Feng Qingxue was first happy that she had found He Qingyin, and then she was worried because of her composition, "Comrade He Hongjun, how is the situation of this Master He Qingyin now?" ”

Wen Ruyu and others suffered such bad luck in the capital, can He Qingyin avoid it in Shanghai?

He Hongjun sighed and whispered: "Who can be immune to this situation?" I'm well-informed, long before the accident, I took my aunt and grandmother to donate all the calligraphy and paintings in the family to the cultural relics department, oh, all of them are among the missing cultural relics this time, and I don't know which way the immortal family did it. Then, the house was voluntarily handed over to the state, and I privately pleaded with several leaders on the grounds that my aunt and grandmother were seriously ill, and finally opened the net, and now the old man lives in the house assigned to me by the unit. ”

If they weren't still on the side of the road, they would have wanted to fold their hands and chant Amitabha Buddha's blessing.

"Comrade He Hongjun, can we meet her?" Feng Qingxue said, "You can ask her what she means first, if she is willing to see us, you can inform us, and we will come to the door to see you again." ”

He Hongjun was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "That's okay, I'll ask, and I'll call you back tomorrow." ”

No matter how good this aunt is, He Hongjun doesn't dare to make decisions on his own.

Feng Qingxue took out a folded piece of paper from his shoulder bag and handed it to He Hongjun.

He Hongjun opened it and looked at it, and the words "wind and light snow" were written on it, and the pen was vigorous and powerful.

"Why did you give your name to my aunt?" He Hongjun was very puzzled.

Feng Qingxue smiled and said: "Comrade He, you give this piece of paper to your aunt and ask her if she recognizes this acquaintance on the paper, and she will definitely tell you." "This is written by Wen Ruyu herself.

In order to win the trust of He Qingyin, Feng Qingxue specially begged Wen Ruyu's Mobao.

Afraid that writing other content would easily arouse suspicion, Wen Ruyu directly wrote Feng Qingxue's name on the paper, which was foolproof.

He Hongjun folded the paper and put it in his pocket.

He had told He Qingyin about his life-saving benefactor, but He Qingyin did not show that he knew Feng Qingxue.

Therefore, He Hongjun was skeptical of Feng Qingxue's words.

Because too many things have happened recently, He Qingyin is full of distrust of the outside world, afraid that he will bring trouble to his nephew and grandson that cannot be solved, unless necessary, the old man usually stays at home.

At noon, he was about to satisfy his hunger with the leftover rice balls from the morning, when the old man saw He Hongjun coming in from outside.

"Red Army, you ate in the cafeteria at noon, why did you come back today?" He Qingyin's eyebrows are clear and her eyes are beautiful, and her face is full of kindness.

Although living in fear, He Qingyin's state of mind is still very peaceful.

Born from the heart, the mind is peaceful, and the appearance is natural and kind.

"There was a strange thing in the cultural relics department today, everyone was not in the mood to go to work, and I went to investigate everywhere, and I came back." He Hongjun put the lunch box he brought on the table, and when he opened it, the aroma of curry beef soup came out, "Grandma, you eat first, didn't I tell you before, my life-saving benefactor has arrived in Shanghai?" They want to come and visit you. ”

He Qingyin drank his favorite beef soup, and refused without thinking about it, "No, no, my old bones are not good, don't bring bad luck to others." ”

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