The graduation ceremony was still going on, but Song Xinghua stood up tremblingly and said to his daughter: "Let's go."

"Dad, you're here. Don't you say a few words to him? At least you have to confirm whether he is the son of the Guard." Song Weihong said.

"There is nothing to say," Song Xinghua shook his head, "Since the guards are unwilling to let their son reveal their identity, they are not ready to recognize their relatives, and I have no shame to beg him to forgive me."

Song Weihong said with a suffocation: "The things we did back then were discussed with our mother, and you did nothing wrong!"

Song Xinghua sighed and said, "I proposed the idea of ​​drawing a clear line first. After all, I asked it first. How could your mother not agree? It was me who was sorry to her."

When talking about the past, Song Weihong's tears came out, and she cried in a suppressed voice: "What can I do if I don't draw a clear line? Someone is already making your materials. Could it be that the two of them were criticized together? At that time, I was pregnant, and my parents-in-law didn't allow me to go out. The Guards are a half-aged child. Who will take care of you? At least after drawing the clear line, you can secretly send medicine to your mother!"

Song Xinghua murmured: "It's all excuses, it's all excuses. At that time, I was really scared. I was so scared that I hid in the quilt in the middle of the night and shivered. I was just a useless coward. When your mother needed me the most, I didn't push it up, but instead shrank behind her back to watch her suffer. She was in poor health, and the root of the disease she fell in the military during the military service could not bear that kind of sin! I had a dream last night that I dreamed that your mother was lying on the ground and kept calling me to pull her up. I wanted to go over and help her, but I couldn't move in the dream, and my whole body seemed to be tied. She kept calling me, and I could only watch from a distance, and I couldn't move a finger."

Song Weihong remained silent and tears flowed down her face.

"Let's go, let's go," Song Xinghua walked out with difficulty. "As long as I know that the guards are living well and know that he has already started a family and a career, I feel at ease. It doesn't matter whether I recognize my relatives or not."

Song Weihong followed without saying a word and helped his father leave Xianghui Hall.

In fact, Song Xinghua didn't say anything. He had also been an evil dragon once. In the second year of his wife's death, he was forced to make a false accusation of a colleague, and others did the same. The man liked to take advantage of small gains and spoke sarcasticly. Song Xinghua had been dissatisfied with him for a long time, so he told the investigation team that he had taken the beaker that was missing in the school laboratory and took it home as a water cup.

Although it is a trivial matter, it has become one of the evidences of that man, and it is a socialist wool!

Later, it was Song Xinghua's turn to be labeled, and he felt that it was a relief, thinking that retribution had finally come, and he was sorry for his wife and colleagues, and he deserved that ending.

...

It was almost noon when the graduation ceremony ended.

Everyone had a casual meal in the cafeteria. Those who should take a break will go back to take a break, and those who should celebrate will celebrate will celebrate on campus.

There are graduates taking photos everywhere, and nearby photo studios have made a lot of money. Just the rent of the camera and the money for selling film are equivalent to the income of several months.

Song Weiyang became a giant panda today. Not only did students in the same class and department take photos, but students from other departments also took photos with him in various ways. After one wave of one, another wave came. Song Weiyang's face was stiff due to smile, and he stood there and took photos for half an hour.

"Are you exhausted?" Lin Zhuoyun smiled and handed over an ice cream.

Song Weiyang rubbed his cheeks and said with a smile: "Actually, I should charge you. Take a photo of 10 yuan, and you can earn at least a thousand yuan today."

"Made money!" Lin Zhuoyun chuckled.

After laughing with his girlfriend, Song Weiyang took advantage of the opportunity to go to the bathroom and took out his cell phone to call his dad: "Hey, dad, what are you doing?"

Song Shumin said: "The land in Rongcheng is taken down, it's just the matter."

"Congratulations," Song Weiyang said, "Grandpa and aunt have both found it, and I have also met them."

Song Shumin asked: "Do they know your identity?"

Song Weiyang said: "I didn't admit it, but I should have guessed it. They also found the school this morning and came to attend my graduation ceremony, but left without saying a word."

"What do you think?" Song Shumin asked.

