you. The three of us brothers are in the same company. We can make a lot of money in fighting the Japanese. Why do we have to separate now?"

"Second brother, eldest brother is afraid that we will break together."

"I don't care, my brothers are going to battle! I won't leave anyway!"

"I want to hear your voice. Please just curse me."

On the other side of the phone, Mi Jianjun's voice became increasingly depressed. The fact that it might be his father on the other side of the phone inspired his last moment of reflection.

But the silence on the phone also defeated his last glimmer of hope.

On the other side of the ocean, Mi Jianjun, who was dying, almost thought he had entered some kind of hallucination.

This phone call didn't exist, it was just my imagination before my death.

I vaguely recalled how stubborn and high-spirited I was when I swore to leave, kowtowed, and severed the relationship between father and son.

In the years since he left, he has never really regretted it, and was even quite content except for the last few days of his life.

Mi San stood among the trees, with the clear morning light right in front of him, passing through the leaves and turning into a beam of light.

The silence was firm.

There are not so many happy reunions in this world.

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Mi Hongchang leaned on the bench of the police station, looking at the ceiling, a little lost.

The lawyer who came next to him was chattering away, which made him feel a little noisy.

"Mr. Mi is a well-known entrepreneur. To detain him without any evidence is a typical case of bending the law for personal gain."

How is my father doing now?

Have you gotten in touch with grandpa? Did you hear grandpa’s voice?

The nephew who was originally with him, the person who instigated the investigation system, has been taken to another place and is facing more severe consequences than Mi Hongchang.

The only niece left beside him was her niece, who was in her early 20s, well-dressed and well-fed, growing up like a princess. But when she saw that her elders were all in a daze, no matter how high her spirits were, she sat in a corner anxiously and at a loss. , Mi Hongchang was not in the mood to comfort him.

He was thinking about one thing: Why are things like this?

But soon I got a sad answer.

They should have known better.

Did you really not think of it many years ago?

When they renounced their nationality and called themselves Americans, wouldn’t they have thought of that?

How can you not think of it when you can enjoy development dividends in China by being an "overseas Chinese"?

When enjoying the convenience of power and money, wouldn’t you have thought of it?

But at the last moment, my father collapsed, regretted, and looked forward to that glimmer of possibility.

But grandpa is different. Grandpa is so tough.

Grandpa is a man who has emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. He is a man who went home alone twice to kowtow to his parents and never wavered.

The lawyer was still putting on a hard show, and in order to appear "protective" in front of the sponsor, he was furiously attacking the police.

"Mr. Mi is an American citizen. Do you really not think about the consequences? Believe it or not, we can contact the embassy with one phone call."

"Enough!! Lawyer Zhang!"

Mi Hongchang suddenly let out a suppressed shout, which shocked everyone.

The lawyer who had been so eloquent just now was silent. He didn't know how he had angered the big boss.

Mi Hongchang said tremblingly: "Don't waste your time here. Contact my father. I want to hear his voice."

Lawyer Zhang took out his mobile phone in a panic, found a place with good signal and played with it for a while. After about ten minutes, he came back with a sad face.

Mi Hongchang didn't even turn his head. He could guess the general idea just from the corner of his eyes.

After all, he didn't hear his father's voice

Mi Hongchang stood up silently and knelt on the ground.

"Fathers and children are unfilial"

He kowtowed to the east and couldn't stand for a long time.

This is something an American would never do.

But the moment he lowered his head, Mi Hongchang suddenly realized something.

He knows where his roots are

He didn't want to feel as guilty and remorseful as his father when he left.

The Mi family should be back