"The key is not what I think, but what you think," Song Weiyang said. "They should miss you quite a bit. Maybe they are afraid that you will not be happy, so they dare not officially recognize my relatives with me."

Song Shumin asked: "How are they doing?"

Song Weiyang said: "It's not very good, but it's not too bad. Grandpa has retired long ago and the house assigned by the school is about to be demolished. He wants to use the demolition payment as the down payment for his grandson's wedding house."

Song Shumin said: "His grandson should be twenty-six or seven years old, and he is not married yet?"

"No, but we're getting married soon." Song Weiyang said.

"Where is your aunt?" Song Shumin asked again.

Song Weiyang said: "The couple are laid off and they set up stalls and sell noodles on the roadside. They are quite good at working. My aunt has a daughter. The college entrance examination is about to be taken. The little girl is very smart."

Song Shumin said: "I understand."

Song Weiyang said: "Of course I know you know. The question is what you think?"

The other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds: "If you can, please help. If you can, you can handle the matter at your discretion."

"Where are you?" Song Weiyang asked.

Song Shumin said: "I'll talk about it after I finish my work. There are so many things in my hands that I can't take time to Shenghai."

Song Weiyang said: "Comrade Song Shumin, escaping cannot be solved, you should face it bravely."

"Get out!" Song Shumin laughed and scolded, "I'll have a date first, there's a dinner party tonight."

It was drizzling in the sky again. If God let go of peeing a few days ago, then now God is peeing in his pants, which is quite a bit inadequate.

In the evening, the brothers in the dormitory took their girlfriends and umbrellas to the restaurant in Wujiaochang for a breakup.

Except for Peng Shengli, everyone else fell in love during college, but the only couples who are still together are Wang Bo and Li Yaolin. Wang Bo's girlfriend also became a civil servant, while Li Yaolin's girlfriend joined a state-owned enterprise to have a long-distance relationship. She has not seen any signs of breaking up yet.

The restaurant private rooms are full, and everyone can only sit in the lobby, drinking and chatting, and watching TV news.

There is only one focus of the recent news: another flood occurred in a certain place, what is the disaster situation, what is the rescue situation...

Two pure water plants set up by Xifeng Company in the Yangtze River Basin have been flooded, with considerable losses, but they will not be damaged.

"I'm leaving today, I don't know when I will get together again. Come on, brothers, I'll do it!" Zhou Zhengyu pulled Wen and raised his glass generously.

"Do it!" Nie Jun drank it all in one go.

Peng Shengli finished drinking and filled up his cup: "Thank you for your care for me. You are all my best friends. Don't snatch anyone from me today, I want to toast them one by one. Lao Song, I will toast you first. Thank you for your guidance when you first entered school, otherwise I wouldn't know if I could overcome that hurdle!"

"It's easy to say, I've done it!" Song Weiyang smiled.

Peng Shengli finished the round and had already drunk several bottles of beer. He had a low alcohol capacity and had more alcoholic words, which was completely different from usual. He pulled everyone to recall all kinds of memories, and even hugged his head and cried.

After a few laps, Song Weiyang was also a little drunk. Looking at the rescue scene in the news, he suddenly took out his cell phone and called Yang Xin: "Old Yang, I just read the news. It seems that the flood has moved to the upper reaches of the Yangtze River. What is the disaster in Xikang Province?"

"There is no disaster for the time being, but the news alarm is issued every day." Yang Xin said.

Song Weiyang ordered: "All the affected cities in the country, as long as our conditions allow, donate pure water to the flood control frontlines as much as possible. In addition, in disaster areas where residents have difficulty drinking water, water supply points will be set up to provide pure water to the affected people free of charge."

"You want to be a great charity!" Yang Xin said in surprise, "It costs a lot of money. Even if you spend tens of millions of dollars in it, you can't hear the sound."

Song Weiyang said: "Money can be earned slowly, but disaster relief cannot be waited. Be sure to listen to me this time."

Yang Xin was silent for at least a minute, and finally replied: "Okay, you are the major shareholder anyway, no matter how much you lose, you will still take the majority."

Floods and floods all over the country are caused by disasters. It is logical that there is no shortage of water, but the actual situation is just the opposite.
Chapter completed!